Sold to the Alpha

er of the pack's main house, carefully prepared by the she-wolves for the ceremony. I was told that lilies symbolized purity and renewal. I should have rejoiced, but deep

d solve all the ills of the world. They saw him as an Alpha in the making, a charismatic leader capable of protecting and guiding. And I was the future Luna, the one who was to su

n played on the fabric, creating golden reflections that fascinated me. It was a beautiful dress, simple but elegant, hand-sewn by an elderly

: Darek . My heart jumped. Maybe he was coming to see me, finally. In recent days, he had been distant, claiming preparations or important business.

climbing the wooden stairs that creaked under my weight. Each step brought me closer to a truth I wasn't sure I wanted to know. As I arrived in front of D

rso illuminated by the last rays of the sun. His arms surrounded Aria, their faces close, their knowing looks. There was an intimacy in their closeness that I could not deny. A

aged to say, my

ut not guilty. No, in her eyes I only saw distrust, as if she was mocking my pain. Darek l

... started Darek

So, explain to me. Explain to me why you, my fiancé, are

, on the other hand, sp

lly love you. Maybe because yo

r own sister with such coldness? I looked for a hint of regret in hi

my heel and left the room. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to explode. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I walked down

d hit me, but I didn't slow down. I needed to get away, to escape. Where, I didn't know yet. All I kn

for she did not resist when I hastily saddled her. Within minutes, I was on his back, galloping through the woods that b

attered was getting away from this nightmare, putting as much distance between me and them as possible. My thoughts were swirling, a mix of happy memori

r. I stopped in a clearing, the silence of the night enveloping me. Dismounting, I dropped to my knees, hands in th

red, my voice lost in

go, crying for everything I had never dared to show. The pain, the betra

ars quickly. As I approached discreetly, I saw a group of men around a campfire. Their appearance was not that of si

ening. One of them spoke,

t wait. He wants an answ

th an iron fist, ruthless towards his enemies and even his allies. Some claimed that he was cursed, that his thirst for power had

us? asked another, younger

will listen, replied the firs

. Maybe that was what I needed. No forgiveness, no reconciliation. Just

h feared and desired. And for the first time since I left home, an idea came to me. A crazy, dangerous idea,

re no longer belonged to my pack, to Darek , or to Aria. I would build my futu