Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Pure Blood Shewolf

Eira’s POV

"We hit the jackpot. This bitch is a pureblood shewolf."

Lying on the narrow bed in the dimly lit basement, I heard their voices echo from the adjacent room which looked like some kind of laboratory. I’d caught a glimpse of it when they first dragged me in: shelves lined with strange instruments and beeping machines.

Jackpot.

Of course, the so-called jackpot bitch they were referring to was me. A no name shewolf, a sex slave, often called by various names like whore, slut or every derogatory word they could use for a woman they used and abused for the past six years.

Bitch was almost kind compared to the rest.

I got so used to them that I even forgot my real name. As far as I remember, there used to be one, a sweet one.

"Pureblood? Are you sure, Paul?" Henry asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yes," Paul replied, awestruck as though he’d unearthed a mythical creature. "Not just a pureblood, her gene purity rating is the highest I’ve ever recorded. It’s unreal. Look at this result yourself."

"Holy shit!" Henry muttered, clearly stunned. I could almost imagine the dollar signs spinning in his eyes. "Pureblood shewolves are nearly extinct. And one like this? She’s a treasure. If word gets out, every powerful Alpha in existence will come crawling to us, offering whatever it takes to get her."

Pureblood shewolf.

I was equally shocked like these men when I found this truth about myself six years back. Because my grandparents raised me with the lie drilled in my mind: You are a weak and wolfless hybrid between human and a werewolf.

But it was a lie which broke on the day I came of age, my sixteenth birthday, the day that ruined my life.

I wonder, if the world had known what I truly was back then... would my life have been different?

Not really? And my grandparents knew what would have happened to me.

Even before I reached adulthood, Alphas would have laid their claims on me, as if I were theirs by divine right. They would have drafted contracts, made secret pacts among themselves, agreeing to share me once I came of age.

They would have drawn lots to decide who would mount me first, who would sire the first child, and who would follow next. I’d be passed from one to another like a prized possession, a vessel meant to produce the ultimate heir, a pureblood Alphas.

The only difference between that fate and the one I lived would be: Instead of being sold to nameless men by traffickers in grimy, bloodstained rooms for six long years, I would have been locked inside a gilded cage, a breeder’s cage, crafted by the wealthiest Alphas. Polished walls, silk sheets, golden chains.

And instead of sex slave, I would be a werewolf breeder.

Such is the cursed fate of pure-blooded she-wolves, now little more than legends. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But how did things come to this?

The downfall began with the cruelty of the werewolf clans themselves. Their pride, their recklessness, their disdain for the very she-wolves who carried the bloodline forward. They discarded, abused, and murdered them until there were none left. By the time they realized, it was too late to regret.

Now the werewolf race teetered on the edge of extinction.

To continue their legacy, to create true Alphas, they needed pure blood she-wolves. Not human women. Not half-breeds. Only pure she-wolves could endure the knot of a powerful Alpha and survive childbirth. Anyone else would die, broken and bled out.

"Let’s auction her in the evening. I can’t wait to get at least a few billions in our hands," Henry sounded overly ecstatic. "I am sending an invitation right away."

"Sure. I will inject her with drugs so she won’t make any scene like the previous ones and leave with her masters obediently," I heard Paul say.

—-

Henry planted both hands on his hips, exhaling sharply to steady himself before responding. "Look, we know she can only conceive with her fated mate, but those Alphas don’t. By the time her new owners figure it out, months will have passed. That’s enough time for us to run away somewhere far with our money. How about that?"

My fated mate...?

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