Traded To The Cruel Alpha novel Chapter 2

As I stand, the guards move closer. I want to tell them they don't need to worry, I won't try to run again, only the guards aren't afraid to hit me. Then again, it's not like my father hasn't given the entire pack permission to punish me if they hear me speaking.

I step out of the office, and they guide me back to the cells. At least, that's what I call it. When we get there, they step back, and I walk inside. My room is nothing more than a cupboard. Bare walls, nothing to cover the worn, splintering wood floor, and of course, no window.

There isn't even a door for me, there's no privacy. The guards have to be able to see me at all times, apparently. All I have is a mattress and a pile of old, dirty, worn clothes because I'm not allowed anything new or to wash them.

So while there's no metal bars or prisoners, it's still a cell. It's not even mine. I was made aware from a young age that I couldn't claim the space as mine, I couldn't add anything to it or make it more personal. So yeah, it's a cell disguised as a bedroom.

I should be grateful for this small thing I have, because tomorrow, when I'm handed to that monster, I could literally be in a cell. I'm not sure why he wants me or what he is giving my father in return.

Clutching the one sheet I have, I pull it up to my throat to try and hide the unease building in me. The guard outside is staring at me. I'm not sure why, I can't escape the room. I'm not sure what is worse, the fact that my father has sold me like I'm nothing more than cattle or that the man who is buying me is the kind of rogue that every warrior fears.

The stories of him have spread a lot. Whenever my father throws parties, Xander is always a topic of conversation that comes up. He has no pack, no kingdom, and his army is built up of the discarded. Rogues, exiles, and killers without any loyalty. He doesn't follow the rules of our world. He's someone who makes his own. I have to wonder where he came from, no one knows that either. They just know he's feared.

No one can blame someone for fearing him. People say he has no mercy, he doesn't negotiate to get what he wants. He's the sort of person who takes what he wants and then destroys everything that steps in his way like they are nothing.

He's burnt down pack houses before, and if I'm honest, I feel like he's hunting for someone or something. He's searching, and this search has led to many deaths.

Now I'm his, and there's nothing I can do.

Still, I wonder what my father is gaining from this. I thought he would make me marry an Alpha from another pack, one that he could merge with or maybe utilize. Xander Voss is not a man who works with other packs. He doesn't help them either.

So did he pay with money? I dig my nails into my palm as I try and figure this out. There's no way he wants me to be his wife, not when there are better women out there. There's no way this is more than just a transaction. My father wouldn't let me leave unless he gains from it.

I know my father is likely getting money. He's not the issue, though. What could Xander possibly gain from taking me? From paying for me? He has no pack, no alliances where he must have a Luna.

The truth is, it doesn't matter. There is only one answer to all this, one thing that I need to remember.

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