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As her smile appeared a frown came from the guy in front of her. "What is so funny?" He questioned as he took a knife and traced it on her knee "Hmmm what is so funny?"

The petite woman, beautiful women sitting tied up only smiled more. It didn't matter that the man was stronger than her, nor did it matter that she might not make it out of this alive. All that mattered is that she held on just until they got there. 

"You are." She started to laugh, "You think that by torturing me I will tell you anything, that I will give up those that I love? If so you are dead wrong."

His voice was never warm to begin with, but up until now there was a softness in his voice. Used to get most women to give him the information he wanted, but it turned cold and chilling.

Leaning up to speak in her ear he whispered "Most people I have tortured have said the same thing, and I have broken each and everyone of them. There is nothing special about you, you will break just like the rest." With those chilling words he quit messing around, and plunged the knife into her leg. 

She did not scream, instead she closed her eyes begging that she could reach her mates through the bond. Hoping they would come and save her. Right as the knife was pulled out to be used to make this young girl scream, both of them could hear the sound of bullets. Leaving two emotions in the room, one of satisfaction and happiness. The other one of terrior as he had kidnapped her. 

"What's wrong, worried?" The girl grinned through the pain.

"Not in the slightest." The man turned hiding his face from her. 

Before he could think of what to do the door opened. It was not opened slowly, but so hard, and fast that if it had received anymore force the door would be off it's hinges. Standing in the doorway was a man with a red suit and brown hair. The man doing the torturing tried to take off only to turn back in horror, as the man turned into a wolf and ripped him to shreds.

She didn't know who stepped in the room, but she knew they were here for her, by the way the man screamed in agony. Her back was faced to the guest so all she could do was wait. Wait for him to save her, when he stepped in front of her, her heart melted.

"Chase." It was the only word she could muster with all the pain. 

He cut through her restraints, and lifted her in his arms. "Isabelle stay with me baby, I'm here just stay awake." He begged but worry set in, as his women was growing unconscious in his arms. 

He was finally here, finally here to save her, but was it to late? Maybe had she never fallen in love with him, or the others she wouldn't be on the edge of death.

This book takes you on a journey of four lives. Isabelle the omega who had her heart broken, and believed every last alpha was the same, all being cruel.

While the other three were like brothers, Cole the leader, the other two being Dylan, and Chase. They lived life to the fullest, and the darkest. Once caring about people, only to destroy the ones they loved in the end. The three of them decided to no longer care.

But when they meet a beautiful thief, they realized she did not only break into there house, but into there hearts. Could she be different, and survive there world, or would she be doomed by the past?

Believing there world to be bad for her, only to find out her world held the same darkness, or maybe even more. Does fate bring these four people happily ever after, or does it merely taunt them to believe they can, only to be destroyed for good.


(THIS BOOK IS MATURE, BUT STARTS SLOW. YOUNG READERS NOT ADVISED, OR PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HANDLE THESE TYPES OF BOOKS.)

Sold to the Alpha's

The last thing the mafia alpha's is wanted to do you as go to the stupid auction, but their curiosity, and the need to control was over powering. Cole dressed in his usual black suit if he was working. When he was home he wore dressy shirts. Always believing reputation mattered, and the way you dress is a part of that reputation. The only time he wasn't dressed up was when he was naked.


Dylan wore a navy blue suit. Dylan didn't share Coles thoughts on dress code. Don't get me wrong he liked to dress nice, but it wasn't always tight dress shirts that had ties, and cufflinks. He wore normal v-necks, and t-shirts that sometimes showed his chest, just a little bit. He was the rebel, getting women to fall in love with him. While the others enjoyed the occasional night with women. Dylan enjoyed a women either staring at him, or surrounding him constantly. Enjoying the appeal he had over them. There was never a girl who didn't fawn over him.


 Chase, now he was complicated. Cole had his dark moments, and usually wore black to show his coldness. But chase he was the one to handle the security of the group. So when someone berated them, when something wasn't right, Chase put it on himself to make sure the person paid or fixed whatever it was. Normally in violence.  You could always tell what mood Chase was in. Not necessarily by his face, or his emotions, but by the way he dressed. If he was wearing grey he was calm, well as calm as Chase could be. When he was wearing red, he could snap somebody's neck for just looking at him wrong, and tonight he wore red. Not knowing if it was because this girl not only vanished, but was kidnapped possibly because of him. Or if it was because there wasn't a single person he could trust at this auction. Either way he didn't want people bothering him tonight.


They all got to the dinner and sat down at a table ordering wine, chicken, and steak. They sat silently waiting for the night to begin. 


Cole Hanson, no way. Oh and look Dylan Blake." This stranger after seeing the three of them called his friends over.


Chase already getting annoyed stared "Who are you?!" Not hiding the irritation in his voice. 


"Names John, I'm a big fan. These are my friends. We heard about the dinner tonight, and thought we would part take. Is it true you guy's make business deals with random people?"


"Yes." Dylan spoke half ignoring John to take a look around. Something was going to happen tonight, and he doesn't couldn't get distracted, not by folks like him.


John was taken back by the fact that Dylan was ignoring him, pausing for a second, but then quickly recovering with a smile.


"We aren't all the same you know just because we are here tonight doesn't mean we are buying anything."


Dylan wasn't buying into John's nice act this guy seemed sketchy. Dylan grew up his whole life with people like John. Not strong enough to do real damage on their own, so they make deals with higher stronger people. Then they become at most drug dealers, or to lower and join a slavery ring. Eventually John walked away once he realized none of them were interested, and just like that the show started.


Those That Are Fake