Sera_b17

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.

She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. 

The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were nearly extinct, rare, coveted, and vital. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, ensuring the survival and strength of the next generation.

She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. 

The hatred was mutual. So what now?

Eira made a silent vow. She would make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they would taste it all.

But the Alphas had plans of their own. They would use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they would kill her.

But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?

Was it too late to regret?

Sold To The Alphas I Hate

We arrived at the underground punishment zone at the far corner of the estate. Inside, the place was lit with numerous lights. It had all kinds of different painful punishments meant for werewolves. Every inch of it screamed pain.

Unfortunately, we were the ones who designed this place.

And even more unfortunate—we were also its most frequent guests.

Jason and I made our way toward the chamber designated for our punishment. Rafe walked ahead, and as he opened the door, he glanced back with a wicked grin stretched across his face. The bastard looked far too eager.

The chamber was vast, painted in dark tones that swallowed light. Only a few dim fixtures hung along the walls, casting a dull glow that barely illuminated the space. One side of the room was lined with silver chains, each ending in large, heavy cuffs designed to hold even the strongest wolves.

Jason and I silently removed our clothes and shoes, preparing to shift.

Eira's Scream