Claimed By The Alpha.

Rose Mary

Werewolf | Ongoing

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Betrayed, rejected, and humiliated in front of her entire pack by her one true love, Jaxon Hale, Amara thought her life was over when he auctioned her off like she was nothing. But her fate took an unexpected turn when she met *him*. Dante Moretti, a ruthless Alpha mafia leader, purchased Amara not for love, but for revenge. Fueled by a deep grudge against her family, he intended to use her as a pawn in his vendetta. Yet, what he didn't anticipate was the undeniable pull between them. He didn't expect to desire her, to cherish her, or to claim her as his own. When love and vengeance collide, Dante is forced to confront his own demons and make an impossible choice. Will he hold on to his hatred, or will Amara's love be enough to redeem him?

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Chapter 15 15

02-05 20:06

Chapter 1 1

Amara's POV

The sound of my name echoing through the crowded pack hall felt like a death sentence. My knees buckled, and I gripped the edge of the wooden table for support. Whispers rippled through the crowd, their eyes sharp, full of judgment and mockery. My mate, my supposed protector, stood at the center of the room with a smirk stretched across his face.

"Amara Hale," Jaxon announced, his voice dripping with false confidence. "An omega no one wants. But tonight, gentlemen, she can be yours-for the right price."

A collective gasp rose from the crowd, followed by a wave of laughter. My heart plummeted, shattered into irreparable pieces. Jaxon, my mate, the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for me, was selling me like livestock.

"Stop this," I whispered, my voice trembling as I took a step forward. "Jaxon, please. You don't have to do this."

His piercing green eyes met mine, void of any affection or remorse. The man I had once trusted with my heart was a stranger now, his features cold and unyielding.

"This is for the best, Amara," he said flatly, not bothering to lower his voice. "You're weak. An embarrassment. I can't be tied to someone like you."

Shame burned hot in my chest, the humiliation almost too much to bear. The crowd, hungry for entertainment, erupted into cruel jeers. I clenched my fists at my sides, swallowing the lump rising in my throat.

The auction began, Jaxon's voice cutting through the noise like a blade. I wanted to run, to escape the hellish nightmare unfolding before me, but my feet felt rooted to the ground.

Then he walked in.

The room fell into an unnatural hush as a tall figure strode through the open doors, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, every inch of him exuding power and danger. The sharp angles of his jawline, the intensity of his dark eyes, and the air of authority around him made the others shrink in his presence.

Dante Moretti.

Everyone knew who he was. The Alpha mafia leader, feared across territories for his ruthlessness. A man whose name was synonymous with power, wealth, and bloodshed.

He didn't glance at anyone else, his gaze fixed solely on me. My stomach twisted in apprehension under the weight of his scrutiny. There was no kindness in his eyes, only a cold calculation that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I'll take her," he said, his deep, commanding voice slicing through the silence.

The room erupted in murmurs. Dante didn't wait for a response. He pulled out a thick envelope from his coat pocket and tossed it onto the table where Jaxon stood.

"No one else needs to bid," Dante added, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jaxon hesitated, his bravado faltering under Dante's unyielding glare. Greed eventually won out, and he snatched up the envelope without a second thought.

"She's yours," Jaxon said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Good luck."

The finality of his words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mate had sold me to a man like Dante without a second thought.

Dante stepped closer, his imposing figure towering over me. He didn't speak, simply reached out and gripped my arm firmly, pulling me toward the exit. I tried to resist, but his strength was impossible to match.

"Let me go," I hissed, my voice shaking with anger and fear.

He glanced at me briefly, his expression unreadable. "Not a chance."

The cold night air hit my skin as we stepped outside. Dante's black SUV waited at the curb, the driver already holding the door open.

"Get in," he ordered.

I stood frozen, every nerve in my body screaming at me to run. But where would I go? My pack had already turned its back on me. Jaxon had made sure of that.

Dante's patience wore thin. Without waiting for my compliance, he scooped me up effortlessly and placed me inside the vehicle. The door slammed shut behind me, sealing my fate.

The car ride was suffocating. Dante sat beside me, his presence filling the space with an intensity I couldn't ignore. He didn't speak, his gaze fixed out the window as the city lights blurred past.

"Why did you buy me?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.

His head turned, those dark eyes locking onto mine. "Because I could."

His response made my blood boil. "I'm not some object for you to own."

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You're whatever I say you are now, omega."

I hated the way the word rolled off his tongue, filled with disdain and finality.

Dante's POV

The girl was fire. Beneath her fragile exterior, there was a spark I hadn't expected. It was almost amusing, the way she tried to stand up to me despite knowing she didn't stand a chance.

Her defiance would make breaking her all the more satisfying.

Amara Hale. The name was etched into my memory long before tonight. She wasn't just some random omega-she was the key to settling an old score. Her father had taken everything from me, and now I would take something from him.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she stared out the window, her jaw clenched and her hands trembling in her lap. She was trying to be brave, but I could sense her fear.

Good. Fear would keep her in line.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, glancing at the message from Luciana.

"You got her?"

I typed a quick response: "Yes. We'll talk later."

Luciana didn't approve of my plan. She thought I was crossing a line, dragging an innocent girl into a feud that wasn't her fault. But she didn't understand what it was like to lose everything. Amara's family owed me, and she was the price they'd pay.

"Where are you taking me?" Amara's voice broke through my thoughts.

I slid my phone back into my pocket, leaning back in my seat. "Home."

Her brows furrowed. "Your home?"

"Yes."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she turned her gaze back to the window. She didn't ask any more questions, but I could see the wheels turning in her head.

Let her wonder. Let her stew in her uncertainty. It would make it easier to bend her to my will.

The car pulled up to the gates of my estate, and I watched as her eyes widened in awe and trepidation. The massive iron gates swung open, revealing the sprawling mansion beyond.

"Welcome to your new life," I said, stepping out of the car.