The Alpha's Slave.

he auctioneer's voice cut through the air, his words a distant hum as Layla's senses were overwhelmed by Ryker's presence. "Very well, Mr. Blackwood. The young woman is yours. Please, take her

at the curb. He opened the door, pushing Layla inside before following her into the vehicle. The door slammed shut behind them, and Layla was plunged into darkness. She felt Ryker's presence beside her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Where are we going?" Layla asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ryker's smile was a flash of white in t

acing as she struggled to sit up straight. The car was slowing, the engine purring as Ryker navigated the winding roads. Finally, the car came to a stop, the door opening with a soft creak. Ryker stepped out, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he reached out to pull Layla from the vehicle. She stumbled, her legs trembling beneath her as Ryker led her towards a sprawling mansion. The building loom

ter what it took. But for now, she was trapped, at his mercy, and she had no idea what lay ahead. As Ryker's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, Layla felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she had to be careful, that one wrong move could mean disaster. But she also knew that she couldn't give up, that she