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The Alpha's Fated Desire

The Alpha's Fated Desire

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Chapter 1 The Price of a Witch

Word Count: 1204    |    Released on: 02/04/2025

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may as well have been steel, binding me in

beautiful short ivory satin gown that did very

my heart pound so hard that I honestly thought

uld make out were the decorative masks they wore to hide t

; billionaires, politicians, aristocrats, c

y were akin to monsters to us omegas. Treating us like nothing but playthings for their

could feel their lingering gazes crawling

plastered on his face. He lifted a glass of brandy as he basked in the attention o

n. "Tonight, the Graves Auction house offers something tr

man being. It was a good thing Victor had no idea I was an omega, I couldn't even imag

eauty, elegance, and obedience...all gua

loud enough so he wouldn't hea

of blood. My mother was a witch who had managed to escape when a

ne of the few cities that wasn't u

own. She crafted healing tonics, charms, potions, and somet

rt was that I had forever lost the opportunity to ask her about him. A few months ago,

in this world, you have to keep your head down, take care of your little b

d my wrists, which, unknown to anybody, wer

eenth birthday three years ago. They were enchanted bracelet

or saw me as nothing mo

had auctioned illegal weapons, human and werewolf live

... he was go

suddenl

gold mask called out. Even with the mask on, I

other, and I let ou

an yelled out, grin

urt

if

rs climbed higher and higher as the masked men casually raised the

ndred m

et. "One hundred

was only willing to pay a fortune to do whatever he wanted with me. I could already imagi

excessive, yet, the paddles continued to rise, and that

me. I wanted to yank my arm out of Victor's grip and run away, but

free myself, but an omega like me stood

llion d

ould sound like a nuke went off. The insanity of such a number completel

addle was still rais

the sea of masked figures, u

s musky and pine, with a hint of spice, yet there was a sweetness to it. It had a

in my throat as I felt the electricity crackle i

yearned for him in a way I didn't believe was possible. I closed my eyes to calm the ra

the dark lighting of the auditorium. There wasn't the slightest hint of emotion on his fa

t acquired a new asset. Especially not one

rawled dow

ter. "Sold to Mr. Bloodhound." The gave

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