On The Alphas' Bed

On The Alphas' Bed.

Chapter 1

Amber Whyte.

"Prepare yourself and gather what is left of you, Amber. You have been traded to a vegetable Alpha to become his Breeder. His escorts will arrive shortly. You don't belong here anymore."

The bombshell dropped with an air of finality.

My fate flashed before my eyes and my heart shattered into millions of fragments.

Pale as a ghost as blood drained from my face in horror, my eyes drifted to my father, hoping for a change in his judgment.

Probably a chuckle to conclude that this was a prank.

Our eyes met.

My chest tightened. The air in my lungs hissed like steam.

He didn't even blink. No flicker of regret. No remorse. No apology. Just a stone-cold gaze that sealed my fate.

And just like that, I was sold off to a half-dead stranger like a bag of potatoes without my consent.

My world crumbled, but I refused to let a tear spill down my cheeks. It wouldn't change my miserable life and ugly future.

I remained quiet in the corner I was ordered to sit, my back arched uncomfortably against the cold wall, and my ass flat on the floor watching my family deliberate my future from the luxurious chairs like I wasn't there. Like I didn't matter. Because I didn't.

I was a plague wrapped in skin. The cursed child whose presence distributes bad luck. The forgotten child who lived in seclusion and abandonment.

But none of it was my fault. I didn't intend to take my mother's life shortly after delivery; deprive my father of his beloved wife and rob my twin sister of a mother figure.

I didn't mean for my mother to die shortly after I was born. And I was hated for that.

"This might come as a surprise to you but a huge debt is threatening to swallow the Pack. We need funds to organize the affairs of this Pack and ensure your sister's grand wedding." He explained that the firmness of his deep voice upheld the importance of his precious Pack over me, his flesh and blood.

How would I know about the drowning debt when I was left to rot in the attic all my life– alone, cold, starved, terrified.

Like a ghost, I was invisible– To my family. To the Pack.

No one knew about my existence except my father, twin sister, and grandmother. It was a deliberate and combined agreement.

For depriving him of seeing his beloved wife, my father vowed that my existence would be erased. The shadows would be my refuge.

Finally, a warm smile broke on my father's wrinkled face as his eyes sparkled with love. But it wasn't meant for me. His eyes darted towards my twin sister, Delilah who blushed sheepishly, occasionally throwing me death glares.

"You know I would do anything for you, pumpkin. I will give you a wedding that will be the talk of the town."

She gasped, her cheeks red from