Sold To The Three Alphas Who Hate Me

Ashley

For an underground market, everything was pretty fucking out in the open. The sun glared down on the open field where shifters roamed as tables were set up.

There were a few tents but no signs. Still, it didn’t take a genius to see that nothing here was legal. The scent of wolfsbane filled the air, along with the cackle of idiots who couldn’t wait to leave the area before ingesting the drug they’d procured.

“Stop dragging your feet,” Nick growled as he pulled me forward. I had no idea what we were doing here.

He’d woken me before dawn, pulling me off the floor and shoving the white dress at me. The chill of the air had seeped into my bones, and it had taken me too long to change out of the long nightgown into the short dress.

The bruises on my abdomen were a reminder of what happened when I pissed my half-brother off. So I picked up the pace and wondered why I had to be here while he was buying his drugs.

A strange tug formed in my belly, and I stumbled. The slippers he’d given me were worthless in the melting ice. They were also white—or at least had been when I’d put them on. Now, they were a muddied brown. I slipped again, this time falling onto the soggy grass. The hem of my dress immediately grew transparent.

“Stupid fucking bitch.” Nick hauled me to my feet.

“You’ve suddenly forgotten how to walk?”

“No, I...”

“Just shut up. It’s too early for your whiny voice.”

You’d think by now I’d have learned better than to try and talk back to Nick.

Since my parents had died, he was the one who’d raised me, fed me, clothed me. At least, that's what he sneered whenever I did something to piss him off. Despite how isolated we were, I knew he was an asshole, but I still tried to defend myself.

Maybe this was my chance to find my freedom.

The tug happened again, this time accompanied by a strange feeling that warmed my chest. Gritting my teeth against the sensation, I tried to ignore it.

I’d be damned if I had some horrible disease kill me today when I might finally break free from Nick.

“Omega,” a voice snarled, and rough hands grabbed me. I yelped just as Nick pulled me back and snickered.

“She is indeed. If you want her, you can buy her. Ten grand.”

Buy her? Wait, buy me? Nick was selling me?

“No!” I cried out and struggled against my brother. “No, you can’t do this!”

“Well, well, well. Ten grand is an awfully steep price. Most don’t go for more than five here,” the newcomer mused as he tugged at my dress.

He was a beast of a man, clearly an alpha, but he smelled like he lived in the sewers. It was all I could do not to gag.

“She’s untouched,” my brother boasted. “Never bonded with