His hand was soaked in bl*od when it wrapped around her throat. His voice was a growl when he whispered against her lips.
"I'm not here to love you, little wolf. I'm here to ruin you." That's how it started.
Sera Vale was sold like a slave. Dragged from her home in chains. Stripped of everything and handed to the most feared Alpha who is also a Mafia, as payment for a debt she didn't owe.
Lucien Virelli doesn't believe in mercy. He rules with bullets. Breathes violence. f***s like a beast. And when Sera is thrown at his feet, he doesn't see a girl. He sees prey. A mystery.
Something that should not exist.
She was told her entire life she was nothing. No wolf. No power. No purpose. Just a broken girl with a cursed bloodline and a dead mother who took the truth to the grave.
But Lucien sees it. Smells it. Wants it. He doesn't want to protect her. He wants to tame her. Mark her. Breed her. Make her scream until her wolf rips out of her body and begs him to take it.
What he wants from her isn't gentle. It isn't safe. And it sure as hell isn't human. He touches her like he owns her.
Looks at her like he's already inside her and when she finally begs.
He makes her earn it. Now she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand. Craving a monster she should fear and drowning in a heat she swore she'd never feel.
This isn't a just love story. It's a dark craving that takes over your body and doesn't let go.
Trigger warning: This book contains graphic s****l content, feral dominance, primal mating, obsession, psychological power play, intense violence, degradation, and breeding kink. For matured readers only.

Sold To The Savage Alpha

CHAPTER 30

When he got to his chambers. Lucien ripped at the buttons of his shirt without thinking, tearing them loose one by one, the fabric falling away from his broad, scarred chest. His breath came hard through his nose, his jaw locked so tight the tendons in his neck stood out like cords.
He needed th...

　　When he got to his chambers. Lucien ripped at the buttons of his shirt without thinking, tearing them loose one by one, the fabric falling away from his broad, scarred chest. His breath came hard through his nose, his jaw locked so tight the tendons in his neck stood out like cords.
　　He needed th...

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