Sold To An Alpha

"Woodie." The father called him, and he turned to look at him, but not a word escaped his lips. "Is everything okay?" He sat down beside him on the bed and inquired with a worried expression evident on his face.

Woodie gazed at their apprehensive expressions and slightly shook his head, still not uttering a single word.

The mother's face altered into deep anxiety, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek lovingly. "Woodie, say something. We want to hear your voice." She pleaded, but not a word came from him.

It all continued like this and eventually, they believed that he had lost his voice and was unable to speak. Indeed, Woodie had lost his voice, or maybe he was afraid to speak. Who knows?

That night never stopped hunting him and he kept having nightmares about it until the day he met his wife, after high school. That was the day he spoke, and it was also the day he stopped having those nightmares.

However, the next night after he married his wife, he came out to his doorstep to find a thick book neatly laid before his doorstep. He glanced around, and on seeing nobody, he picked up the book and went into his house, shutting the door behind him.

He walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Then he glanced at the back of the book, and his eyes flickered on seeing the ancient symbols that he couldn't seem to wrap his head around.

Suspicion arose within him, and he opened the book and carelessly flipped through the pages, halting at a random page. 

The instant his eyes fell on what was on that page, his eyes dilated and a quick breath escaped his mouth as he hurriedly threw the book away.

He clutched onto his body on the couch, and his heart thumped rapidly within him. Something like liquid began to drip from his nose, and he lifted his finger to touch his nose, only to realize that what was dripping from his nose was actually blood.

Panic instantly struck him and he rushed off to the kitchen, turning on the tap and continuously watching his face till he was tired.

He shut his eyes as that scene he had forgotten about replayed in his mind. It was as if this book came to remind him of that day once again. A deep breath fled from his mouth and wiped his face with a towel, then proceeded back to the living room. 

He picked up the book and walked upstairs to the library in his home and took a seat at the table. He began to read what was written in the book and couldn't help but find himself engrossed in it. At a point where his eyes began to ache, he grabbed a pair of glasses and continued to read on, learning things he had never known about before. "

Mr. David took a deep breath and closed the book. He stood up from the chair and walked towards the window to gaze out into the horizon that had been taken over by darkness.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and a smile crept up his lips. 'If Mrs. Avalanzo is a werewolf and her bodyguard is also one, then that means that Mr. Avalanzo must be one too.' He slightly nodded his head as he thought and recalled once when he had met Mr. Avalanzo at the airport where he brutally kicked an assistant for touching him.

He had looked at Mr. Avalanzo then and was only able to see half of his face as a result of the mask he wore. And what was worse, Mr. Avalanzo had looked at him at that moment too, staring deep into his heart with those green eyes of his, and up till today, he couldn't seem to forget those emerald green eyes. 

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Nirmolak grabbed his hoodie and slid into it, covering his head with the cap. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way out of the mansion.

He had confronted Ileus about what he had seen earlier, asking why he was never let into the greenhouse but a human was let in. In response, Nirmolak chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "It has nothing to do with you." 

His hands balled up in his pockets, and he exhaled a frustrated sigh as he began walking down the road at breakneck speed.

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[Where have you gone?]

A voice yelled from the background and the face of a young girl who was no other than Jenny altered into one of irritation.

"Am sorry...I said I would be home soon. I just wanted to grab something at the last store I saw that was open. I will be home soon." Jenny replied to the person, who obviously was her father, and hung up the phone, then stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans.

She mounted her pink scooter, which she had been saving up money for since her last birthday, and finally was able to buy it last week. It was just so beautiful and she loved it. Now no more having her father's men following her around everywhere she goes.

She shook her head and put on her helmet, then started the engine and drove off. The breeze blew against her clothing, and a smile emerged on her lips as she glanced at the beautiful streetlights. As though she felt she was going a bit too slowly, she raised the speed, which wasn't much, and continued to drive home.

A few minutes passed and her phone, which was in the pocket of her jacket, began to ring. She grabbed it and glanced at the screen to see Amy's photo and the name popped up on the screen.. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and proceeded to answer the call, but as if she sensed a great force approaching her, she hurriedly raised her gaze from her phone to look at her front, but at that moment, her scooter collided with someone and she flew off the bike, heading for the concrete ground with her forehead, but before she could reach the ground, a pair of strong arms grabbed onto her and she fell, but not on the floor, but on a muscled body.