Bought by the Alpha

R my back as I follow Alpha Ernest up the wide marble steps to
a home I never expect to see in real life. I look around quickly, but he is
walking fast, and I don’t have much time to see the outside of the mansion.
I only know it resembles a castle. The dreary sky seems fitting, considering
my bleak outlook.
Likewise, this castle is fitting for an Alpha King.
Under the wide porch, there is a bit of shelter from the wind. I pull my
thin cloak around my shoulders. When Alpha Ernest’s fist pounds on the
door, I jump. Everything about this day is unexpected and has me on edge.
The door opens a bit and a man with a thin, long nose gapes out at us.
He is wearing a butler’s suit, and I relax only slightly.
Not that I expected the cruel king to open his own door, but I am
thankful not to be faced with him right away.
“Greetings! Greetings!” Alpha Ernest says in his jovial, exceedingly
loud voice. He laughs in the back of his throat, his gruff tone as raspy as the
thunder in the distance. “It is I, Alpha Ernest of Willow pack! His Majesty
is expecting me.”....