Sold To The Wicked alpha Prince

It was rare for an omega to be a late bloomer; that was the story that traveled faster than fireflies in her pack, the Night Stalker Pack, with her name attached to it. Rubby, the late bloomer omega Her first shift came at age 20, and it was the most excruciatingly painful thing she had experienced. What made it less painful was the fact that her mate, Silver Airstong, who came for a pack meeting, was there to watch and witness her first shift. But unfortunately for her, he let her go without saying a word to her. She searched for him for days, but it was like he disappeared without a trace.

Rubby was 20 years old now, and losing her parents at a very young age was on the list of her problems because the major source of her problems was her uncle. He made sure to torture her in all kinds of ways and gave her impossible tasks to accomplish, and even when she brought up the idea of learning French and becoming a translator, her uncle was against it.

It wasn’t until her 18th birthday that he finally gave his consent so that she could go and study French. It was during her time as a translator that he finally gave her less work to do, and that was because Rubby was bringing in money for him.

All that was short lived, though, because the money she finally reached at the ripe age of 20—her uncle—couldn't take the fact that Ruby was just a waste of space. No matter how many years she worked, it never satisfied her uncle. With the money she had earned and kept giving to her, he wasn’t satisfied; he wanted her out of his life for good. Rubby was lucky and smart enough to save some of the money she had earned from her job as a translator, and all that was left was for her to wait for the perfect time to abscond from the pack and leave her uncle behind.

Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t that easy. Yes, she was a member of the Night Stalker Pack, but they are no longer in Canada, where she grew up. She was now in a strange man’s land, a land in Miami where she currently lives with her uncle. She was still new to the whole place and still trying to get used to it, even if it had been 4 years since the alpha of her pack declared the move.

After two years of being a translator, she had managed to save 2 million dollars and was finally able to escape from her uncle and live on her own. She had packed some of the things she would and made sure they weren’t heavy so she could travel light either as a werewolf or as a human. She has already planned everything to the letter and hidden her small box, which she could use to travel light; the only thing stopping her was the perfect opening.

She wasn’t too worried about that because she knew the opening was around the corner. Her uncle was always drinking himself to stupor, and she was sure he would indulge himself in it one of these days. Then that would be her perfect time to elope, but for now she had to lay low and do as he pleases so he doesn’t find out.

“Miss Rubby, you are heading out already?"

"Oui,” she said, saying yes in French, and Mr. Louis, a friend and fellow translator who helps her get translation gigs, responded. "Whence te reverrai-je," he said, asking when he could say her again, but she just shrugged and said, "We will when we see. Now I must go; see you later for now.” He simply smiled and waved her off, understanding her unsaid words. Mr. Louis was human, and he didn’t care if she could turn into a giant wolf or not. So long as she does the job of a French translator well and her clients don’t cheat her or try to take advantage of her, she's good.

She had been away from home for over a week now, and since she didn’t have a phone of her own, she didn’t have a reason to call or talk to her uncle when they could mind-link each other. All she needed to do was think about whether or not he cared for her. I finally got home three hours later to find the house in a mess. It was an eyesore, to say the least. empty bottles everywhere; all the doors were opened, and what more? Her uncles were nowhere in sight.

Has he finally gone crazy? She wanted to mentally link home, at least to alert him that she was back and, more importantly, what happened to their home. As she proceeded into the house, locking the door to keep herself secure, she heard the soft moans of a female and, shortly thereafter, the hard spanking. That was enough to give her a heads-up on what was happening. She rolled her eyes before tracing it to the source, leaving the hall and getting to the living room.

She was mortified by the site before her because she had never seen her uncle with a lady; how much more would it bring her over? She always thought her uncle was celibate, or at the very least gay, hence his intense hatred for women. “oh. My God! she exclaimed, interrupting the two having a passionate moment. They were both nearing their climax. "Ahhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh, fuck, I’m Goanna. I'm Goanna," the lady said as he kept thrusting into her like a ravaging beast.

All she could do was stand and stare as her uncle fucked moaned the girls name: "Oh Delila, such sweet pussy you have, Ahhh. I think I’m gonna cum,” he announced. They both hit a climax together, collapsing on each other. Rubby was so mortified that she knew she couldn’t endure this any further; she had to leave tonight, whether or not her uncle was drunk.

She snapped herself out of it and cleared her throat clearly; they had not noticed her. Her uncle spared her a glance, and instead of talking to her, he just ignored her and went inside to make a call with his phone, perhaps to make a call, which spiked his curiosity, knowing he could easily mind link whoever it was.

She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with herself, while the lady with whom her uncle had a nice time had a wish wrapped in a blank. After some minutes of awkward silence, she stood up to go and meet with her uncle.

It wasn't 20 minutes until she heard the doorbell ringing, and she went to check on the door. Her uncle reappeared, but this time with her luggage. He had a smuggled look on his face as he spoke. "My dearest niece Rubby, I took the liberty of helping you pack your things, including the things you have secretly packed and hidden away with the intention to elope." Rubby felt cold instantly. He found out. But how was she so quiet and secretive about it? How then did he know?

"Anyway, if you walk through that door, which you will, you will no longer be my responsibility because I have sold you off as a slave to Alex Manchester. Now you don’t have to work as a translator any more; you have been relieved of your duties.” He said it with a broad smile on his lips as his supposed mistress moved once again to open the door for Alex and his men to bundle me and my luggage out of the house.

"Ahhh, let me go! Let go of me."I yelled all to no vile while her uncle only laughed ever so loudly at my demise.