Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 128: You’re a Whore, Not the Daughter of Alpha
North
In the depths of the northern underground, a slave auction was about to commence in a sordid nightclub. The buyers, all masked, sat at the foot of the stage, auction paddles in hand, eagerly awaiting the proceedings.
Dyson sat closest to the auction block, a wolf mask covering his face, a glass of champagne in his grasp. As a favored patron of the nightclub, he was entitled to special treatment.
As the room’s lights dimmed, the master of ceremonies ascended the stage, enthusiastically announcing the auction’s official start to the raucous crowd.
Amidst cheers, a portly, red-faced man dragged a naked woman onto the stage, bound by a leather leash. Fear etched her face, her neck encircled by ropes, her hands tied, only her feet free to shuffle.
The man roughly pushed the slave to the center of the stage, forcing her to kneel. Should she resist, he would wield the whip from his belt, lashing out at her.
The male auctioneer then introduced the first slave’s origins and her physical attributes. To entice higher bids, he coerced the slaves into striking provocative poses, even fondling their own bodies.
Dyson peered through his mask at the stage, shaking his head in disdain. He had encountered countless lowly Omega slave girls like her. Women no longer sparked his interest; their submissiveness in bed bored him to tears.
He’d been hospitalized for too long since his last sexual encounter, thanks to Klaus’s trap. It had been ages since he’d bedded a woman.
He needed to find a different companion to confide in.
As the slaves on stage shifted, Dyson remained uninterested. Just as the auction neared its end, the auctioneer introduced the final slave.
The woman hailed from the South, her body sizzling, her hair a blazing red. Her pitiful appearance immediately captured Dyson’s attention, and he detected an unfamiliar scent emanating from her.
Her aroma differed from that of the lowly Omega wolves, who smelled like cheap sourdough bread. Instead, she smelled sweet.
Thus, Dyson bid generously for the woman, instructing the waitress to deliver her to his private chamber post-auction.
He couldn’t wait.
Moments later, a male attendant escorted the woman into his room. She wore a lacy slip dress with cutouts, nothing beneath.
She stood in the corner, head bowed, silently weeping.
Dyson sat on the couch, ripped off his tie, and tossed it aside, commanding the woman in front of him, "Come here."
Her shoulders trembled slightly before she hesitantly took a step forward.
"No, not with your feet," Dyson said sternly. "Crawl here."
The woman looked up, her tear-filled eyes wide with shock, before pleading, "Please, don’t do this."
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"I don’t want to repeat this." Dyson said, displeased. "When I get up, you’ll be punished even more severely."
The woman wept, then had to kneel. She crept slowly, like a child, to Dyson’s feet.
"Lift your head," Dyson said.
The woman slowly raised her head, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. But her pitiful appearance didn’t elicit Dyson’s sympathy. He glanced at her indifferently, then pinched her cheek, and forced open her mouth.
"Finish this bottle," Dyson said as he poured a bottle of brandy down the woman’s throat, forcing her to drink it all.
Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, he poured an entire bottle of wine into her mouth. He admired the pained expression on her face and was aroused by the way her tears, red eyes, and the liquid spilling from the corners of her mouth.
"Stop!" Finally, the woman couldn’t take it anymore, and with all her strength, she pushed Dyson away. The rest of the brandy spilled on the floor, soaking the red carpet.
The woman spat out all the wine in her mouth, gasped for air, and then looked weakly at Dyson.
"I’m Alpha’s daughter. You can’t treat me like this," she said.
"There’s no alpha’s daughter here," Dyson mocked. "And you, you’re the slave I bought."
"Please, please let me go," the woman begged. "My father is the alpha of the South, and if you let me go, he’ll give you money."
"Looks like you haven’t figured it out yet," Dyson said coldly. "You’re already my slave, so you’ll do as I say."
"No, I’m not your slave!" the woman shouted. "I’m going home. I’m going to find my father."
"Oh, dear," Dyson said, tossing the empty bottle into the trash. He stood up and looked down at the woman. "This is the North. I’m afraid you’ll never go home."
"North?" The woman’s eyes widened. "How did I end up in the north? No, I want to go home."
She grabbed Dyson by the cuff of his pants and pleaded, "I didn’t come here willingly, I was sold here. I swear, if you send me home, I’ll do anything for you." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"But I’m not interested in sending you home," Dyson sneered. He walked over to the table and picked up a black leather whip. Then he crouched down and lifted the woman’s chin with the whip. "I just want to whip you now, and then fuck you hard. Or you can choose to let me fuck you first and whip you afterwards. Which do you prefer?"
"No, no," the woman’s voice trembled. "I want to go home."
"Then I’ll whip you first, just to teach you some manners," Dyson said, standing up and cracking the whip.
The black leather whip cracked loudly in the air, and the woman was so frightened that she retreated quickly. She huddled into a corner and shook.
"Please don’t whip me," the woman begged. "My father is Alpha Robert, and I was supposed to be the princess of the north. Please send me home. I swear, my father will pay you double what you paid for me."
"What did you just say?" Dyson, who hadn’t heard her clearly, approached the woman and leaned over her.
"My father will definitely pay you back..."
"No," Dyson interrupted. "Whose princess did you just say you were?"
"I, I..." The woman swallowed. "I was supposed to be the princess of Alpha Klaus of the North, but another woman took my place. If you’re willing to send me home, I’ll..."
"What’s your name?" Dyson interrupted again.
