Owned by the Alpha | Chapter 1

Tristan rubbed his forehead and sighed irritably. He had grown weary of the man’s fawning from the moment he had stepped into the building, and with an impatient grunt he held up one hand.

“Enough. Show me the slaves.”

“Of course.” The old man bowed low and pattered down the long narrow hallway. “Forgive me, my lord. It is not often we have someone of your stature visiting.”

They walked out into the courtyard and the man stopped short, staring suspiciously at the large horses hooked to an empty wagon. There was a young man and a small girl sitting on the seat of the wagon and they stared back at him.

He glanced up at Tristan. “My lord, how many do you need?”

“I require six.”

The man led him across the yard toward a second building. As they walked by the wagon, Tristan stopped and held his arms out to the young girl. She was no older than seven, and she hesitated briefly before allowing him to pull her from the wagon seat and set her on the ground.