Chapter 43 SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS
SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS
MADELINE REYES (FL) — 19YRS
GARETH UTHRED (ML) — 30YRS
LUCIEN UTHRED (ML) — 30YRS
MADELINE
I shouldn’t have come here.
That thought burned in the back of my mind as the car rolled through the iron gates, up the winding drive that cut through the forest. The mansion loomed ahead—stone, shadow, and power. it was too big and too silent.
I had never felt this desperate in my life. But I had no choice.
My father’s hospital bills stacked higher than I could keep up with, the numbers running into the kind of money that a girl like me could never make in two lifetimes. He was all I had left, my only family. And now, if I didn’t do something—something drastic—I was going to lose him.
The agency said it was 'private companionship'. That it was high-paying, and discreet. The kind of job where I wouldn’t have to think too hard, just smile, entertain, and be nice. That it was a chance to earn in one night what most women couldn’t dream of in a year.
They told me the clients weren’t ordinary men—they were Alphas.
At the time, I’d thought it was a nickname. A metaphor for powerful men with too much money. But as the sleek black car stopped before the enormous front doors, something in my chest tightened, an instinct screaming that I was walking into something far beyond what I understood.
The driver came around and opened my door. “Don’t keep them waiting,” he said flatly.
Them. Plural.
My heels clicked nervously against the marble floor as I stepped into the mansion. It was dimly lit, pools of golden light spilling from wall sconces, shadows stretching long and dark across the walls. The air was thick, charged, humming with a strange electricity that made the hair on my arms rise.
And then I saw them.
Two men.
Standing at the far end of the hall as though they had been carved from the night itself, and was waiting for me.
They were twins. Identical, yet strikingly different.
The one on the left was dark-haired, dressed in a sharp suit, with eyes like polished obsidian, that radiated control. His posture was perfect, his expression unreadable, every inch of him screamed discipline and dominance. He didn’t just look at me, he dissected me, peeling back layers I hadn’t given him permission to touch.
The other leaned lazily against the banister, silver hair and ethereal. A wicked curve tugging at his lips. His golden eyes glowed unnaturally under the light, wild, hungry, almost feral. He watched me like a predator amused by its prey.
My mouth went dry.
So these were the Alphas.
“Come closer,” the dark-eyed one commanded. His voice was deep, sharp enough to cut through my bone. Not a request. An order.
My legs moved before my mind caught up, each step echoing through the silence. I couldn’t look away. Their presence filled the air, pressing against me, making my pulse race so hard I thought they could hear it.
When I reached them, the white haired one pushed off the banister, circling me slowly. His heat pressed against my back before his lips brushed near my ear, inhaling.
“She’s untouched, Gareth” he murmured, his tone laced with wicked delight. “I can smell it.”
My face went up in flames. “Excuse me?”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, sending an unwilling shiver down my spine.
The dark-eyed one tilted his head. “What’s your name?”
“Madeline,” I whispered, my voice barely steady.
“Madeline” he repeated, tasting the syllables like wine on his tongue. His gaze swept over me slowly, deliberately, as though stripping me bare without ever lifting a finger. “Do you know why you’re here, Madeline?”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “The agency said you… needed company.”
His lips curved, cold and knowing. “Company, yes. But not the kind you're thinking.”
Golden-eyed one stepped in front of me now, eyes glinting like gold in the dim light. He dragged a finger down my arm, feather-light, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
“You’re desperate, little lamb,” he said, smirking when I flinched. “You reek of it. Daddy’s dying, bills piling up, and here you are. Offering yourself to wolves.”
I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs. How did they know?
The dark-eyed one leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to mine, though he never kissed me. “Your desperation brought you here. And now it keeps you here. That means…” His eyes darkened further, impossible pools that threatened to drown me. “…you belong to us tonight.”
I parted my lips, breath caught in my throat. “Belong…?”
The wild one’s laugh was low, filthy, wrapping around me like smoke. His hand ghosted over the hem of my dress, lifting it a fraction before letting it drop again, teasing. “You’ll learn what that means.”
I should have run. Every muscle screamed danger, run, escape. But my body betrayed me, trembling under their stares, heat curling low in my belly, my core clenching around nothing.
The dark-eyed one’s gaze lingered on my mouth. “Say it again,” he ordered softly.
My chest rose and fell too fast. “Say what?”
“Your name.”
It felt absurd, humiliating, arousing all at once. “M-Madeline.”
His smirk was slow, deliberate, devastating. “Good girl.”
Golden eyed one growled low in his throat, circling behind me again, close enough that his breath caressed my neck. “She smells sweet. Like she’s already wet for us.”
Heat exploded across my skin. My knees wobbled, mortified at the way my body responded to their words.
“Look at her,” the controlled one said, tilting my chin up with his fingers, forcing me to meet his unblinking gaze. “She doesn’t even know what she wants. But we do.”
And standing there between them—two predators, two shadows, two Alphas—I realized I hadn’t been brought here to entertain.
I’d been brough
t here to be taken.
And the worst part? Some forbidden, hidden part of me craved them to.