Chapter 2

Christal—such a sweet name for a sweet woman—stared at him, terrified.

They were selling her because of her weight. If he were the alpha of their pack, he’d make sure her parents suffered a fate worse than death. Seeing as he was neither an alpha of a pack nor part of one, their ugliness had given him a woman.

Turning her head this way and that, he sensed her fear increasing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, hoping his words would ease her. Taking her hand, he led her towards his car.

Crap. He had hoped for this night to run smoothly. From the way Christal was acting, he doubted she’d be ready to fuck when he got back home.

For many years, Christal had heard the term “runt of the litter” when people talked about her. She hated it but pretended the words no longer affected her. Being told she was fat, ugly, and hated by all of the pack hadn’t prepared her for the final humiliation she’d been dealt this night. The words hurt, but she’d grown used to them.

Sitting alone in her room,