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Alpha Hunter’s Obsession

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“Did you pay for my sister’s surgery,” “I did.” My heart stutters at this. I should’ve known. “Why?” He tilts his head slightly. “Because you belong to me.” I bristle “I ran. I didn’t go through with it. The deal—” “Doesn’t change what you sold.” His voice cuts in smoothly. “Your virginity. Your body. You. I paid the price, Ava. I always pay for what I own.” I take a step back, breath caught in my throat. “You can’t just… buy a person. That’s not how it works.” “Then explain to me,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous, “why I feel your fear from across the room. Why your scent is burned into my lungs like fire. Why the moment I knew another man lay a hand on you, I wanted blood.” He closes the distance between us with terrifying grace. “You made a choice. Desperate or not. And now I’ve made mine.” “I didn’t—” My voice cracks. “I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know—” His hand comes up, not touching me, but close. Close enough to feel the heat of him. “Now you do. I’m not just any alpha, Ava. I’m the one they tell stories about to make pups behave. Alpha Hunter Draven of the Bloodmoon Pack.” I swallow hard, fists clenched. “So that’s it? You paid for the surgery, and now you think I owe you everything?” He leans in, his breath brushing my jaw. “No, sweetheart,” he says darkly. “You owe me everything because I saved everything.” He pauses. Then, quieter. “And now you’re mine. Body and soul.” ~~~~ Ava’s life has always been a mess. Orphaned. Broke. Desperate to save her little sister’s life, she makes a reckless decision, auctioning off her virginity to the highest bidder. She never expected that bidder to be him. Hunter Draven. Alpha of the most feared pack in the country. A man of power, wealth, and blood-stained reputation. Now she’s caught in a storm she can’t escape. And the most dangerous part? She’s not sure she wants to.
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