Dawn came, Hailey Taylor rubbed her irritated swollen red eyes,as the sunlight flooded in and lit all hidden corners of her small room. She stirred and completely covered her face with the almost entirely patched duvet which she had inherited from her mother's old collection. She wanted to have few more minutes under the duvet to collect her thoughts and feelings before waking up to face another day.

She lazily turned on her bed,penned her eyes and yawned: a mighty master's yawn. She struggled out of bed and lazily dragged herself to the mirror hanging next to the window. She looked at her messy hair and used her fingers to brush them straight to her back. Her eyes were now clear, bright and inquisitive. They were obviously windows of an exceedingly alert mind. She packed up the five dresses she had into her torn back pack and placed it on her bed.

She was finally relieved that she was leaving that house. Having a life far from his step father Brad Stone, was the miracle she had hoped for in years. He had made her life hell since the very moment he married her mother, Emily Grayson. On the hand she had pitty on herself for getting sold off as another stolen commodity. She resented her step father so much that the thought of him made her emotions alternate alarmingly between overwhelming and reckless emotions. She went into anger,panic and bitterness borne of the disturbing previous events she had undergone through since her father died.

"Hailey!"

She heard her step father's rusky and coarse voice boom her name loudly from outside. It was her time to leave. She took a last look at herself in the mirror and straightened her dress before leaving. She had no time for a shower as she knew Brad would not allow her to take one as she had taken most of her time meditating in her room. She sighed heavily, grabbed her bag and ran outside. She was ready to leave. A rejected omega of her time. She would miss the pack. The Mighty Ashton Pack.

***

Back in the King's chamber, Allen Hunter was practicing his pouncing skill. His claws were wildly sharp like a new matchette. His masculine biceps and triceps limbs shown through his black fur. He maintained a boisterous posture everytime he jumped higher and pounced on its target. He took a rest and sat on his kingly splendid chair.y

He was happy with himself. He had managed to get a wife. A younger Luna to be precise. Allen was in his late thirties and was a big lover of different kind of ladies. This modern lifestyle made him not get himself a wife until now that he sensed he was getting old. He had always had a fixed mind that having a spouse was an imprisonment to pleasing just one kind while outside,there were different types of ladies. He also feared getting a spouse that will have control over him.

He was from the night ville pack . A powerful pack that was well known of its skilled betas . They had always emerged victorious I every war they went that they became the most dominant pack in the whole of California.

Getting Hailey was a great sigh of relief. She was younger and would not by any chance try to dominate him or stop him from having his pleasures. He had bought her, that meant she belonged to him and him alone.

Allen had such a cruel, boisterous and brutal personality. Love,mercy, kindness and care were words that never fit in his vocabulary. He was cold hearted and was feared by many even members of his pack. At the mention of his name one would start shaking and surveying if he had committed any mistake but one thing was loved of him, he never caused problems or passed unfair rulings. He was just.

***

Hailey had already arrived, she clutched tightly at her bag as she stepped out of the car. Her eyes lit up and surveyed the beautiful enormous mansion Infront of her. It was built on a hill that allowed a command of breathtakingly beautiful scene. Its live fences properly trimmed and the grass spread widely as a green blanket. The landscaping of the compound was sure done to perfection. She felt so odd being in such a splendid environment. She was dazzled for sometime until she heard her name.

"Ma'am Hailey"

"Mmmh"

"This way please, the king wants to see you"

She was never addressed in such a humble manner. She wondered if she were having one of her stupid fantasies again. But everything was so real, so true to be a fantasy. She was escorted to the King's chamber.

Hailey slowly walked to where the king was sitted. Her head and face directed to his feet.

"Good day your majesty"

"To whom do I owe in meeting such a humble lady?"

Hailey blushed and shyly smiled as she maintained her posture. Allen moved towards her as he paraded his eyes against her curvilinear body. He admired her glossy skin and touched her thin oxbow like lips. He smiled to himself and moved closer to her face. He bent down to her long neck breathed heavily against her nape and whispered harshly to her eyes.

"You are now mine"

The few words sent shivers down her spine. She did not imagine that such a handsome and attractive man could be so harsh. Her heart thumped heavily against her chest threatening to break out. His looks did not match his behavior. He was deniably attractive but his words only made her heart race. Was she falling from a hot pan into a blazing fire?

"Lisa, you know what to do?

He called out to Lisa as he headed back to his chair. Lisa came to Hailey's side and signaled her that it was time to leave the king to rest.

Lisa was a servant in the mansion and had worked there for quite a longer time. She was in her early fifties. Nobody knew about her family background because she never spoke of herself . She was kind hearted and very humble.

Hailey was showed to her room. It was spacious and we'll furnished unlike her previous room. She almost imagined that her eyes were lying to her.