The Alpha's Slave.

eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and defiance. The auctioneer, a tall, thin man with a cruel smile, stood beside her, his hand grasping h

But the faces before her were all cold and calculating, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and greed. Just as it seemed that the bidding would never end, a figure emerged from the shadows at the back of the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and a strong, chiseled jawline. His dark hair was cut short and neat, and he wore a black leather jacket that seemed to be molded to his powerful physique. As he strode forward, his eyes locked

r men who had bid on her. Ryker strode forward, his eyes never leaving Layla's face. "I'll take her," he growled, his voice low and menacing. The auctioneer smiled, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Very well, Mr. Blackwood. The young woman is yours. But be warned, she is a fierce and unpredictable alpha female. You'll need to be careful if you want to keep her in line." Ryker's eyes flashed wi