SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 2

MADELINE

“Come with us, little lamb.” The silver-haired one purred, voice daring, smooth, and dangerously magnetic.

My chest tightened as they moved down the hallway, their strides confident, unhurried—predators leading their prey. And me? I followed. My legs felt weak, but they moved anyway. The click of my heels echoed in the cavernous hall, the sound too loud.

The hallway itself was endless, ceilings impossibly high, walls adorned with oil paintings that seemed to watch me with silent judgment. Shadows stretched long, swallowing everything in a strange hush. The air was thick—lavender, smoke, and something darker. Male.

When we stepped into a room at...