Page 13 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

“But Dad…” The lady was trying to speak when he cut her off.

“Shut your trap!” He glared at her with so much hate. “And how many times have I warned you not to call me ‘Dad’ anymore?”

She went silent with her head down, and Asher knew that she was shedding tears.

“Who is she to you?” He couldn't understand the man's willingness to trade a human being like she was a piece of clothing.

“What does it matter? Do you want her or not?”

Asher didn't like the way things were going. He couldn't just buy her from his man, but then again, it was better than kidnapping her. Besides, the way he saw it, the young lady would be better off away from that wicked man.

Disgusted by his greed and inhumanity, Asher grimaced and tossed a wad of cash at the man's feet. He bent over and picked it up elatedly. He didn't know much was there, and he didn't care. Obviously, she had no value to him, so he jumped on this opportunity to sell her off at any amount. However, it was clear that the money Asher dropped was more than the man must have anticipated; probably, that money was more than he made in a year.

“You can take her now!” He laughed. “She's all yours.”

“Did you really just sell your daughter?” The disdain in Asher's voice was evident.

“I think the better question is, did you really just buy a human being?” He snickered.

Asher was even more convinced now that she was better off far away from that man. He smiled at her and offered his hand.

“Come on. This man is undeserving of you.”

The fear was palpable in her eyes, but he didn't stop smiling. She glanced at her father with teary eyes, but the man was busy counting his money. After a moment of hesitation, she finally took Asher's hand, and he led the way.

Everything had happened so fast, but it was obvious that he had found himself a human woman to return home with. He did not kidnap her, yet at the same time, she was not going with him out of her own free will.

Shit! The man was right. I really just purchased a human being.

Chapter 4 - Esme

As she took his hand, and the muscular man with a good sense of fashion led her away, she could hear the shouts of her father from behind.

“Go! Go with him and don't ever return, you hear me?”

She glanced back and saw him counting his money amidst annoying laughs. A wave of anger blew across her face, and she squinted glaringly at him. A couple of vines crawled stealthily like serpents and wrapped around his feet. Old man Job was so engrossed with the money that he didn't notice the vines.

When he was done, he turned to move but couldn't, so he looked down and saw the green tightly wrapped around his feet. “What the hell?” he mumbled. He felt a powerful pull, and in a twinkle of an eye, he fell forward, his face sticking into what looked like an animal stool.

Esme couldn't explain what had just happened, but she thought it was funny even though she was too concerned to laugh.

Did she really just witness a trade in which she was the commodity? Did her father just sell her to a complete stranger, a man he first feared was ‘the Reaper’? She wondered as she followed him quietly; her elbow was locked in his, and she was too afraid to even pull it out.

Esme took a closer look at the man, and there was no doubt that he was handsome. His muscles could be seen bulging out of his blazer. She thought his gray hair was as cute as his charming smile which, had melted her heart a couple of times already.

She was skeptical about what was happening, and it was happening so fast. The squirrel in her pocket stuck out its head, squealing silently. She gently rubbed its fur and muttered that they would be fine—at least, she hoped so.

Esme's heart was broken, shattered by her father's betrayal, but she wiped her tears. The deed had been done, and there was no point in crying over spilled milk. Her major concern was the mysterious young man she'd been sold to.

The handsome man—with an eerie aura whom old man Job seemed afraid of, whom he thought initially to be the Reaper from the cursed lands—was her current problem. Should she ditch him and run as fast and as far away from him as she could? But then, where would she go?

While in motion, she looked at the man, attempting to assess him; maybe she would learn something that would help.

There was something different about this man; she couldn't tell what exactly it was, but she could feel something. It was the same feeling she had when that breeze started blowing while she sang. He looked like a man, but he seemed to be carrying something that made him more.

Esme could not understand the way she felt at that moment. She was afraid of him, but at the same time, he did not look threatening; in fact, she felt safe around him as they passed by a couple of villagers who followed them with their eyes.

She could tell that he might be wondering why her people were looking at them so awkwardly and would probably later ask her to explain. Then, she would also ask him to explain what just happened and why she was going with him without even questioning the circumstances.

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