My Alpha Traded Me Away, So I Disappeared

On my 22nd birthday, my Alpha, Ethan, handed me a paper bag.

I opened it. Inside was a piece of cheap, revealing lace lingerie.

He kept his head down, cutting his steak, refusing to look me in the eye.

"Sophia owes a massive debt to some loan sharks. They demanded she sleep with them to clear it. But those men... they play too rough. Sophia won't survive it. She'll die."

"I just need you to take her place for one night. Just one night. When you come back, I'll finally mark you."