Chapter 1

Scarlett:

“Move” the headmistress said, glaring at me. She pushed me forward, forcing me to walk toward the auction hall where they waited. The auction where they would show us off to men who were willing to buy or use us for their pleasure and money.

My emerald green eyes met her brown ones, and having been living here with her for the past five years, I didn’t need to look twice to understand that she wasn’t in the mood for games. She wrapped her hand around my arm, squeezing it lightly, careful not to bruise it when she knew the importance of the day; however, I had plans of my own. I did not survive until I was twenty, older, and stronger, to be dragged to a different auction the way that I was today. 

I watched in silence as she placed a white collar around my neck, the white color resembles me being a virgin, and those who were not, had a red one. She fixed my curly brown hair, nodding in satisfaction before they placed the leash on the collar, knowing that I would most probably end up trying to run away, again. 

“I suggest that you be good today, Scarlett; otherwise, believe me neither me, nor Principal Arnold would be as lenient as we were before” she said, glaring at me. I nodded, keeping my eyes down as I knew that arguing with her now would do me no good.

I walked through the familiar halls of the facility. The place where I was brought to years ago to be prepared for slavery, as if losing my whole pack wasn’t bad enough to begin with. 

I stood in front of Mr. Arnold, his eyes scanning me up and down before he nodded. I was the only one between the girls still in my clothes, and having refused to strip them off, Madam Coco didn’t bother trying with me, knowing that Mr. Arnold would do the job for her.

I looked down at my feet, my heart racing against my ribcage as I waited for his punishment, he had plenty, and each one of them was even more ‘creative’ than the previous one. He nodded at me, giving me the silent message to strip; however, I pretended not to understand, glaring at him, challenging him despite knowing that it could get me in trouble. 

Mr. Arnold wasted no time though. He took a step toward me, his eyes glaring daggers into my soul before he ripped my ragged black dress off my body, pushing it down as he took it off. I knew that I could have easily fought him, but I knew better than to have him grow more aggressive than he usually was. 

His fingers grabbed my chin, squeezing it as he forced me to look at him, his green eyes meeting my own “one mistake, Scarlett, and I will be sure that you regret ever being born”

He quickly let go, pushing me back as he glared at me. My face stung where he had squeezed, but I made sure not to react to it, keeping my head down as I walked inside the auction hall, my heart ached with each step I took as the hungry men stared at me. Skins slapped against one another as girls cried out, and their voices as they gagged on their cocks didn’t make things any better.

Fighting back the urge to vomit, I kept my head low, walking deeper inside the room, followed by Madam Coco who had her hand on my lower back, pushing me forward. I came to a stop in front of a man in a suit, his eyes scanning me for a second before he nodded “get on your knees, Scarlett”

Madam Coco’s tone was stern as she spoke, her hand moving from my lower back to my right shoulder, squeezing my collarbone, forcing me to get down on my knees in front of the man. I knew what she wanted me to do, and there was no way that I was going to do it, not here, not now, and not ever. 

The man let out a low growl as he saw me on my knees, catching my attention, and daring to look up at him, my heart skipped a beat before a low growl rumbled through my chest. The man smirked, noticing that I recognized him, his silver blue eyes were fixed on my green ones for a second too long before he nodded.

“Be a good girl and suck, Scarlett” Madam Coco urged again, taking the sight in front of her. 

I frowned, raising myself on my knees, placing my hands on his hips to stabilize myself, exciting him for a second before I spat on his face, shocking everyone in the room. The men around watched, clearly amused; however, the man, the bloody wolf, who sat in front of me, didn’t react.

He looked away, not saying a word as he took a deep breath; the memory of him and his pack killing my family played in my as I kept my eyes on him. His eyes met mine for a second, but I was quickly pulled away from between his legs and pushed down on the ground, forced to fall on my stomach as a whip hit my back causing me to arch my back as it caught me off guard. I could hear the man getting up from his chair, and considering the whip that just hit my back; I didn’t bother checking where he was going, most probably leaving.

I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying out, and that only infuriated Mr. Arnold whose whips started hitting my back, one after the other until I could barely feel my back. The men around didn’t bother caring about the scene before their eyes, clearly used to it. 

Mr. Arnold pulled my hair, forcing me to stand as I felt my hair being ripped in his hand “you have really done it this time, little Lycan”

His voice was threateningly low as he whispered in my ear. He pushed me away, causing me to stumble and hit the ground, scraping my hands and knees as I fell. My hands shook and I closed my eyes as I waited for the whip that I knew was going to hit my back; however, I was surprised when a few seconds had passed and nothing came.

I opened my eyes to see the man who was sitting on the couch, holding Mr. Arnold’s hand, stopping him from hitting me as he kept his eyes on his, his next words making me wish that Mr. Arnold’s whip didn’t stop midway.

“One million dollars for the girl…”