Auctioned at 18 | Claimed by Two Alphas

Elyria The clock is ticking. Raina will be found out. Her eyes shine a bright blue as the vision consumes her.She’s a Seer, but no one knows. We’ve worked hard to keep it that way.But ever since we turned 18, there’s been a silent countdown ticking to when our Auction Day would occur. The stress is causing her to have visions more frequently. The Crucible Academy took care of us when no one else would. But our whole lives, they have been prepping us for this moment. Now is how they know if their investment paid off.If they find out that Raina is a Seer, I don’t know how it would affect her.

Elyria  I’m brought to Lucille, a heavyset woman who seems annoyed by my arrival.She puts her hands on her hips as she snaps at the guards and the assistant who walked with us, “I wasn’t supposed to get anyone else!”“Change of plans,” The guard responded gruffly as he shoved me towards the podium. I stumble, but I’m grateful not to fall over. The assistant rushes to Lucille’s side and speaks so softly I can’t hear the words. Lucille snatches the clipboard from them before walking to me and sets it to the side as she works to make an intricate braid in my hair.She tells me, &ldq

Elyria I’m brought to a room that is filled with other girls, and I can’t help but scan the group even though I know the only person I want to see wouldn’t be in here yet. I don’t know if they’ll send her in here at all. This room is much more chaotic than the last. People are rushing from girl to girl, yanking the dresses off of them, shoving new outfits on them, redoing their hair into something different. Every girl looks vastly different than the image that was put on display.Soft sobs fill the room from the fearful ones, but a few girls seem happy. I’m going to take that as an okay sign.I don’t know anything about packs. I do not know whether the Eclipse Pack is good or bad, and I don’t know who purchased it for me. I don’t know if this is who the Crucible Academy wanted to purchase me.From what I’ve heard from previous auctions, it can be any of the higher members in a pack making the purchase. So, I might be with an Alpha or Luna, or it could be some other high-ranked mem

ElyriaMr. Price walked forward. He said he was going to bring us “home”, but someone comes over and starts talking to him, and his eyes seem to spark with intrigue as he looks back at the group and smiles as he murmurs, “That’s not such a bad idea.”He lets out a loud whistle that I almost wince from the sharpness of the sound, and he holds up a gigantic wad of cash as he says, “I need a room for me and my girls and a few guests.” He winks at the man who took the money and came to assist, “You know the kind of room I want.”The man smiles eagerly and nods, “Yes, sir, Mr. Price. We had a room prepared for you as a precaution, since you regularly like to try out your purchases.Try out your purchases? What the hell is that supposed to mean?We are led to a room with dim lighting, red and black coloring, and all the fabric here is soft, like velvet. There are chains that hang from the ceiling, a human-sized spinning wheel with straps attached to it, a swing in the middle of the room, an

ElyriaLoud moans fill the air.Harsh slaps of hands against asses.Gagging and slurping sounds as men relentlessly piston their hips, shoving their dicks into the women’s mouths.I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life.I keep my eyes down, averting my gaze as I wait for Mr. Price to return.I try not to cringe from my discomfort as another girl cries out, ‘harder’.The men are loud with their dirty talk. The words disturb me, and I know I will never be able to scrub their vivid descriptions from my mind.The one sound that bothers me most is the relentless sound of balls slapping against skin. It’s the one sound that doesn’t stop. It’s like a ticking clock that starts to annoy you after a while; it just doesn’t stop.The worst part is that it’s like having 10 clocks all ticking at once, but they aren’t in sync. Mr. Price’s voice is clipped with annoyance when he calls my name, “Ms. Trainer.”I look at him wide-eyed, trying to ignore the scenes surrounding him. I stand up as I