Chapter 3

Lyric Adams pov

Hearing shouts from outside, I peered out the dirty windows through the tattered curtains, seeing several vehicles start to arrive. Large wolfmen exited their vehicles. I noticed that each of them was an Alpha or a Beta, causing my arm hairs to rise in warning.

Knowing that my death was inevitable, I exhaled softly and prayed for it to be quick and painless.

My nerves were on edge when Cheryl waved a full syringe around and started injecting the prisoners in the cage.

She cackled heartily as they willingly stuck their arms through the bars.

“That's right, my pretties chase the high, you little druggies,” she chirped. I watched calmness come to their faces and compliance.

“You're next, Adams,” she stated as she turned the needle toward me.

Having no reason to fight, I stuck my forearm out to her, hoping for the same calmness to take away my fear.

After she injected me, my vision instantly grew more colorful, and I felt as if I were floating on clouds.

“All of you, get dressed,” Cheryl asserted to me and the others coming from the cage. I nodded slowly as I searched for my clothing and discovered that I was holding the fabric, but my wrists were still tied together.

Whipping me around Cheryl, cut the rope and put the cool metal bracelet over my right wrist. It felt nice against the brand.

Struggling with putting on the shift, it was snatched from my hands, and then my vision was blocked with blurry, colorful flowers that made me smile.

“Line them up, and that hot piece of ass will be the finale, so put her at the end of the line,” a rough voice asserted, making my smile falter.

“Do you want them all on the stage?” Cheryl questioned the head Lycan. He thought a moment as his eyes traveled down my body before he nodded.

“Is she a virgin?” He growled.

Cheryl nodded.

“I'm starting her price at fifty thousand,” he grinned slightly before he stormed out of the room.

We were then lined up like cattle, three females and two males, each wearing filthy rags, while I looked pristine.

My high was already diminishing, and my brow was creased in thought, curious about who would purchase me.

“We are just meat going to slaughter,” I hissed as the line started to move through the house.

Once we reached the outside, I glanced covertly at the buyers sitting on the chairs.

It was startling to see so many higher-ranking wolves along with Lycan in one area, and I swallowed uncomfortably at the numerous eyes that traveled over my body.

Goosebumps rose down my neck and up my thighs. My body was giving me a clear warning of all their intentions.

It was degrading to see their eyes glow with lustfulness and caused me, even though drugged to shiver in unease.

Keeping my head down as I followed the others up the rickety stairs to the platform, I heard the murmuring coming from the crowd.

Knowing that my tan-skinned body could easily be seen through the sheer fabric I wore, I grew nauseous.

The bidding started on the slaves before me, with the females getting more profit. The auctioneer approached and turned me to face the leering crowd.

“This fine specimen is young and also a virgin. She is called Mira, and as you see, she is a feast for the eyes and very compliant!” The lycan growled, then pulled my hair to bend my neck back, causing my breasts to be thrust forward. My dusky nipples pressed firmly against the transparent cloth, giving the bidders a glimpse of what they were buying.

“The bidding will start at fifty thousand!”

I tensed up hearing the amounts being shouted out from the crowd and stared at my hands as the amount continued to increase.

When the amount of my person got to half a million, I was baffled by it.

How foolish of them to value me so much, being an omega, wolfless, and branded, I was worthless.

The bidders dwindled down to three, and the Lycan grabbed my shift at the bottom hem and lifted it up, exposing my nudity underneath.

“She's an untouched beauty,” he shouted as the bidding grew until a frightening man's voice announced aggressively over the other two, a bid for three million. The crowd grew quiet, and I peered out at the man and shrank inside.

I knew those yellow devil eyes surrounded by thick black lashes. It was the cold-blooded Alpha Camden Sinclair, the more depraved and wealthy younger brother of my old Alpha.

Gritting my molars, I glanced at the auctioneer and gave him a pleading glance to ask for more. He was thrilled with the outlandish amount and shouted, “Sold!”

My fate had been sealed, and I was as good as dead. My brand wouldn't mean a damn thing, Camden would torture then kill me just for the joy of it.

Watching him pat the back of the huge blonde sitting next to him, Camden rose and started to walk away from the area. Creasing my brow in confusion, I glanced back at the other slaves and saw that they were being given to their purchasers while I remained standing on the platform.

Next, the crowd started to disperse, and the Lycan grabbed my wrist and asserted that I would come with him to greet my new owner.

“You beat my expectations, damn shame. I couldn't sample your wares beforehand,” he commented cruelly as he yanked me down the stairs. Almost losing my footing, I hissed as he stopped suddenly, and I ran into his backside.

“Ah, Mister Romanov, I assume you are going to be making the purchase for Alpha Sinclair?”

Peeking around the Lycan, I looked at the barbaric blonde-haired man holding two full duffel bags.

“I have all of the funds in these two bags, so yeah. Let's switch so I can cuff her and take her to my boss,” he stated firmly.

He didn't even peek at me as the exchange was made. I was cuffed behind my back and brought to an SUV.

“Behave, miss, and I will treat you fairly,” he growled while I nodded nervously.

“What is your name?”

My mouth felt dry as I mumbled, “Lyric Adams.”

Getting placed in the back seat, he grunted as he belted me in, then slammed the door.

Searching for the Alpha, I realized that he wasn't anywhere to be seen and wondered what the deal was.

The Romanov fellow got into the driver's seat, and we sped away from the area.

“Excuse me, um, where is Alpha?” I questioned the stern-looking man.

He glared at me through the rearview mirror and said, “Camden Sinclair left to speak to his Luna.”

My eyes widened briefly at my surprise before I muttered a quiet, “Oh.”

The Alpha had a Luna yet was purchasing sex slaves for three million? None of it made sense to me.

The remaining drive I stayed quiet as I watched the scenery pass by. I accepted my coming death and would remain strong.

If death were to be, I would accept it. I knew that I couldn't fight my fate and would face it admirably.

My arm hairs rose as we turned up a gravel road toward an enormous pack house tucked up inside a thick forest. The driver continued on to a huge house further in the forest tucked against a high mountain.

My skin prickled when he stopped before it, and I exhaled deeply at the chill of forbodence that traveled down my spine.