**Emily’s POV**
“Mother, please wait, no!” I cried out with my arms stretched out in front of me, “Do not leave me alone!” Just as I was about to touch her, her head fell off her neck with a sizzle of blood following suit.
Lurching back, I screeched…
I woke up with a jolt to realize that it was a dream. And that I was lying naked on the cold cemented floor with my arms and legs clasped together by cold metallic chains.
Thankfully Laurel lay beside me, naked too, and fast asleep.
“Laurel, wake up” I called softly, shaking her limp body. I gasped softly when my eyes caught sight of her battered skin as she sat up.
“What happened to you?” I asked, resisting the urge to openly stare at the large slices of welts across her back,
“Alpha Marcus happened,” she replied, calmly.
She looked pale and tired, but from the stubborn set of her chin, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it.
“Where are we?” She asked, looking around.
Her question made me finally take a good look at our environment. We were in a large steel bird cage, and in front of our cage, there was a similar cage with three girls sleeping in it.
“We should be in the dungeons,” I mumbled, but she shook her head with a force that scared even me.
“We’re not anywhere close to home, you see those girls?” She pointed at the three girls sleeping, “They’re not members of our pack, we’ve been sold!”
I didn’t want to believe her at first, but the wild look in her eyes and the environment we were in forced me to. We were far from home; this place didn’t even smell like home!
Moments later, the loud laughter of men coming from a distance got us sitting up; even if we were to be attacked, we needed to be prepared.
"The sleeping princesses are finally awake!” A large, ugly man said from the door of our cage, “Philip come see ‘em!”
My ears pecked as I heard more shuffling and an uglier man stood smiling in front of our cage.
“They’re still so fresh,” Philip said with a psychotic grin on his wide face.
“They’re needed in a few seconds.” The other one, whose name I didn’t know, said to Philip, as if in a bid to shake off whatever day dreams he had of us.
“We can be quick, we won’t leave a scratch on their bodies,” Philip intoned.
With a predatory look on his face, he opened the door to the cage and stalked in.
“We won’t bother about leaving bruises on this one, she’s bruised already,” The other said with a laugh while Philip snorted in disgust, loosened his belt and turned to look at me.
“This one is lovely,” He said simply, “let’s fúck her before she gets auctioned.”
“What if her buyer notices?” The other asked.
Philip looked thoughtful for a while, then suddenly brightened up when an idea struck him.
“Then let’s mouth fúck her,” He said, they both glowered with self pride as they forced me to go on my knees.
“Please!” I begged, but they laughed more as I did.
I noticed how the noise woke the three girls sleeping in the other cage, and was stunned at how they ignored us like I wasn’t about to be r*ped. Ignoring my pleas, Philip unzipped his fly, pulled me by my hair and shoved his dirty pénis into my mouth.
As if that wasn’t enough, the other crouched beside me, whispered dirty nonsense into my ear and inserted his finger into my vagina.
I closed my eyes as Philip thrusts in my mouth began to accelerate and the other pumped his finger harder in my centre.
I couldn’t take the degradation anymore. In anger, I pressed my teeth down against his pénis and reveled in joy when his pained screams filled the air.
“You little piece of—” He started, raising his hands to hit me, but he was stopped by a voice coming from the doorway.
“And what the hell do you both think you’re doing?” The deep authoritative voice snarled.
They were both startled for a millisecond, jumped and rushed out of the cage without meeting the intruder’s stormy gaze as they scurried past.
“Dress them up, and take them to the auction.” The intruder commanded a group of people behind him, who helped Laurel and I up. And walked us into a room full of other girls who were around my age. And were also stark naked.
“I’m sorry, Emily.” Laurel whispered as soon as we were left at a corner of the room.
I turned to look at her with a frown. “What for?”
“Because I couldn’t help you earlier,” she replied sadly. In return, I squeezed her hands, gave her a reassuring smile and shrugged like it wasn’t much of a big deal.
“I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but today’s my birthday.” I said.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt tears drop from my eyes, and I couldn’t help but remember how much I had wished for my eighteenth birthday.
***
After we had been bathed, we were made to wear bikinis and make up, and were ushered into a large glass box which was filled with girls dressed like us. They were standing unmoving under the harsh glares of wild fluorescent lights.
That was when I felt it. A wild ticklish sensation crawling over my skin; it felt as if tiny needles pricked my skin in a pleasurable way. The sensation jumbled my mind, making it impossible for me to pay attention to the things happening around me.
"Emily Silver, 18 years old…” The host’s voice trailed off as my mind went off again when I felt the piercing stares of someone, "Bidding price starts from five thousand US dollars!”
“Six thousand dollars!” A voice screamed from the end of the room.
“Ten thousand!” Shouted another.
The ticklish sensation seemed to override my senses making it quite difficult for me to remain on my feet. My eyes wandered through the crowd continuously, looking for the source of my discomfort, but I couldn’t find anything.
"Fifty thousand dollars!” Another shouted.
“Fifty five!” The first man countered.
“Seventy!” A middle aged man sitting at one of the front seats yelled.
“Ten million dollars!” Someone drawled from the farthest corner of the room, and everywhere fell silent.
“Ten million going! Going… gone!” The host yelled in a rather too excited voice.
“Emily Silver sold to the highest bidder for the sum of ten million dollars!” Just then my buyer waved his hands and our eyes locked.
Steel gray eyes met with my toffee brown eyes.
At that moment I knew, I just knew that he was the source of my discomfort.
And not only that, he was my mate.
**Emily’s POV** I was immediately ushered out of the glass box as soon as my transaction had been finalized. The chains around my wrists were replaced by a handcuff and an extremely fancy leash was clasped around my neck as if in a bid to refrain me from running away. “Wait, before you take me away, I want to see my friend! I want to see Laurel.” I pleaded with the men dragging me, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, as they wouldn’t even glance in my direction. I was practically dragged out of the backstage, down a dimly lit corridor and pushed into a dark room. I gulped in fear when I noticed the huge form sitting at the far end of the room, but the fear immediately dissipated when a very pleasurable smell assaulted my nostrils. It was him, my mate… “Hi?” I called softly but was met with silence. Taking a deep breath in, I walked into the room but stopped abruptly when he got up from the chair and turned to face me. I gasped, not due to fear or shock, but because the person standi
**Emily’s POV** The drive to his house was quiet and exceptionally uncomfortable; I was seated in the back seat of a sleek Porsche car while the middle-aged woman from earlier sat in the front with a chauffeur who was too relaxed to be an employee. “What’s your name?” He asked. “Emily,” I whispered, ignoring the lopsided grin on his face. “I don’t think he’s a chauffeur, his aura is too strong to be one,” Someone whispered. I looked around but found no one. “Did you say something?” I asked the middle-aged woman who stared at me with a funny expression on her face. “I did.” The same voice replied, “And stop looking around, you look crazy!” It said with a giggle. In frustration, I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the window close to where I sat. After a while, I realized the voice was in my head. “Who are you?” I whispered almost to myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose as her cheerful laugh rang through my head. “I’m Ariel, your wolf." My eyes snapped open and th
**Emily’s POV** I regained composure and heaved a breath. 'Nothing suspicious,' said Ariel. I smiled with a nod. I was still frightened about the past event. Try as I might to forget all that happened, I couldn't. Again, staying in large gatherings frightens the fúck out of me. But I wasn't in a large gathering at the moment. I didn't know why I was uneasy. Perhaps, it was the eyes of the women on me that made me feel that way. I nodded in greeting as I passed by three women, but none responded. Instead, I was rewarded with a shrug, glares, and some mumblings amongst them. Dismissing them, I turned away and walked towards a pretty girl sitting alone in the corner of the room. "Hello." “Hi,” She greeted me with a smile, discarding the book she held earlier. “You must be, Mary?” “I am, Mary.” She responded. She stood to her feet, dusting her hand on the chiffon knee-length, A-shaped dress she donned. "May I ask what for?” “I was asked to come to meet you, I am Emily.” At the
“Which one of you is Emily?” A plump woman asked as she approached Mary and me.She was of average height and her dark brown eyes stayed on mine.“I am,” I answered and I took a step forward. I had just finished taking my bath and was about to change into clean clothes Mary handed to me when she walked in.“Come with me, Emily.” She said, “The Alpha wants to meet you.”“Now?” I asked in bewilderment.It was way past 9 pm and I was barely done with what I was doing. Perhaps, he wants me to walk naked to him.I doubted he'd be fazed.I flushed at the idea of being in front of him with nothing on. It was never going to happen though.He didn't want me in the manner I was thinking and I was certain I didn't want him to.Or maybe I was trying so hard to convince myself because my wolf thought otherwise. The first time we met, she had even urged me to kiss him and do nasty things with him.I kinda did nasty things with him. I believed it would never happen again as I had let my wolf do the
**Emily’s POV**About a year ago, I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, Jake because he had found his mate- who was also a friend of mine at the time. I was heartbroken.I felt like my world had crumbled. It was the worst feeling I ever experienced in my entire life.But now that I think of it, the way I felt then seemed like a joke compared to how I feel right now with Alexander and the blondie making out on the bed, which stood less than five feet away from where I crouched picking his damned papers.“Oh, so goooddd, fúck me already!” Blondie's wanton moan infiltrated my head, breaking my heart even further if that was even possible.I blinked away tears that welled in my eyes as I struggled to focus on the task at hand and not how I was eager to yank her away from him.Earlier, I thought I didn't care about what he did. I do care honestly.He was my mate and he shouldn't be fúcking anyone in front of me. He didn't even accord any freaking respect to me because if he did, he wouldn't do
**Alexander’s POV**I took a few steps away from her, not because I was afraid of her but to distract myself from her intoxicating smell that seemed to be filling my senses in ways I couldn’t quite explain.Ever since I laid my eyes on her at the auction house, it had been one heck of trouble after the other.Initially, I felt she was a spy sent by one of my enemy packs because I could not understand how a Royal would be put up for auction at the same time I was there.Until I felt the need to get to her. The need to yank her off the stage away from the men leering at her flawless skin and seductive body.I felt all that at a distance and I didn't think I was moved as I could get any woman I wanted. But, it was until my wolf confirmed she was my mate.Goodness, she was my fúcking mate. I never imagined having a mate, or worse seeing one being auctioned like a whore.I bought her on impulse. It wasn't my intention because, at the time of confirmation, I never believed she was mine. It
**Emily’s POV**It has been exactly six days, two hours and twenty-four minutes since the day Alexander sent me out of his bedroom.Ever since then, I haven’t laid my eyes on him. It was almost as if he had disappeared into thin air, leaving me in a confused mess.I shouldn't bother about him or what he does, but I was. He was a beast and could kill me if I made a wrong move but the rest of the sanity I had left in me wasn't functioning when his name came up in my head, I presumed.Instead of running away, I wanted to be close to him.Further, I wanted to explain to him that I didn’t intentionally burn his footboard. I wanted to make him understand that I wasn’t a spy sent to him. Lastly, I desired to let him know I had finally learned how to summon the quiet flame and that I could, in fact, use it against my foe if only he would help me.I found Alexander to be the best person who'd help me defeat Alpha Marcus as he was formidable.Heck, both were formidable. But I heard a lot about
**Emily’s POV**The kiss seemed to ignite a special kind of fire in my body.I closed my eyes fearing it was one of those really realistic dreams people had, and that I would soon wake up, but I was soon snapped back to reality when I felt myself being lowered onto his bed.It was real! It was fúcking real!I felt his hands tug at my panties from under my dress but my thoughts were too fuzzy to think of what he was about to do.I waited for the feel of his finger in my wetness, just like the first time. But nothing happened.Rather, I felt his hand around my neck.My eyes tore open in shock as his large hand wrapped around my neck.“This is what I bought you for!” He whispered, pressing harder on my neck.Alexander's eyes became darker and I gasped.“S-stop!” I sputtered, desperately trying to pry myself free from his grasp but it was to no avail. My eyes went up as thoughts of this being my end sprang into my mind. “Please let me go.” I cried, beating against his chest with my fists