03

"Ah!"

The woman's scream woke me up. I saw the slave knocked to the ground.

"Filthy slave! Look what you've done!"

The man cursed, stomping on her with one foot after another. And the slave was like a piece of wood, letting him beat her without any resistance.

Krew! Help her! She is our Mate!

Carl kept screaming inside me, but I felt sick just looking at this slave's useless and cowardly appearance.

I never help useless people.

But she is your Mate!

No.

I looked at the slave with indifference.

She did not deserve it.

I was not there to help the slaves.

Carl was still fighting me for the use of his body. He wanted to come out and save the girl, but I did not, so I had to try to control him. This out-of-control situation was getting on my nerves.

I hate weak people. They waste food and are useless! Such a woman doesn't deserve to be my MATE!

I looked towards the slave. She was still being scolded, but her eyes were as firm as ironstone. There seemed to be some faint hope hidden inside, so no matter how she was beaten and scolded, her eyes did not change. Tough and strong.

These kinds of eyes made me confused.

She was a weak slave who did not dare to resist power. Why did she have that kind of look in her eyes?

It was so strange. Such a look should not appear in a weak slave.

I felt that the wine in my hand seemed to have lost its wonderful taste. I turned around and walked over to a man from Grey Pack, "Hey, man. Do you know what just happened to that stupid slave? Who is she?"

"Oh... Do not mention it. She is a slave we brought back from the Bright Pack. Dirty and lazy, I do not want her to appear in front of me, she'll keep me from eating." The man spoke with a face full of disgust. He smiled after taking a sip of wine, "Do not mention the slave that spoiled our fun. You must be the Alpha of the Grey Stone Pack, right? I've heard of you, you are famous and our Grey Pack's most honored guest! Let's have a nice drink!"

I feel like the party is going by fast and it is already getting close to an end.

Go get her out of here, Krew! She needs our help! She is going to die if she stays here!

Carl was clamoring in my head again, which in turn made me feel so annoyed I almost lost my drinking mood.

I am not taking a dirty slave! She is just a useless piece of trash! A loser who doesn't want to fight back! She doesn't deserve it!

I drained my drink from my hand, not wanting to pay any more attention to Carl, who I felt was howling for no reason at all. To be honest, for the first time I felt my wolf was such a tiresome presence. He wanted me to take a weakling like that!

She'll come for you when she turns into an adult and be able to sense you!

Well, maybe she die before that day!

I retorted fiercely to my wolf, but he was still barking as if he would not stop until I accepted that slave!

Do not you think she looked a lot like you when you were a child? I saw the look in her eyes and I am sure she won't always be the weak one! And she is the MATE Moon Goddess chose for you! How can you let her stay here as a slave to be bullied by those people?

My heart pumped up.

My Wolf's words touched me.

The eyes of that slave, her eyes did remind me of myself at a younger age, of my tragic childhood.

That time when my pack was attacked by a combination of other packs. Countless pack members lost their lives, and only a few wolves survived. As the son of Alpha, I had to lead several pack members looking for shelter. To rebuild our home, we hid our names and identities and trained hard to make the pack strong to survive that dark period.

We survived one crisis after another and grew the pack on the edge of life and death to get the Grey Stone Pack to where it is today.

The look in that slave's eyes made me feel there was something in common between me and that slave.

My heart was beating fast. I admit I was really kind of convinced by my wolf. And just asking Grey Pack for a slave was a very common thing. Grey Pack's Alpha would not refuse this simple ask from an Alpha of another pack.

Whether she was useless or not, at least I should not let her suffer here.

I considered this in my mind for a moment before finally agreeing to my wolf's request.

Refilling my glass with liquor, I walked through the noisy crowd toward Alpha Ryan of Grey Pack not far away. He was a tall man, surrounded by the crowd, and as strong as iron, almost as strong as I was.

"Alpha Ryan. I want to take that slave from earlier."

I put on an easy smile and raised my glass toward him.

"Who? Is it that filthy slave Orchid?"

Alpha Ryan raises an eyebrow, he seems a little surprised.

"I do not get it. She is just a dirty and dumb inferior slave. What are you asking me for a slave like that for, Alpha Krew?"

His confused eyes swept over my face, and I feigned a wicked grin in a flirtatious manner. "She has beautiful eyes. I want to take her back as my sex partner."