I DON'T HAVE A DAUGHTER

CELESTE POV

The blindfold was eventually pulled off my head, and for a few seconds, I was blinded by the brightness in the room—or, could I say, the lack of light? When my eyes adjusted to the room's lighting, I realized that only a chandelier that swung here and there, barely being held by the anchor, was the only source of light in the small room void of furniture.

The room contained about five boxes and a small bed, if it could be called that.

It was rectangular in shape and wooden, and a thin blanket was placed on top. At least, whoever prepared this place had the courtesy of leaving the blanket, and the pleasant smell, incense, I presumed, in the room could only mean it had been taken care of as well.

The trader, whose name I still didn't know, shoved me into the room. I stumbled forward and collided with one of the boxes. Pushing my hands in front of me to brace my fall as I landed on my butt, I looked at my new owner.

I couldn't decide whether to call him that, but he had bought me from James and Jude, so he was my owner.

I saw the instant look of disgust in his eyes. It was as if he already hated me, and he didn't even know me.

His square-shaped scar-ridden face tilted as he accessed me down his proud, straight nose.

"A virgin, eh?" he questioned, his eyes moving up and down my body. "I don't believe what that bastard says. They can say anything just for money and to get rid of you."

"Who are you?" he asked me. Then he went on to explain, "I need to know if you're worth the money I paid, or I should count you as a loss. From your smell, I can deduce you are an omega."

Of course, he could deduce that. I figured he was a werewolf from his scent too.

"Will you be going to the humans or a werewolf to act as their obedient slave?" Don't be deceived, he wasn't giving me an option. He was trying to know if I was worth his time as he had said and by being an obedient slave, I knew it was another term to whore for whoever my master was.

He needn't say it out loud for me to know.

"Do I force the words out of your mouth, or will you willingly say them to me?" he snapped, his voice impatient, mirroring the look on his face.

"I am Celeste Ravaryn," I murmured.

"I don't care for your silly name, girl. You could be named Cunt, and I wouldn't even bat a lash. Who are you? What's your position in your former pack house?"

An Omega. That was the simple answer on the tip of my tongue because I'd be getting sold regardless of whatever I answered to him. But recalling all that had happened to me in the past hours, I shook my head and muttered instead.

"I have no pack house."

The trader narrowed his eyes on me, marching towards me. "And you want me to believe that?"

"Did you see any sign on me that I belonged to a pack house?" I retorted and in return, I earned a smack on my right cheek.

I bit down on my lip hard enough for it to draw blood. It was already sore from too much biting.

"You speak to me in that manner once more, and I shall cut off that slimy tongue of yours," he threatened, gripping my hair and yanking on it as hard as he could.

I didn't scream. I didn't plead for him to stop. Instead, I continued to look at him. I didn't know where the sudden courage had come from.

But I was exhausted. I was tired of begging everyone and having them mock me instead of helping me.

I was tired of crying. I had been doing that for twenty-two years of my life. Even though I was born an omega, I shouldn't have to endure all these fates!

"You want to act so defiantly? Now let's see how you'd react to this!" The trader pulled me by my hair, causing me to wince because he was literally dragging me around the room.

He ordered me to stand to my feet when we were near the bed, which I refused.

He struck my aching cheek for the second time, and gripped my hand, pulling me up.

Pushing me to the wall, so that my back was to him. He pressed his body into me, leaning and whispering into my ear.

My lips twisted in disgust as I felt his arousal pressing into me. He was just another sick bastard. I wondered if this was what he did to other girls that were sold to him.

"I'll show you how a girl like you should be obedient. It seems your parents didn't teach you how to obey your elders!"

"Teaching me a thing by making me feel they want me? If that's how you teach your daughter, although I doubt you have one, I feel sorry for her."

"You crazy cunt," He cursed, pushing my head into the wall, bruising it.

"I don't have a daughter!"

"Now I see why the goddess had decided to make you impotent." I retorted.

The trader turned me angrily to face him, his eyes burning with fury. I didn't care about his anger. I should be angry about all the things happening to me and not the other way around. But I guess I couldn't choose how my life plays out. Especially not now.

"Then, I'll show you how impotent I am by filling you with my seed. You crazy bitch!" he pushed me to the bed, working on his belt. 

As I tried to sit up, he nudged me back down, climbing on top of me, and trapping my leg in his.

I thumped on his chest, struggling underneath him, but he wouldn't budge. Also, the fact that I was still weak from the flogging and assault made it impossible as well.

The trader gripped my hand, placing it above my head.

"Don't you want to know if I am impotent or not?" he grunted, his free hand, moving under my ripped dress, tearing my pant.

I gasped as he pushed his length into me, my eyes widening at the force.

"Call my name, while I fill you with my seed. Call me Austin," he moaned.

My lips trembled, and I blinked back the tears clouding my vision.

I didn't want to cry. He wasn't worth my tears. No one was.

"Your eyes on me," Austin gripped my neck, forcing me to stare into his eyes as he kept on thrusting into me.

"I am going to re-lease," he gasped out, jerking several times. I felt his dick pulse before he filled me with his warm loads.

When he was done, he rolled away from me, hastily donning his clothes.

He turned to me with a smirk, "You're even better than I imagined. I wonder if I should keep you to myself or not."

Tilting his head sideways for a brief second, he shook it. "No. I want someone who's pure and respectful to me. You are already ruined, Celeste Ravaryn. And it's going to get worse because, on the next mission, I am not sure you can survive with just your sharp tongue alone. You need to have the will and determination and I don't think you do."

"Freshen up. You're allowed a free meal before your real ordeal starts. And if I were you, I'd make staying here worthwhile before I am tossed into the wild."

I wanted to ask him what he meant by me being tossed into the wild, but I couldn't find my voice. My throat was sore, and my voice was completely gone.

I couldn't tell if it was due to how hard he had gripped me by my throat because I had spoken to him a few minutes ago!

I sat up straight as soon as I heard the door shut, bringing my knees up to my chest, I whimpered. What did I ever do to deserve such a life? Just kill me already, goddess Selene. A death from you would be better than this unjustness I was facing.