CHAPTER 002: Auction

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“Sold?” I heard the shock in her voice.

Earlier today, in this cold room, I found myself. Wrapped within a brown, filthy rag gown.

I had opened my eyes and what came into view were three young girls, from the opposite holding, all watching with cold sneers.

“You look like that witch who died years ago in Hallow Wood pack," one taunted loudly.

It was my pack, the Hallow Wood pack, the pack I was thrown out of, that had laid false accusations on me.

That had left me here to die.

A low, painful groan rumbled in my chest. The silver was wearing but not without leaving my inside burning with pain and my whole body weak.

I stared at them again, blowing off the strands of hair that had lain beside my lips. “If I were a witch, I would make sure I leave here on time, then burn this whole place.” I laughed menacingly.

“You can't leave here even tomorrow, witch, you're just brought in. We have been here for years and you think you will be exempted?”

Behind me, with my hands chained and my legs too weak to make huge steps, the handler pushed me forward but I didn't forget to stick out my tongue to the girls who had doubted me. Now I wish I were a witch.

It must have been cool, right?

“You know…you aren't supposed to be sold. Not today, not tomorrow, or even a year later," the handler stated.

“Then why?”

“I don't know, but maybe you hold some power, witch.”

We reached the “Red Den,” a term I heard from the handler for the large hall meant for the auction.

Before the affluent buyers at the stage of the hall, iron, dirt bars designed in the form of a kennel stood. Not too huge but large enough to contain two people. Without care, I was shoved inside.

The guard whom I just knew to be Doom, chuckled. He stepped closer to where I was, his ragged breath fanning the hairs on my skin, “If you look closely, you will see them. The wolves. The unmerciful. The ruthless. They buy slaves annually and best believe, you don't wanna know why?”

“Pleasure,” I answered with my head riled back, eyes shut from the throbbing pain in my wrist.

“Not just that,” he chuckled dryly. They make sure they breed.

My whole body shook with tremor. “And what happens to the pups”

“They continue what their mother started, satisfying the unending urges of the powerful men. They said their c*nt tasted like heaven.”

“Pervert!” I cussed.

“No, hun. The only perverts here are these pot-bellied wolves looking at you from beneath.” And with that, he left, and my legs wobbled.

The omegas’ are lowest in the pack. Born not of their own will but segregated by their very kind. We were told we’re weak with wolves that could only purr. They said it can’t hunt because it can't detect scent yet our scent turns their wolves on, making them whelp daily to be leashed out.

We aren't just wolves, we’re a commodity, the most

sought after, not out of pity or care but for labour and labor.

Slowly, I raised my head and I saw them. Their greedy eyes as they lay on me, sweeping over my form like a predator would over its prey. Like I was some artifacts, or maybe I am.

I forced myself to look up, to hold my head up high until my eyes met hazel ones.

It was hazel but dark in some way and I hated that my body shivered subconsciously.

What was that?

I averted my gaze and at that moment, a loud voice blared within the large hall.

“This, as you can see, is a rare breed. A virgin omega,” the auctioneer, a bald, ugly man, stepped closer to where I was. “Age 19 and of course, very pleasing to the eyes and in bed.” He cackled.

“Oh, you don't believe me?” He ignited and immediately, a young girl dressed in a short purple gown walked forward, hips swaying in precise motion with a smirk on her red cheek.

Before I could understand, the brown robe was yanked from my body, and cold air hit my skin. My hand flew to cover my br**st, but it was restricted by the cold, thick chains bound around my wrists.

There were loud hushes among the crowd.

“Oh, she has a very firm bosom." The elites didn't hide their amusement.

“The bidding starts at three hundred gold!” The auctioneer said.

"Five hundred gold," a young woman shouted immediately and my eyes widened in size.

"One thousand gold," a man from the crowd lifted his pallet.

Tears clung to the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall.

“She looks weird but then, I love weird things,” a pot-bellied man chuckled. “Two thousand gold.”

I thought of my pack, my friends. Of the memories.

Of my mother. I was supposed to be mourning her death but here I am, being priced like cheap livestock.

“Six thousand gold.” A voice that sent chills down my spine echoed within the hall, and it felt like there was no one else. Just space and air but my chest felt tight.

Even the auctioneer's mouth hung widely

“Six thousand gold?” I murmured to myself and my eyes trailed to the voice in the crowd.

He wasn't hard to see, of course. Amongst the crowd, his golden hair shone brightly, and his black coat, which clung to his body, gave off a dark, melancholy ambiance.

My skin tingled again and his gaze bore deeper than before, making my legs feel like jelly.

“No, please,” I muttered inaudibly, praying to the moon goddess that someone else beat the price, but not one person did.

No one could.

“Did I hear six thousand gold?” The auctioneer finally spoke.

“Last chance…”

My heart beats loudly in my chest.

“The hammer is about to fall... Three... two.. one.”

Silence.

“Sold!” The wooden gravel hit the hard surface.

Doom arrived at the cage, a playful smile visible on his scarred face.

“He's Alpha Ryker, the son of the community whore, Alpha Rheagor,” Doom whispered as he draped a thick robe over my body.

I hate that just anyone can touch me but I was left with no choice.

“And what do I need this information for?” I snort.

“Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son…he's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.”

Fear slithered through me like smoke.

“It pains me that you have to go so quickly but I know I could only wish. For an omega with such vibrant, unique features, my chance of ever having the feel of your kind is rare.” Doom added, but I was too preoccupied with my shaking thoughts to care.

The man who was able to kill the Rogue king.

I have heard the stories and now...my fate is taking me there.

I didn't know when we reached another building. A different design from the ‘holding’ and the auction hall and there, seated and dressed in that same intimidating coat with a daunting smile, was HIM.