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“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…” Drumroll please. “Our last item of the evening.” The auctioneer laid the suspense on thick while I waited in the eaves, shaking and exhausted. There were so many girls before me that were auctioned off and I stood there for hours. He kept me for last on purpose, that cruel wolf. Because that was what they did with the hated ones.
“I give you… Erina Saul, the wolf hunter’s daughter.”
A roar went up from the crowd. They were hungry for blood. My blood. Because of what my parents were.
The handler shoved me onto the stage. I hardly kept my balance on the ridiculous heels they made me wear, and the shackles on my ankles made it even harder. Glaring spotlights hurt my eyes, but I welcomed the heat they provided temporary relief to my frozen body. A gray sea of faceless people stared up at me. Probably for the best that I couldn’t see the hatred on their faces.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” the auctioneer grabbed my face, turning me towards the crowd. “Shall we start the bidding at five thousand?”
The crowd roared with laughter. It was an insult. The other girls fetched high prices from the start. I couldn’t care. This was the least insulting of what I had to endure the last couple of days, or had it been weeks? I wasn’t even sure anymore. Beaten and bruised but still alive. For the moment.
“I’d give you ten dollars for the pleasure of ripping out her throat,” a menacing voice rang out.
“Tsk, tsk. Now, don’t be rude. She can be bred. Now wouldn’t that be irony for ya?” another crowed. The crowd thought it was hilarious. I was hyperventilating. This wasn’t how I imagined my last days would be.
I was innocent, never hurt a single living thing. Unlike my parents. But these were animals, werewolves, an abomination. That was what they instilled into us from birth. We should annihilate abominations.
I was never a part of the hunt until I became the hunted.
“Come on, ladies and gentlemen.” The auctioneer droned on in his game-show voice, “Who’ll give me five thousand for this prime female?” He ripped the flimsy dress down the middle, exposing my breasts down to my sex. I had no underwear.
I shrunk down, shielding myself with my arms. The auctioneer snarled, yanking my hair to lift my head. The handler came and grabbed my hands, pulling my arms to my back, forcing me upright.
“Unspoiled. Checked her myself.” he grinned at my face. “Wouldn’t want that to go to waste, now do you?”
The reaction was deafening. The bidding had begun. I closed my eyes, trying to zone out. Imagining myself at my favorite place. Ignoring the pain of my arms being pulled back so viciously, exposing my breasts even more. Don’t listen to the taunts. Ignore the insults, the lewd remarks.
“One Million.”
All sounds ceased. You could hear the blood course through your veins. My eyes snapped open. I couldn’t make out features, but the man-creature that loomed at the back of the old theater dominated the place. He was the largest of his kind I’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing.
“Your excellence!” the auctioneer gasped. He bowed his forehead almost to the floor. The handler brought me to my knees without letting my arms go.
“Bring my purchase to the back. And put some clothes on her, for fuck’s sake!” the giant creature’s voice boomed over the crowd.
I lifted my face in time to see him exit the double doors at the back before I was hauled to my feet.
The auctioneer sneered at me. “Lucky you. You’ve just been bought by the werewolf king. Enjoy your last hours, girl.”
The handler guffawed as he dragged me away. He shouted at a woman to get me a dress. “Don’t know why we bother. He’s just going to rip you apart. But maybe he likes his meal packaged.” He laughed at his own joke and shoved me towards the waiting woman.
“That’s a hefty price for a meal,” I dared to say, which earned me a slap that made my ears ring.
“Hey, don’t damage the goods!” The woman came out of the dressing room and pulled me behind her. “Do you want to die? The Lycan will have your head.”
The Lycan. I could only guess why he wanted to buy me, and it spelled nothing good.
I let the woman dress me in a black velvet gown which had a low neckline, barely covering my breasts, an open back and slits that exposed my legs. They could’ve just left me naked. She combed my hair and even fixed my makeup. She uncuffed the shackles from my ankles, and I almost cried with relief. I rubbed my abused skin to get the blood flowing again.
“There.” She stood back to admire her handiwork. “We can’t afford to displease the Lycan king. Listen, girl, keep your head down and don’t piss him off if you want to survive.”
“Why do you care?” She was one of my tormentors. I had to endure a lot of abuse from her in the past days. Why the sudden change?
“I don’t. But you are not like the hunters I’ve encountered. There’s something about you, something different.”
Yes, I was an absolute disaster.
I wanted her to elaborate, but we never got the chance. A different man came through the door to fetch me. He was of the same size as the mountainous creature who bought me.
“Come,” was all he said, and I had no choice but to follow him out the door into the night.
Driven by the biting wind, snowflakes licked at my exposed flesh as we stepped out into the cold. Freezing and shaking, I lost my precarious balance and slipped, landing on knees and hands in the sleet.
Shiny black shoes came into view. I looked up to find the owner and my breath caught in my throat. It was him. Had to be him. Yet I couldn’t see his face, as the light was behind him.
“Do they call that a dress?” his voice, like thunder, rolled over me. “Get up.”
I struggled to my feet, slipping further into the muck. The next moment, he yanked me up and warmth enveloped my shaking shoulders. A wolf pelt, I realized, as my frozen fingers sank into thick fur, and I pulled it closer to cover my front. He didn’t hesitate but lifted me into his arms like I was weightless. Too afraid to look at him, I pressed my nose into the warmth of the pelt.
He only put me down to get into the black limo that waited for us and slid in behind me.
ErinaYou would think that I would get used to the enigma that was Magnus, his changing moods. One moment he was all hard edges and sharp as steel, and the next he would look and touch me with such tenderness it would make a heart of ice melt. My body remembers too well how it bends to his caresses, the feel of his lips on mine. How my core hummed when he took me to the edge, losing myself in his embrace. But that was just physical.I was adamant to guard my heart, lock it in a cage and throw away the key if I must. There were too many unanswered questions and too many uncertainties between us. And still… I hated the way my body reacted to his touch. Even the life growing inside me reacted at the smallest of touches, moving inside me, straining towards him, wanting to be closer to its father.“Bring the Luna,” he snapped his fingers at the guard. “Let’s hear what she has to say.”I recognized the hard tightness around his stormy eyes, the slight twitch of the muscles in his cheeks. He
I joined Hein, Erina and Sabelle where they stood on the lawn watching the soldiers as they dragged more pack members from their homes in the valley below. We heard the noise drifting up: desperate cries for mercy, shouts of defiance, and the sounds of pain as the soldiers used violence to stop resistance.Hein acknowledged my presence by bowing and stepping respectfully away from Erina. “I’ve ordered the men to separate the females from the males, my king.”“Good. We will take all the unmated wolves and the young back to Black Rock.” I owed him for being there to save my mate, but a small part of me resented the fact that it was him and not me.“What will you do with them, Magnus?” Erina asked. “They had no part in what happened to us.”I couldn’t care less if they weren’t involved. They were part of Fritz’s pack, and that was enough for me. “Sell them. Use them as slaves. I have yet to decide.”A shadow crossed her features. She still had empathy for them. I couldn’t decide whether
MagnusAs demanded, Fritz’s pack gathered outside, males and females separated. Being separated from their young and females kept the males subdued. I instructed my soldiers to take Fritz and his luna bound and chained to wait outside for me while I got Erina. I needed her by my side.But when I was about to step inside, I overheard the conversation between Erina and Elise. I heard more than enough. So Elise knew about Fritz’s plans for Erina, and she was right. I would punish her but force her to reject Eric? Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it. But first things first. I wanted to face Fritz, make him tremble in fear for what was to come.Elise turned a ghastly shade of green when she saw me. It was only Eric’s hands that kept her from sinking to the floor.Erina lifted her face to meet my glare. She had changed, my little mate. What I saw in her face was the huntress; fierce, proud, unwilling to yield for anyone and least of all to me.I smirked at her. She was oblivious of what that did
ErinaThe packhouse was devoid of life as Magnus’ soldiers had ordered everyone out. Resting on a couch in the vast living room, enjoying the quiet before the storm I knew would follow the moment Magnus walked through the front door. There were so many things I needed to say to him. He had to know that I was done begging for scraps. It was all or nothing, and I meant it this time.He wanted me to be his mate. I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to love him. God knows I preferred to hate him, to hate what he made me become, and for a time I thought I had. But this was enough. I almost died for him.The slamming of the door startled me out of my thoughts. My heart leaped with anticipation, butterflies churning inside my stomach. Treacherous heart. It still yearned for him. Probably will until time’s end.But no, it was Eric. A pale-faced, tense Eric. Elise hurried after him as he headed for the stairs.“Eric, wait…” Elise grabbed his wrist to stop him.He spun around, his ches
I was not in the mood for jokes. But this was no joke. Eric’s wolf distorted his features in a mask of fury. Gray fur erupted on his skin. Golden eyes blazed at me. The animal was in control and was stupid enough to challenge me. I had to stop him before he went too far. He was Erina’s brother. She would hate me forever if I killed him.I roared out his name. “Eric!”The full force of my Lycan power hit him, and he fell to his knees. I kept pushing my aura until he lay face down in the dirt, baring his neck to give as he should. I wasn’t playing around. “Control yourself!” What madness was this?No one dared to breathe. Even the wind fell silent. My power brought them all to their knees. All heads bowed. Except for Sabelle. She approached us, floating across the gravel as if she were a ghost.“Well, well, this is an unexpected turn, not so?” she winked at me.Ignoring her, I withdrew my aura, releasing everyone from my power. My focus was on Eric. He had some balls to challenge me, I’
ErinaHe knelt in front of me, the powerful Lycan king, in front of his entire army. I heard a collective sharp intake of breath from them. Magnus has never knelt before anyone, much less the hated wolf hunter’s daughter, his slave.I looked into his stormy eyes while I knelt with him, the gravel pressing into my knees. But I hardly noticed the discomfort. All that mattered was the longing written on his face that made my foolish heart want to melt. “Did you think I cursed you? I thought I did,” I murmured.Unable to resist, I touched his face, and he leaned into my palm. His dark beard had grown wild, his hair longer than mine in the short time he had gone. I had to stop myself from leaning in to kiss those full lips. If I gave in to my emotions, the way my body reacted to his touch, I would once more be his little slave. No, no more. I removed my hand. I was no longer his plaything. “My love, let us not talk about curses now.” He stood and pulled me up with him, his arm around my w







