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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.
MagnusTwo days to go, and I dreaded each passing second. Fritz rightly said Erina was a weapon. But not in the sense he meant. She was the weapon my elders and the High Council were using to destroy me. With her gone, it would be easier to control or replace me. They have skillfully pitted the wolves against her, using their prejudices to the council’s advantage. But I won’t let that happen, and I won’t let her die.“Never,” I whispered to her sleeping form. “I won’t let them destroy us, my love.” My beautiful mate. She looked so peaceful in sleep, her dark lashes kissing her cheeks, her ruby lips slightly parted. I could watch her forever, mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each soft breath.I let her sleep. She deserved to rest. These past days have taken their toll on her. But I admired her spirit, her resolve to prove herself. But I wasn’t about to let her kill herself to prove a point. She was stubborn and more like her father than she would admit. I hate
ErinaWhose devilish plan was this to make me fight against my sister? She was relentless. I saw my father in her, her fluid movements. She was supple like a cat. You wouldn’t say she had a baby two months ago. The advantages of being a werewolf, I guess. I had healed, but I still felt fat and sluggish.“Come on, Erina! Put your weight behind your punches. You hit like a girl!” Her angry screams did little to entice me.I was hot and tired. As if sensing my distress, the cows in the paddock let out low moos of empathy. At least they had their calves with them. My baby needed me. “I am a girl!” I yelled out of frustration.She was a killing machine. Our father trained her, not me. My purpose was to be a sacrifice, not a fighter.She snarled back, “You’re not! You’re a fucking werewolf. Own it!”She slapped me. Right across my face. Blood flew in an arc from my nose.The wolf inside roared for dominance. I felt her surge forward, filling me with strength.Daphne aimed a kick at my fac
MagnusI loathed every moment of subjecting her to this torment. But it was necessary. I watched her slumbering form. Exhaustion etched fine lines around her mouth and eyes. She was resilient, I must confess. Even after the grueling paces she still tirelessly cared for our son. Adamant to spend as much time with him as she could.It was only until Helen urged me to carry her to bed that she yielded. She had drifted off in the rocking chair while nursing Marcel. “My stubborn huntress,” I murmured as I lifted her into my arms. She sighed softly, nestling her head against my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck without waking. Marcel, a peaceful bundle, was fast asleep under Helen’s watchful eye.Erina needed rest. Tomorrow, I will have to push her harder. A thought that sank like a stone in my gut.“Link me if you have any issues. She’s not to be disturbed.”“Of course, my king,” Helen bowed her head respectfully.“And Helen, allow no one other than us in here.” I had deployed e
I spent a restless night in the nursery. Marcel, sensing my turmoil, was also restless. No matter how Hanna and I tried, we couldn’t get him to settle. The moment I put him down; he would wake and cry. Eventually, I gave up and took him to bed with me. He fell asleep on my chest, and I dozed off for a few blissful minutes. At least that was what it felt like before being rudely awakened.“Erina, get up. It’s time.” Magnus loomed over me like a shadow of doom.I groaned and forced open an eye. “Are you serious? I just fell asleep,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.But seconds later, I bolted out of bed. My heart thudding against my ribs. “Marcel!” I gasped. He was no longer on my chest.Magnus, arms folded across his broad chest, was unamused. “Hanna took him. You have five minutes to get done.” He turned on his heel and left the room.***I had to jog to keep up with Magnus’ long strides. He was obviously still angry about last night. Granted, I probably shouldn’t have said what
ErinaHis scent reached me before he walked into the nursery where I was rocking Marcel to sleep. I stiffened. I didn’t have the strength for another argument today. Talking to the elders and Klaus after Magnus left had drained me.“Erina.” He looked better, changed his clothes, shaved and combed his hair back. He smelled wonderful. My wolf pined for his touch. His threat to reject us had left her whining and needy. We both needed reassurance. But I doubt he was there to kiss and make up.“Magnus, please don’t start this again.” I pleaded with my eyes. My heart thudded dully, fearing the worst.He had a guarded expression. “I’m here to see my son. Is that allowed?”I gave him Marcel, ignoring the subtle dig. “I’ve just changed and fed him. You’re welcome to settle him. I’ll leave you.” Since he'd made it so obvious earlier that he had nothing else to say, I saw no reason to stay.“Stay,” he murmured, but it still felt like a command. “I’m not here to change your mind, Erina.” He kisse
MagnusThe scent of pine and earth filled my senses as I ran through the damp, mossy forest. Branches whipped past in a blur of green and brown as I let the beast run free. The crisp mountain air offered a reprieve from the staleness of the library. The beast growled, a low rumble deep within my chest, mirroring my frustration. I needed to clear my head, silence the noise in my head.“The bastards know Erina's death would render me useless,” I muttered, the words a ragged breath torn from my throat. “Mad or dead.” Klaus's ambition was a foul stench, clinging to him like cheap perfume. Did he think I was blind? He lusted after my throne. I saw it in his ruthless, beady eyes. And my elder council, the ones who I had trusted to hold me accountable, were conspiring with that skunk. Using Erina’s insecurities to trap her and she walked neatly into it. Faster, faster. I ran as if I could outrun all my problems. Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on my
“Where are you going?” I watched as he picked his clothes from the floor while I was still throbbing from my release, his cum spilling down my thighs. There was no cuddling, no whispered words of love. He hurried.“I have guests,” he said as he pulled on his pants. “Stay here. I’ll send a servant w
Erina “Let me go! Put me down, Magnus!” My fists pummeled against his broad back. But the beast carried on walking with me hanging over his shoulder, and all I got for my efforts was a slap on my bottom. It shouldn’t turn me on, damn him.“I refuse to have sex with you!” My voice echoed in the hal
HeinI stumbled home, feeling wrecked, like I had been to war. Daphne had cooked dinner. The aroma lured me from outside into the kitchen. Her cooking had improved, thank the gods. But there was another scent that enticed me.“You look like shit,” was the first thing she said to me, penetrating me
Elise’s shoulders shook as she sobbed into the pillow. She lifted a mascara-streaked face to me, her voice breaking. “You’re going back on your word?” The pitiful cries coming from deep within her chest… it was hard to hear. I didn’t want her to hurt this much. Wanted to explain, but she was too lo







