Chapter 5

AVA'S POV

Alpha Axel's eyes swept over all the slave traders, stopping on the leader of the slave traders. He twisted his neck slightly, his back straightening, but with each of his every actions, it only served to make them more nervous and scared.

I couldn't fault them at all, I would have been scared myself. This Alpha had a really dangerous aura, it was extremely noticeable as soon as he stalked out of the forest to the position he was at the moment.

“Alpha Axel!” one of the slave traders whispered, it wasn't so loud anyways but with the silence that pervaded the whole surrounding, everyone heard it clearly.

‘You mean you're just realizing that just now? Dimwits!’ I thought angrily in my head.

All the slave traders were already retreating subtly but indeed noticeably, the protective circle around me had gotten smaller and stuffier.

Even the leader of the slave traders was in a state of panic, his legs shaking almost uncontrollably. I reckoned he must have difficulty swallowing even his saliva with the way he was shivering.

“Do Not Make Me Repeat My Question,” Alpha Axel said again, punctuating his every word, his gaze locked on one person, the leader of slave traders.

“A-A-Alpha, she… we were chasing a runaway slave,” his voice trembling as he explained, pointing at me.

“I can't believe this guy,” I thought to myself, lost in my own thoughts. “He's such a coward, trying to make it look like I ran away from them. Technically, I did run away, but not from them. That should suffice enough to prove they're lying, right?”

But my thoughts were interrupted when one of the slave traders grabbed my hands that were still bound together, revealing the slave mark on my hand. “Goddess!” I seethed, my anger and humiliation boiling over. “This mark of shame and slavery! If I ever get out of this alive, I'll make them pay for this embarrassment.”

But it was easier said than done. I was still trying to decide who I was angrier at more, Myself, for not seeing through Rowan's plan, Rowan, for killing me and thereby putting my into such a messy situation and even making sure I was reduced to this pathetic low life wolfless omega, or these Slavers who sealed my embarrassment with the slave mark.

Alpha Axel stalked towards them slowly, with a predatory pace, his cold eyes scanning each of them as if searching for an excuse to unleash fury on them.

He breached the remnants of the protective circle, his towering frame looming over me as he bent low, his hands stretching forward, sweeping my hair out of the way to see my battered face. His gaze bore into me, his eyes piercing and cold, before his lazy voice drawled out in an indifferent tone.

“Is she dead?”

For a second or two, silence pervaded the surroundings. Then, as if suddenly realizing that Alpha Axel was a potential buyer, the leader of the slave traders regained his previous courage, which had disappeared when Alpha Axel came out of the woods with his combat team of elite wolves.

“No, not at all, Alpha,” he said. “She is young-blooded and can't die so easily. She was only a bit stubborn and feisty, so we had to discipline her a bit. You know how they are. Look!” He came closer to me, pulling some of my hair out of my face as he continued, “She is also chubby, with plenty of blood - perfect for a blood slave.”

Alpha Axel hummed in response, not saying any more words. Though I couldn't open my eyes to see him, I could feel his piercing gaze on me. Then, to my dismay, he finally spoke up, his deep voice firm and commanding. “I'll buy her!” he declared, his words echoing through the clearing.