*Trigger warning. Chapter recommended for 18 years old and older. Chapter 2. Factory That Sells Girls Jade's POV "A factory?" I hushed as I watched her hand go behind her waist and grab a bunch of keys. She undid my cuffs and rubbed my wrists to soothe my pain. A red band had developed on my poor white skin on both wrists. It looked odd on my flesh. The way the woman gawked at my hands, it felt as if a great piece of art had been damaged during transportation. She stroked it nicely, then went for my ankles. I was confused about whether to be grateful to her or cry. I was confused about whether to rely on her for my life or take her as a major threat. These women were not safe for me, nor was this place. Still, I can't help my desperation, and I ask more and more questions. "What kind of factory is this? Are you going to botch us and sell our organs?" I wasn't aware of that question myself when I asked. It just popped out of nowhere. I looked ahead again. The pain and agony

Chapter 4. A Surprising Request Jade's POV She smiled down at me and showed me a tiny dress. "This will suit your figure." I looked at it and made a yuck face. It was made of black net and extremely flimsy like a dress of cheap mosquitoe net. The neckline and the bottom was beaded with white pearls. Once again, I was reminded the p*rn actresses from adult movies. I have seen many wear those in the start of the episode. Though I had been cooperative with them and helping them groom me for the buyers out there, I will not wear it. It will hardly cover my full breasts. My panties would be at a view. Considering their curious gaze and touches that send me to a southward going ride to discomfiture, I should not worry much about undergarments for they don't seem to be giving me any. Oh, I forgot, they said I won't get any under garments. They want to put my skin for as much view as possible. It will excite the buyers. The need to fondle my titties and p*ssy will compel them and qout

Chapter 6. He's your master; go with him. Jade's POV "Who wants to hurt you?" I heard the man say. But my insecurities were so intense that I tightened my grip around him and sniffed. I didn't care if he was a good person or not; I just clutched onto him as if I were a baby and he were my mother. "Hey," His hand came on top of my head and trailed a soft caress. That gesture warmed up my eyes. It broke the barricades of my persistence that I had been holding onto stiffly and strongly, letting my tears loose. I was pretending to be tough, but now I was weeping with sobs and loud cries in his arms. He shushed me. His hands held me in his arms as he stroked my head. I had wanted this to come from my father. The person who made me and raised me to be the woman I am today. Call it my bad luck or simply his greed for money, but he sold me out, and now I am standing in the arms of a man whose face I didn't even get to see. "Matteo," My fingers balled around his blazer as I heard hi

Chapter 8. The Strict Luna Jade 's POV I was nervously standing outside a lavish room with double royal doors having silver handles. Mr. Zavier Salvay, or as I should be calling him after his revelation— Alpha Zavier, brought me to his packhouse in New York. The flight had been silent once he shared about his pack and how they lived a normal life between humans. Otherwise I thought there would be boundaries marking packs, wolves roaming around freely in the open as it was their little territory. I met no such thing when we landed at the New York airport. For starters, the alpha had me change into an air hostess's decent clothes, a pair of trousers and I white shirt. He said that his Luna was strict and if I was to stay in his house then I needed to impress his wife. That made me think of the claims powerful men made about their wives being the queen of the family, and controlling everything within the house. I had observed Alpha Zavier. He was undoubtedly handsome and his cute sm

10. Welcomed into the Pack Jade's POV Soft rays of the sun, after a new dawn, bathed my face with warmth, causing me to jerk my eyes open. "Good morning," I got up to the view of Luna Natalie flashing a vibrant grin at me. Still in daze from the realization of having her in my room, I nervously tucked my hair behind my ears. I was conscious of my appearance for I had been crying the other night. I didn't want her to look at my scarlet face with traces of dry tears. But wait! Just then I looked up only to meet her gentle eyes. She passed a serene blink of assurance and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You look beautiful— just as I've seen you for the first time." Her words made me uncomfortable. She could read my mind. It didn't distress me much for she was a wolf and mind reading is one of their best skills. But the compliment made my body still. Why was she suddenly so nice to me? Moreover, what was she doing in my room? "I-is there a-anything you n-need, Luna?" Since I co