Sold! To The Grizzly Don Novels & Stories

Akemi Ravenscar. I became afraid. The moment he mentioned sending me away—giving me back to my brothers—I realized just how easily they could sell me again. If they could sell me to a werewolf, what’s stopping them from selling me to someone worse? Someone crueler than Drogo?

“Just that I was paid well to bring it here in one piece.” Ezra’s eyes glowed with protective anger. “Do you have the name or appearance of your employer?” “No, Alpha,” the messenger quavered. “It was arranged through a chain of men at the tavern in the next town. They wore hoods, paid me gold. I delivered. That’s it.” Ezra dismissed him with a gesture, and the man bowed out quickly. Alara stared at the twisted metal in her hand, the runes seemingly dancing under the flicker of torches. A faint buzz hung at the edge of her hearing, not quite a sound but a sensation.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and reached for my phone. My fingers shook slightly as I dialed the officer assigned to work private matters for my family. Detective Grey. He picked up on the first ring. “This is detective Grey speaking.” “I need you at the east bay docks,” I said. My voice sounded rough. “There’s a man named Austin. I want him behind bars. Now.” Detective Grey must have heard something in my tone, because he didn’t ask questions. “I’m on my way, Mr Childe.” The line went dead.

The reluctance was clear in the way he shifted on his feet, the heavy sigh he let out before speaking. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said quietly, his voice heavy. “Last night… I finalized a contract. A political mating alliance with the twin Alphas of the strongest neighboring territory. To secure food, medicine, and protection for our pack.” The floor felt like it dropped out from under me. “You… sold me?” My voice came out small at first, then louder as anger rose. “You sold me off without even telling me?” My step-mother looked devastated. My father flinched but didn’t deny it.

I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second. "Let's just sit, Sarah," I urged, holding her hand. I leaned down, my eyes at alert. Kendrick sat to my left, he had somehow found his way to where Sarah and I sat. I motioned to the man coming towards him to leave him alone, he wasn't causing any trouble right now. For the next few minutes, I barely heard the next three items being sold. A collection of Ming vases, a thoroughbred stallion, a diamond tiara that once belonged to a fallen queen. These things weren't what I wanted. "Next up, Lot 42. A plot of land in the northern outskirts of the Graylands."

“Whatever’s bothering you—it’s better than wondering.” She hesitated, then walked over. He clicked into the gallery portal, then the sales history. The screen flickered and refreshed. Lot #242 – 'The Ridge After Rain' – Sold. Below it: Buyer: Jayke Rowe. Shipping Address: Brooklyn, NY. Ember stared. “No,” she whispered. Asher froze. “What?” She didn’t answer, just stepped back like the screen had burned her. Her breath came sharp. “Why would he…?” Then her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Skipper extends his hand, and that’s when I see it—the Harley. “What is this? An episode of Sons of Anarchy?” “No,” Vex says. “It’s a deal. A very expensive deal. And we need to get our money’s worth. Hop on and hold on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” I don’t “hop” onto any man’s motorcycle, regardless of how good-looking he is. “I know I agreed to attend an underground auction, but that doesn’t automatically mean I don’t give a shit about my life.”

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

He then shook his head again. No! This isn't her scent, it thought before turning back with its pack and walked away. Meanwhile, Alasdair, Micah and Joanna who was shivering in Alasdair's arms soon arrived at their pack with Micah panting furiously. He was still in his wolf form whose fur was a shade of brown shiny color. As the sun touched his fur, it glinted again, hurting one's eyes if they stared too much. He shook his head repeatedly, trying to catch his breath.

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