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The kind of slap that leaves a mark on the ego of a powerful man. Ilyès Blackwood. He was no ordinary man. Cold. Calm. Insultingly wealthy. And above all, vindictive. “Are you kidding?” she breathed. “You’re not really going to…” “It’s too late,” he interrupted, his voice sharp. “I’ve wiped out your father’s debts. You’re mine now, Lena.” “No. No, that’s illegal. I’m of age, I…” But she didn’t have time to finish. Two men approached from behind her. She felt their hands on her arms, the force, the impossibility of escape.

The man said with a smoky tone. “Y…yes. But she’ll be mature tonight. It’s h…her 18th b...birthday.” the auctioneer stammered. The man didn’t reply. The tension in silence was escalating. The auctioneer gulped, “I…if you like a m…mature slave, we can pick you another one. We had—” “I’ll take this.” The man cut him off then he turned around to look at me。 “Open the cage.” He commanded.

He did not even hesitate to give me away. My eyes brimmed with tears and I had to bite my lips to not let any sobs escape me. There was a deafening silence for a few moments before I heard Lord Blade shuffle in his seat. He asked, “Are you sure about it, Gerald? Are you really ready to sell your daughter just like that?” “Yes, sir. Since I can’t clear my debt, I’m giving you my next prized possession. I’m sure about this!” My father betrayed me. I couldn’t help the tears which flowed down my cheeks, wetting my lap as it fell down. “Very well then. I will accept it” Lord Blade’s words didn’t help the pain which engulfed my entire body.

I released myself from the grasp of the soldiers. "You have to stop this, please" "Fine, we would stop here and continue in half an hour" "How're you feeling Jason? The almighty Jason's here whining like a toddler who had his leg injured by a stone" Jacob's voice echoed from the speakers, I knew this was his lab where he tried out his weapons and drugs he sold, having my eyes around I saw the scrambles of white powder. At this point I realized to that Jacob was the one that was called the Night Merchant. He was the one selling the drugs to the Viking wolfs which was the reason why they had the nerves to walk into my house and demand for half a million dollars.

"Absurd accusations from an ungrateful, rebellious child! The High Arbiters will not hear such slander without proof!" "The proof is sitting in these chests," I replied, stepping up to the wooden boxes. With a flick of my wrist, I drew my father's brass scalpel from my satchel and jammed it into the lock mechanism, popping the lid open for the High Arbiters to see. "Fifty chests of Night Council dark-steel," I declared, looking directly into the eyes of the four grey-robed High Arbiters. "Signed for by Prince Cassian's quartermaster, funded through black-market accounts managed by House Sterling."

His fingernails began to elongate into razor sharp claws, slicing clean through the fabric of his trousers. "What have you done?" Leonhart whispered. The raw, dominant authority in his voice made the surrounding pack guards drop to their knees in submission. "I gave it the ancient access seals," she whispered, the confession. leaving her looking entirely hollow. "To buy time for my daughter to escape, I gave the dark spirit the eclair of Life, which the Silver Clan could produce easily. But for the eclair to work, the spirit needed a strong host body and a loving heart to possess. After my daughter was hidden and we managed to escape, we later heard that the Alpha and Luna of the Night Pack

There were a few cracks running through the handle as well, indicating that it wasn’t going to last for long. *Bang* As if he couldn’t see the changes on Night’s Kiss, Mane stomped his feet into the ground and threw himself towards Camila again. As he moved he started to revolve, and several streams of lightning were gathered into both Night’s Kiss and Night Mare. Both blades shone brightly due to the baptism of the Norse Thunder God’s element. And though Night’s Kiss’s embodiment of the Olympian God King’s power was slightly inferior to Night Mare, its duller look only served to fuel its thirst for blood.

Rhett spoke about the herbs without much enthusiasm. "Excellent!" Black Maple Master grinned slyly, then proceeded to outline his plan. "Alexander's arm was injured severely from excessive swordplay and requires the century-old Pure Spirit Ganoderma for healing. "We'll play along, apply poison to the Ganoderma, and sell it to Alexander. He'll meet his end during the healing process." Rhett wore a puzzled expression upon hearing this. "Why not just exchange it with him? What's the point of holding an auction?" To him, the auction seemed like an unnecessary complication.

“Unmarked. Unclaimed. Easy to put on a list.” Something flickered in his eyes. Guilt. Anger. At himself, maybe. At the system he’d spent too long negotiating with instead of burning. He angled his head, bringing his mouth close enough to her ear that his next words were for her alone. “If they take you,” he said, “you’ll be sold.” Her breath caught. “Tell me what you are.” Not *who*. *What*. That was what Nightmoor called things it wanted to own.

And immediately his brows furrowed, he stood up walked to me. Yank! He pulled my hair, so that I look up at him, pain hit my scalp as he gripped it tight. I winced biting back my tears, my hands were on my hair as he yanked my hair again so that he would look straight into my eyes. "What do you mean, No" he asked through gritted teeth. In pains I opened my eyes and when my brown met his blue, i realized that I had been sold to the devil. "I'm sorry, sir please" I cried as I managed to speak.