The Alpha King’s obsession.
“Twenty four years old, unmated, rare coloring. Look at that auburn hair, gentlemen. And those curves…”
His hand gestured toward my barely covered body, and bile rose in my throat. But I didn’t look down. I looked everyone of them in the face as they laughed and sneered at me. I was going to remember their faces and I vowed to myself to remember everyone that spat on me. One day, I won’t be the helpless omega they knew and I would take my revenge.
“Do I hear five thousand?” The auctioneer’s eyes gleamed. “Five thousand for this prime specimen? She’s unspoiled, despite her crimes. Perfect for domestic service or…” he paused meaningfully, “personal use.”