Twelve Years A Slave Amazon Novels & Stories

I don't even bother to look at her. "You can't leave!" Sarah spreads her arms, her voice turning sharp. "Have you forgotten our alliance? If you walk out now, the Blackwood pack will pull all its funding! You will lose everything!" "The alliance?" I stop. I lift my head, and my eyes, now a burning, solid gold, lock onto hers. In that instant, I let my wolf off the leash. The raw, unfiltered power of a Prime Alpha slams into her, crushing her. Thud.

“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body. Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.

No I knew him, I knew him that was for sure. “20 million twice.” The lights converged on him and the next moment I fainted. Of course I knew him. I even knew him too well. Denver. Slave #345. How could I not recognize him at first glance? “20 million three times.” No. " No, not that." I whispered as my tears fell. Not him. “Adjudicated.” With that last word my world collapsed and I recoiled in terror. He had bought me and if he had done it it was not to save me.

I looked slightly over at Shayna, I could feel her uneasiness, this was not her typical place to be, obviously, but she is not thinking twice about dumping me here. “My friends and I are here to give you a gift, just for a small amount of money, anything would do," Linda said as she caressed the man's round belly with her hand, then moved it to his chest. Of course, I was the gift, a gift none of them owned. I was being sold as a slave.

I raise a brow up before taking a deep breath. "I know suspision is already rising to each of everyone of you," I said. The whispers died down and now, all attention is already on me. "Slavery should not be normalize. I know some of you already know where I came from." Silence enveloped the crowd. Now, because I started this, I need to end it. "I was a slave--" "Yeah, I remember you. I wanted to buy you before. No wonder Ryler bought you for $100,000. He probably saw the beauty in you like I did!" Bruce excalaimed, cutting me off.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.

Now she was grateful he did not let her look at him when they spoke, or he would have seen her reaction and would have been pissed. What made her eyes come out of her sockets was the fact that he never asked her to buy him anything, yes, she was responsible for everything concerning him as a slave would be for her master, but she has never bought stuff for him. She knew his state, yes, but she felt like this was another way of punishing her because if she bought something, he did not like she will be punished.

I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for. Rowan did not speak and the silence stretched on until I thought I might scream just to break it. Then I heard him move and felt him squat down next to me, his presence so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. "Look at me." He said and his voice was deep and rough like he had not used it in a long time. "I cannot. I am not allowed. Slaves cannot look at wolves, please." I whispered, pressing my forehead harder against the cold stone. He did not speak again, but his fingers touched my chin and the moment his skin made contact with mine, everything changed.

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.