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 was being sold as a slave. “You don't have to give us anything", Sylvia spoke up, cutting into what Linda was saying, "You can just take her way for free, I don't ever want to see her again, I want her gone away from here, sell her to the readiest buyer, someone far away," Slyvia said to the man. “Very well" He murmured loudly and then made his way towards me on the floor where I was thrown. “Oh she will find a buyer alright, she is too innocent looking with very soft skin. . . she is beautiful too, I have so many slave buyers that like women like this to dominate" I spat on his face with a little effort I could get.

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.

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.

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

The place is dead silent as no one said a thing. "Slave number ten going for $200,000.000,” she said. "Going, going, gone! Congratulations No X, Come claim your slave."