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“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

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The Alpha’s possessiveness had saved her life, but it was killing her soul. And as she stared into the dark forest, she knew a choice was coming to remain his cherished captive, or to risk everything and become someone else’s wild, dangerous prize.

I say it matter-of-fact, no emotion, just calm facts. I don't want to date Kyle or Jacob. I've always liked Wyatt, not that I'm going to say that to him. But I don't want it to sound like I resent the kids for me not getting to date. Truth is, I know Wilder would cover me and let me do what I want. He has told me that I can go off to college, live a normal life and leave the kids with him. He assures me that he'll be fine. But I can't do that. I need them and they need me. I don't even know what life would look like on my own. It's always been me and Wilder against the world. He wants me to spread my wings and fly, but without him, I wouldn't know how to.

and they engage in some hot fun activities of hunting down the innocent lone wolves that live outside park boundaries and kill them. Is there really a different version of my life that would have turned out different? better and full of happiness? Freedom? Was I ever going to taste freedom?

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

We weren't a pack by any conventional definition, yet the jubilation we felt was contagious, igniting a spark of pure joy within me that threatened to burst forth. I had never felt this liberated in my entire life. It was an exhilarating experience, one that I had yearned for without fully comprehending its significance. My wolf pawed at the earth beneath us, a silent insistence that we embrace our newfound freedom and run. With one final, triumphant howl, we set off into the dense woods, a united and untamed force , ready to embrace the boundless possibilities that awaited us.

The sun was just starting to set, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. “This is magnificent.” Seeing everything from Zev’s eyes was always a great experience, the single touch of nature soothed his yearning soul. “I am free.” He howled again and sprinted in the grassy meadows stretched out before us, adorned with colorful wildflowers. A gentle breeze rushed the leaves of nearby leaves, I had specifically designed this forest so that Zev could enjoy the taste of freedom. The werewolves were independent, wild shifters, any kind of imprisonment was their eternal enemy. This method of harming my wolf was not in my favor, but revenge coursing through my veins made it endurable.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

We ran through the dark, away from the fire, away from the blood, away from the cage Dominic had built for me. We ran into the wild. And for the first time in my life, I was free. I let out a howl. I was Raven and I was finally a Wolf.