The Alpha's Mysterious Mate ( The Fate Series Book 1)

Serena's POV: 

Shirley screamed in pain.

The slave traders followed suit right after.

For some reason, the electric current that was tormenting my body disappeared without a trace.

I quickly retreated to a corner, just in case crazy Shirley would try attacking me.

"What the hell is wrong with your remote control? Why did it explode in my hand?!"

Shirley held up her bloody hand and shouted at the slave traders.

"Miss Hunter, I'm sorry, but I don't know why it would do that! That remote control had always been fine.How could it explode all of a sudden?"

The slave trader panicked and stuttered on his words.

While his injury looked less serious than Shirley's, his wound still looked horrible.

I watched them argue, just as confused as everyone else in the room.

The explosion must have had something to do with the strange force that surged in my body just now, but even I didn't know what happened exactly.

Fortunately, neither Shirley nor the slave traders suspected me of the accident.

They concluded that the remote must have had a defect of some sort.

Shirley's face was also disfigured from the shrapnel that embedded themselves into her skin.

She insisted the slave traders compensate her and take her to the hospital immediately.

Dealing with Shirley had exhausted the slave traders so much that they no longer had time to continue training me, so they just opted for locking me in a cage.

The pain in my body had permeated through my bones.

I ached all over, inside and out.

The cage they put me in was extremely low and narrow, needing only two steel bars to shut the opening.

The size of the space had forced me to stay in a kneeling awkward position.

My buttocks were held high, facing towards the outside.

A perfect view for the slave traders who would pass by.

This method was probably used to rid the slave of shame for their exposed bodies.

This way, the slave would no longer be sensitive to being vulnerable in front of men.

They would be submissive to sex and pain altogether.

punishment

lined up beside me, as

filled with she-wolves like me who had been

start to feel my own despair.What should I do

Peter's POV: 

Peter.I heard that sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex

a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my

known to be a

and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going to the auction to buy a gift for Patricia.Not anything else.You've really

was our pack's precious princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An auction was the perfect

things will rust if they are not often used, you

that last sentence, I would have thought you

saying.You're going to be Alpha soon, but

man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave my

we finally arrived at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions would be

star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and

moments later,

of items were displayed on the stage, taking turns at the center.All of them were precious, and

at the items for a long time, I decided to buy a set of

the material items were finally auctioned off, it was time for the final segment.Slaves were

was no longer interested

leave the hall.  "Last but not the

voice resounded through the walls of the

the slave, I suddenly couldn't take my eyes off

moved to the center of

a stunning, delicate girl was

thin gauze skirt, her knees

long, brown, curly

was facing down, so

told me that she definitely looked pure

accented her curvaceous figure and

complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her

I was starting to feel

in the hall

gawked at the girl

swallowing came

clumsily tried to cover the bulge that had

still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can

host didn't even

bidding, several voices of men

bidders scrambled to purchase

take long for the price to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the

didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I

head.I was met by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower in bloom, devastatingly enchanting

her eyes, which was what drew me