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.

painful, but this punishment was

beside me, as

were all filled with she-wolves like me who had been

but start to feel my

Peter's POV: 

sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at

with a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my

was a notorious playboy, though, known to be a silver-

even still have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides, we're only going

princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be

will rust if

that last

saying.You're going to be Alpha soon,

like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep

solely for werewolves and was where auctions would be

and precious items were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and

few moments later,

at the center.All of them were

a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I

auctioned off, it was time for the final segment.Slaves

this, I was no longer interested in

so I turned around to leave the hall. 

through the

I saw the slave, I suddenly

cage was moved

delicate girl was

a short, thin gauze skirt, her

of her long, brown, curly hair cascaded down her

head was facing down, so her

she

short skirt perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed

plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in and captivating all of my

felt parched and I was

in the hall felt the

the girl

swallowing came one

clumsily tried to cover the

and pure, but the owner can surely train her according to his own

host didn't even need to

several voices of men popped up

bidders scrambled to purchase this beautiful

soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices

attractive, but it just didn't feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt pity for her and prepared

then, the girl in the cage finally raised her head.I was met by her eyes that were

coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was what drew me

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