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 crueler and more

beside me,

with she-wolves like

help but start to feel my own despair.What should I do

Peter's POV: 

beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you think of buying one

a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my good friend, and also my future

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

that.I've been wondering why we werewolves 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 to the auction to buy a gift for

princess.She was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An auction was the perfect place to find her a unique birthday

too long.Some things will rust if they are not often used, you

kept teasing me.  "If it weren't for that last sentence, I would have thought you were my

just saying.You're going to be Alpha soon, but you still don't have a

mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be

Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions would

part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just like everyone else and

later, the

at the center.All of them were precious,

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

time for

I was no longer interested in

had gotten what I came for, so I turned around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the

resounded through the walls of the

saw the slave, I suddenly couldn't take my

big golden cage was moved

a stunning, delicate girl was

thin gauze

of her long, brown, curly hair cascaded down her

facing down, so her face was not

told me that she definitely

short skirt perfectly accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best

slim waist perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring me in

felt parched and I was starting to feel

in the hall felt

at the

swallowing came

tried to cover

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

even

after he started the bidding, several voices of men popped up after one

scrambled to purchase this

didn't take long for the price to soar into

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

in the cage finally raised her head.I was met by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower in

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

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