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.

painful, but this punishment

beside me, as

she-wolves like

eyes and couldn't help but start to feel my own despair.What should I do

Peter's POV: 

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

driving.Alvin was my good friend,

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

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

sister, and she 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 place

on.You've been single for too long.Some things will rust if

that last sentence, I would have thought you were

soon, but

man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and

at the Midnight Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where auctions

like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just

moments later, the auction

the stage, taking turns at the center.All

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

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

no longer interested in staying

around to leave the hall.  "Last but

resounded through

back, but when I saw the slave, I suddenly couldn't take my

was moved to the center of

a stunning, delicate

short, thin gauze skirt, her knees

her long, brown, curly hair cascaded down

head was facing down, so her

something told me that she definitely

accented her curvaceous figure and revealed just the best

perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts, her cleavage luring

parched and I was starting to feel

the other men in the hall

the

subtle sound of swallowing came one after

man beside me clumsily tried to cover the bulge that

young and pure, but the owner can surely train her

host didn't even need to say

after he started the bidding, several voices

bidders scrambled to purchase

to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices that

feel right for me to buy slaves.I felt

met by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower in bloom,

coldness and stubbornness in her eyes, which was