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.

this punishment was crueler and more

lined up beside me, as far

filled with she-wolves like me who had

into their lifeless eyes and couldn't help but start to feel my

Peter's POV: 

that sexy and beautiful she-wolves would often be sold as sex slaves at this auction.What do you

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

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

and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do in this modern era of civilization.Besides,

was the apple of our eye.She tended to be very picky with her presents.An auction was the

been single for too long.Some things will rust if they are not often

me.  "If it weren't for that last sentence, I would

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

now you really sound like my mother.Whatever, man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave my

Hotel.This hotel was solely for werewolves and was where

were the star of events like these.As part of regulation, Alvin and I put masks on just like everyone

moments later,

taking turns at the center.All of them

the items for a long time, I decided to buy a set of vintage jewelry for Patricia.I knew she would like these things the

finally auctioned off, it was time for the

was no longer interested in

hall.  "Last but not the least, we

host's voice resounded through

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

was moved to the center of

delicate girl was

a short, thin gauze skirt, her knees

her long, brown, curly hair cascaded down her

head was facing down, so her

me that she definitely

her curvaceous figure and revealed

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

I was

the other men in the hall felt

the girl with eager

of swallowing came

middle-aged man beside me clumsily tried to cover

turn eighteen years old.Yes, she is still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the owner can surely train her according to his own tastes

even need

after he started the bidding, several voices of men popped

to purchase

the price to soar into

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

her head.I was met by her eyes that were as blue as a cornflower

stubbornness in her eyes, which was what drew me

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