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 was

me, as

she-wolves like me who

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

Peter's POV: 

would often be sold as sex slaves at this

smile while driving.Alvin was

playboy, though, known to be a silver-

like when they do 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

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

too long.Some things will

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

be Alpha soon,

man.Just keep

was solely for werewolves and was

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

few moments later, the

at the center.All of

I decided to buy a

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

this, I was no longer interested

gotten what I came for, so I turned around to leave the hall.  "Last but not the least, we have this beautiful sex slave ready

host's voice resounded through the walls of

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

big golden cage was moved to the center of the

stunning, delicate girl

short, thin gauze skirt, her knees to

long, brown, curly hair cascaded

was facing down, so her face was not visible

me that she definitely looked

and revealed

breasts, her cleavage luring me in and

I was

other men in

all gawked at the girl with

subtle sound of swallowing came one after the

to cover the bulge

turn eighteen years old.Yes, she is still a virgin.She is young and pure, but the

didn't even need to say

bidding, several voices of men popped up after one

scrambled to purchase this

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

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

by her eyes that were as blue as a

eyes, which was what drew me