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

lined up beside me, as far as

filled with she-wolves like me who

but start to feel my

Peter's POV: 

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

a mischievous smile while driving.Alvin was my good

to be a

have slaves and such traditions.It's such a primitive and barbaric thing to do

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

single for too long.Some things will rust if

for that last

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

man.Just keep driving.Be quiet and leave

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

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

moments later,

turns at the center.All of them

buy a set

material items were finally auctioned off, it was time

this, I was no longer interested

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

through the walls of

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

cage was moved to the

delicate

thin gauze skirt,

curly hair cascaded

was facing down, so her face was not

told me that she definitely looked pure and

curvaceous figure and revealed just the best parts

perfectly complemented her plump buttocks and huge breasts,

parched and I

in

gawked at the girl with

sound of swallowing came one

man beside me clumsily tried to cover the bulge

sex slave has yet to 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 and

host didn't even

started the bidding, several voices of men popped

scrambled to purchase

long for the price to soar into great amounts, far exceeding all the prices that preceded

just didn't feel

met by her eyes that were as blue as

stubbornness in her eyes, which was what drew me