ALPHA KYLE: Mated To The Foe.

“What you are, Amara…what you have been trained for is total destruction. Be void of emotions other than anger and hatred because in them you can find the biggest source of inspiration and motivation. Do not forget your destiny.”

“Why does this have to be done?” My cousin asked, rolling her eyes.

I looked at her, shocked at the audacity behind her question. She should know better. She is as dedicated to this mission as I am, so why now?

“Because,” Uncle Kiaz started patiently, “Those beings are evil and unnatural and we must cleanse the world of such evil. They should not be roaming freely with such power.”

I nodded, and my cousin seemed satisfied with the answer. But for me the reason was way deeper than that.

Has always been.

This is my calling.

This is my destiny, I have always known it, I have always felt it deep within my bones.

Ever since I had to sit by and watch one of them murder my parents like they were nothing, I was convinced that I wanted nothing more, the way I desired to extinct these werewolves once again.

And thank the gods for the blessing of my uncle who had raised me and turned me into a lethal weapon. A weapon meant for just one purpose _ The destruction of these godforsaken artificial werewolves.

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"Move faster, barbie!” One of the guards yelled and spanked my butt which earned him a glare from me.

A glare that of course meant nothing to him because he only cackled exposing yellow sets of teeth stained by God alone knows what.

I took a deep breath - if anything but to stop myself from wringing my hand around his neck and snapping his bones.

Because that would be totally bad for the business - for the whole deal.

“Be careful with that one, Santez,” one man dressed in a suit called out walking into the hallway, “I have a feeling that she is going to fetch us the most money.”

The men laughed and whistled and I forced out a smile, “Perhaps you should consider treating me better, then.”

“See that? She is not just beautiful but very smart. I am reserving her for a special client - trust me on that.”

I sighed and kept on moving along with a few other girls who were like me dressed in nothing but white gown, which honestly was not looking that white anymore.

It has been one month of torture and craziness.

One month since my uncle dumped me with these savages.

One ,month of having to endure countless unmentionable things like hunger, sleeping alongside piles of sh*t and whipping. Oh my God, the whippings.

There have been times, countless times when all I wanted was to break out of those prisons and just escape. Countess times that i have played it over and over in my head.

It would have been so simple, to just leave. The guards were not that heavy and I memorised their routine and positions in my head within just a week of getting there - so much that slipping past them would have been as easy as breathing.

But each time I remembered that, each time I got that urge I closed my eyes and thought of my parents.

I tried to recall what they looked like, laying on our white carpet floor in the pool of their own blood.

And anger had always taken over.

“You will find your greatest inspiration in anger.”

And I did, every single time.

Now here I am, about to be auctioned off.

The smelly men led us to the auction hall but kept us backstage where we would be paraded one after the other and bought by the highest bidder.

One would think that they would have the common sense to at least clean us up but no - since we were nothing to them we should be walking around with weeks of dirt drying in our skin and hair.

My goddamn beautiful golden hair has lost its colour and that is not funny.

My hair was one of my biggest beauty assets - after my eyes of course.

After a few minutes, I heard someone announcing what I imagined must be a crowd of hungry looking rich men in suits.

“Ladies and gentlemen - welcome to our famous annual beauty auction. This year we have brought together nothing but the best for you. Trust me, you are going to love it,” The man chuckled, “We will start with the first girl available.”

I glanced around the girls and my heart sincerely broke for them. What exactly do these men use these girls for?

But I guess that's none of my business, right?

“Our first girl, as you can see, is a beauty. Deep blue eyes, tall and slender, sexy and chocolate skinned. WE will start with ten million dollars.”

“How much do you think she would fetch?” One of the girls beside me whispered and I shrugged. I had no idea.

I listened as the men started bidding.

“Twelve million.”

“Fifteen million.”

Until finally they settled at twenty five million and the girl was sold, just like that.

Three more girls were paraded before me and each of them were a little less than the first girl.

Finally it was my turn.

One of the huge guards grabbed my arms so tightly that I winced in pain.

“You do not have to be so rough,” I snapped, “It is not like I am going anywhere but no as the weak man you are, you would just love to explore every opportunity you get to display your man capabilities.”

He grinned, “You are lucky you are so pretty. Those words would have earned you a slap.”

If i ever get out of this whole thing alive, i am hoping to come back here and kill them all starting from this bastard.

and grabbed me onto the stage.

My stomach coiled in both rage and disgust as I took in the audience. There were at least seventy wealthy men seated there - for what exactly?To spend millions of dollars on vulnerable girls?

But why was I surprised?

These are mafias and the mafias were known for their dirty businesses.

“This one right here is our gem of the season. You do not need many words to be convinced because you can see for yourself. Beyond the ethereal beauty, she is a tough witch, smart and everything in between,” The man said, “So we are starting with twenty million dollars!”

My kneels quivered.

20 million…

“30 million!” One of the men yelled and winked at me, “I know the perfect way to put her to use.”

Ugh. I wrinkled my nose and looked away.

“Thirty five million dollars!” Another man .

“Thirty five! So do I hear anything higher? No? Our gem is going…”

My heart was beating wildly with each word he spoke as I frantically looked around the hall.

No no no. TGis cannot be, this was not the plan.

“Going once…going twice..” the man continued.

Dear mother of God, may this….

“One hundred million!”

A beautiful female voice called, and the whole audience hushed. Hell, I was equally shocked too.

I turned my gaze to the direction of the highest bidder and saw a woman just seated calmly by the sides. She was dressed in white leather pants and leather jacket, with her golden hair - just like mine - neatly braided and her eyes which I imagined looked cold just like the rest of her outfit was covered in black sunscreen.

“Holy…” The announcer said and there was an excited quiver in his voice, “That is one of the highest bids so far. Do I hear anything higher?”

The whole room fell into a hushed silence. I guess that is all I am worth.

All eyes were on the women. Soke was staring at her with a shocked smile and others with hatred and anger in her eyes but she looked unfazed and confident.

I was frowning and genuinely confused.

Who was she? She was totally a new face to me which bothers me more than anything should.

“SOLD!”

The announcers' yell marked my fate.

Sold - just like that…and the journey begins.

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It took more than one hour to get me ready because the lady was sad - demanded ratchet, “I am not going to pay a hundred million dollars for you to hand a dirty girl over to me, clean her up and put her into something more decent. Make her look worth the price.”

There and then she gained my respect - just a little.

When I was done bathing and getting dressed in the lacy blue gown they had given me, I walked over to the huge mirror to stare at my reflection.

My colour was out now 0 although not that much but there was this satisfaction in not looking and feeling dirty.

My hair, which was not yet combed, was shining like they used to. I gave myself a smile, tilting my head.

All I saw in the mirror reflecting back at me was a vulnerable and helpless little girl and that was perfect because it matched the role I had to play from now on.

The guard led me - gently this time - to the lady who was waiting by the door.

When I got close to her, my stomach churned at the whiff that came off her.

Werewolf.

I was definitely in the right hands then.

“Kyle better find a way to compensate me for making me come out for this shit.” She muttered with a frown on her face as she took me in.

It was hard reading her expression with her eyes hidden but it looked just blank to me.

Werewolves.

I shivered in disgust.

It took everything in me to not just get out a knife and cut her throat there and then.

But that was not the plan.

The plan is way bigger than just one of them. So I best be smart in execution.

But i had to admit, she was pretty. How something so evil and dirty would hide under such beautiful skin was something I do not understand.

But that does not matter because by the time I am done, there is not going to be any of them left.

Those damned scientists should not have messed with nature.

“Come on, fine face. The car is waiting for you.”

I allowed her to lead me to the car, trying to look as sad and weak as possible.

When we got to a black SUV, the door opened and my jaw almost dropped as I saw none other than Alpha Kyle sitting there.

“This is your package,” The girl grunted, ‘And this is the last time I am playing errand girl for your ass.”

The man grinned and something in me moved - I had no idea what and I should not care.

Two years - I have been trailing these…animals. Two years I have watched them from afar, from the rooftops, from my binoculars - but this was the first time I was seeing him up close and honestly nothing would have prepared me for how hot he was.

Like the otter girl, he was wearing a black sunglasses but the rest of his face … my my my.

He had long red hair with some stranded dyed purple and it was styled in a messy bone, bringing out his chiselled features more.

He looked like a god.

‘Is she going to keep standing there gawking like an idiot?” The lady snapped=, “Get into the car!”

I got into the car., scolding myself for actually being an idiot.

This man was no damn god.

He was a demon, a satan.

And just one of the men I have been assigned to kill. The brother of the mother fucker who killed my parents.

And no matter how hot he looks, that does not change anything because he is the target.

He is my foe - I will definitely enjoy taking him down.

His hand grabbed mine and I jumped but it was not his touch that made me jump.

It was the shocking jolt that felt like his skin was an electric current passing shocks through mine with the contact.

The zap came again and I could not stop the gasp that came out of my lips.

It was sharp and so intense and- what was happening?

The man pulled off his and I stared into his eyes.

Green with a golden ring around his purple, and it was glowing.

What was happening?

He growled, really growled his fingers tightening around me and that zap again, sharper this time and accompanied with a strange warmth - heat - that spread through my whole body, taking hold of me, my mind and willing me to do just one thing - wrap my arms around me.

Was he possessing me or what?

“Is it confirmed then?” I heard the lady ask impatiently from my blurred messed up mind and the man nodded.

“Yes, it is true.” He chuckled and flashed me a grin, “Hello mate!”