VANESSA POV
I wake up and kick the bed above me. Rosy groans. She grumbles out multiple cuss words just like she does every morning. My childish behavior always sets her off when it comes to sleeping.
"Nessa, why do you dislike sleep," Rosalind asks in a hoarse morning voice that makes me laugh.
"I don't. I love to sleep, but it is time to be awake," I answer, rolling out of bed.
I turn and tuck my bedding tight, just the way Ms. Grimes likes. We aren't allowed to leave our beds unmade or our rooms messy.
Luckily for Rosalind and I, we were moved to our own room three months ago. No more little kids messing up the room we just cleaned or wrinkling the beds we just made.
Rosy and I were moved due to our approaching birthdays. We both turn 18 in a few weeks, and we will no longer be welcome here. This house is for minors only. We are about to age out of the foster system officially.
Rosy and I hurry downstairs. We pour eight bowls of cereal and sit down. The younger kids file in and begin eating just as we finish up.
Ms. Grimes has made Rosy, and I take care of the younger wards since our early teen years. We clean, we cook, and we bathe them. It's been like this since we were 13. The older three girls that didn't get adopted aged out, and we took their place as the maids.
She must like having live-in maids. We make life much easier on her, that's for sure. Don't get me wrong. Ms. Grimes isn't a monster; she is just strict. She never verbally or physically abuses any of us. She likes the house to run smoothly and to run smoothly; she says it has to be kept orderly.
We have everything we need: clean clothes, food, and comfortable living arrangements. The younger kids are doted on because they have a higher chance of being adopted, but we are treated okay.
I haven't had an interview for adoption since I was five. The same couple interviewed rosy. We both weren't what they were looking for, apparently. I was insanely thankful because even then, I couldn't imagine being separated from Rosy.
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"Ughhhh," Rosy says, leaning back against the school's bus seat.
I chuckle at her. She acts like we are going to prison, not the final day of high school.
"Chill, Grumpy Gus, it's the last day, remember," I say, swatting at her arm.
"Exactly. Do you realize in two weeks we will literally be kicked out onto the streets," Rosy exclaims, shooting me an intense glare.
"We don't even have jobs because we are required to clean house for the woman making money off of us. I think it's pretty wrong of her to kick us out as soon as her checks for us stop," Rosy snaps while punching the seat in front of us.
"Chill, Rosa. I told you I would sell the necklace. We will have some cash until we get jobs. We could even start applying now. We just tell them we can't start right away," I say for the thousandth time.
I idly rub the only thing left to me in the world. Whoever my parents were....they must have had money because the gems around my neck are no joke. Rosy sends me a sad glance. I just shrug in response. We have discussed these things so often in the past year; there is nothing left to say.
Rosalind has nothing from her parents. But she does know who they were. She was placed with Ms. Grimes at age three after her parents overdosed. I was placed with Ms. Grimes at birth. I had been left at a fire station with a blanket and a necklace.
Rosy doesn't want me parting with the trinket, but I genuinely don't mind. I see the piece of jewelry as our ticket to food and lodging. I hold no emotional attachment to it, other than the fact it is pretty.
"Rosy, please just be positive," I say, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.
She nods and gives me a half-hearted smile. I hate seeing her like this. She is usually the encouraging one, not me.
*******
I hang my bag up on the hook in the entryway, and Rosy follows suit. We glance around before looking at each other. The house is silent, almost eerie, which is highly unusual.
It's 6:37, and everyone should be home. Rosy and I had graduation rehearsal, so everyone else should have definitely beat us here.
"Well, let's grab something to eat. We might as well enjoy the peace," Rosy says, nudging me.
Rosy and I stop in our tracks as soon as we walk through the kitchen doorway. A man is leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile on his scarred face. His appearance screams danger, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
Rosy and I turn to bolt, but our escape route is blocked. Two more smiling grimey men are behind us. We have zero room to escape. They begin to approach us, and we, in turn, backpedal towards the dining table.
The two approaching men laugh as our faces contort in fear. I'm clutching Rosy so hard that I am probably bruising her, but she has the same death grip on me.
"Evening, ladies," The man at the counter says in an upbeat way.
My eyebrows scrunch, and I glare at him. Is he serious? They have broken into someone else's home, and he is speaking like this is a small reunion.
"What do you want," I bark out while eyeing the two that are closer to us.
The man at the counter might be trying to distract us, so these two can get their hands on us.
"Aww. I am hurt, sugar. You didn't even ask us who we are. It's impolite to just jump straight down to business, you know," the man says as he pushes away from the counter.
He moves towards us like he is stalking prey, not approaching two teenage girls. He comes to a stop in between the other two smiling idiots. I slightly position myself in front of Rosy. I have absolutely no self-defense knowledge, but Rosy is almost a full foot shorter than I am. I imagine my giant-like stature should at least be better at defense than hers.
"Our guardian will be here any moment, so you three need to leave. There are no valuables in this house. This is a group home if you can't tell," I say with my head held high and my chest out.
My insides are screaming at me to run, but I know that would be futile. So my only option is intimidation.
"Oh sugar, did Ms. Grimes not tell you that your training is up? We are here to bring you to the auction. And believe me, pretty little slaves like you go for good money. So I would like this to run smoothly. No reason to damage those faces," the man says, clasping the guy on his left shoulder.
Rosy gasps from behind me while the color drains from my face. "She sold us."
"Auction for what," I ask while trying to analyze a way to save the girl behind me.
My best friend. My Rosalind. The only person in this world that I consider family.
"Depends sugar. We have very interesting buyers. Buyers you have only heard about in fantasy," one of the other men says as he tries to peek at Rosy.
I step more in front of her. Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced.
"Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can.
"If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall see where she lands," the man who appears to be the leader says, looking bored with the information.
I was prepared for the sex part from his previous statements, but the blood slave comment has my body running cold.
"Blood slave, what do you mean? Cannibals," I squeak out, looking between the three men.
The two sidekicks openly laugh at me while the leader just shrugs.
"I guess you could call them that," he says, pulling a rope from his pocket.
His relaxed demeanor makes me shake. This is our life he is talking about, and he is acting like it is another day at the office.
"You got your information, now it is time to decide.......fight or cooperate," he says, meeting my eyes with no hint of emotion.
I rattle my brain. Right now, we are pinned down, and the probability of escape is at an all-time low. But if we go peacefully now, we might trick them into a sense of comfortability. Leaving options for future escape.
I squeeze Rosy's hand that is still locked in mine behind me.
"We will go. But please don't separate us. We don't do well apart," I say, trying to sound broken and defeated. He smirks.
"You are a smart girl, sugar," he coos as he passes the rope to his fellow goons.
We stand frozen as they tie our hands together. Fear and panic are apparent factors in Rosy's swimming eyes, and I am sure mine look the same.
The three men tow us out the backdoor. A large nice looking black SUV is parked and ready for our load up. I glance back towards the only home I have ever known.
I can't believe the woman who bottle-fed me, braided my hair, and smiled in my face, sold me—sold me to clean someone's house or warm their bed..........or even to be eaten. She sold us like cattle.
Trust me, Grimes, if I survive this .....I AM COMING FOR YOU.
GUNNAR POV
"Why? Why do I need to go," I growl at my brother, who looks practically giddy.
"Come on, live just a little. We need new maids and playthings," Kraven says, wiggling his eyebrows at me like a child.
I growl.
"I have no interest in weak human playthings. I have more than enough she-wolves fighting over my bed," I say, feeling my claws elongate as my agitation rises.
He rolls his eyes.
"As do I. But she-wolves want commitment. Humans know their place. Plus, other Alphas will be there, along with some important leeches. It could be a great opportunity to get some work. The warriors are getting restless. Times of peace are boring, brother," Kraven says, looking me in the eye.
He is lucky he is my brother. I take several deep breathes to battle my ever-growing rage.
"Fine. Just us. How many slaves have we lost in the past year," I ask
I don't keep track of the human slaves, only the pack members. I make sure my PACK is safe. I couldn't care less about the slaves. In my opinion, we shouldn't have them. They use resources and distract my warriors. But my brother and late father believe maid duties are beneath even the omegas.
"I believe 3. But I would have to double-check that. We don't have to bring any home......we could just make an appearance, brother," Kraven says, gauging my mood and realizing how close to the edge I am.
Every year spent without a mate is drawing me closer and closer to becoming feral. Bloodlust and rage have all but taken over my senses. Those two things alone drive me more than all others. Not even my pack holds that much control over me anymore.
If I don't find my mate soon, bad things can happen. At 28 years old, I am one the oldest single Alpha in the world. I have had the drive to mate since the age of 18 just like every other wolf, but I have yet to find her.
Kraven is only 20, but he, too, feels the pull. Our wild natures push us to search for our other half, and that push grows every year. If a mate is not found before the age of thirty, the wolf goes crazy. They will leave their pack in search of their other half, and if that half is never found.......the wolf is rogue forever.
It will never rejoin a pack. It will never again be anything but a machine of death and carnage. Only a mate can cure a rogue. My only hope is to find her or to choose a chosen.
Next year if my mate has yet to be discovered, I will hold a trial. The strongest of the competing females will win the spot of Luna and cure my wolf before it is too late.
"Let's just get this over with," I growl.
I turn to my computer so I can purchase our tickets. I hate traveling to the U.S, but Kraven is right about one thing. We need to make an appearance. Our primary source of income is mercenary work, and since we haven't been contracted out in six months..........Let's just say I need the outlet.
VANESSA POVI stare out the window, trying to memorize the highways they are taking. I know if we escape, we can't return to Ms. Grimes, but I at least need to know where we are and the route the kidnappers took. I need to know so I can tell the authorities. They need to make sure she never does this again. I take a break from my pointless task to check on a now sleeping Rosy.She fell asleep about an hour ago after bawling her eyes out. I feel so bad for her. I know we are in the same situation, but she seems to be collapsing. She has been so stressed lately due to our living situation. This has definitely sent her over the edge. I sigh, and Mr. leader turns back to look at me.He cocks his head to the side while actually showing an emotion. Curiosity."You are an odd one, Sugar," he says lowly while looking at his sleeping companion and Rosy. The third stooge is driving."How so," I ask sarcastically, not genuinely caring
VANESSA POV HARSHLANGUAGEWe have been pricked, poked, and examined for two days. I can not get over how thorough they have been about my blood. It took them four checks to finally believe what I told them in the first place. But for the most part, the exams haven't bothered me......it's what these people are that bothers me.For one, they sell people. That is a given reason not to like them. But for two, they aren't normal humans. They are something else. They are strong. They are cold. And they are vampires! How do I know.......they didn't check my blood by using a machine; oh no, they checked it by pouring the samples down their nasty throats!But at least they hold to their word. Mr. Leader had informed the exam people of my bargain, and everyone had agreed. They even became excited after my blood type was confirmed. Rosy was literally tied to my wrist after that.About an hour ago, they stripped us of our remaining clothes, so I am
GUNNAR POV"Yes," -Kraven"Fly back home. Do not touch any of the purchases. Let the vamps feed on the prisoners in the cells. That's their new refrigerator. I have to investigate my so-called Mate. And Kraven, brother or not, if word gets out about her being my mate......I will kill you," - Gunnar"Yes, Alpha," - Kraven.*********I slam the door to the town car harder than necessary. My body is going haywire with longing and rage. I hate that I want to see her. I hate that I want to smell her. I wish I could shut down the part of my body that is craving her touch.I bang on the two-story home's door without a care in the world. Humans driving and walking by are gawking at my massive form, but I ignore them. I am ready for answers, and this Ms. Grimes better have them.The door opens to reveal a small child, and I growl in aggravation."Where is Ms. Grimes," I say in a deep, menacing voice that makes th
VANESSA POVI wish I had paid betterattention in school, so I knew more about the country we have been in for two days. What I do know is the place is gorgeous. Gorgeous, but cold.The cabin-like structure they have us crammed in is old. The cold air seems to have no problem creeping in. And the other girls here are not really into sharing blankets.Rosy and I have carved out a little corner as ours, though. It is near the fireplace, so hopefully, we can keep all of our toes. The two girls that we were purchased with got the only open bed. But I don't envy them. That puts them closer to the others.These girls are vicious. Their eyes have no spark, and they never smile. They look broken. Which I don't blame them. They live hard. There is no running water in our cabin or electricity. And they work from dawn to dusk. Yesterday one girl came back with a bloody nose and a ripped dress. The others hadn't even batted an eyelash.
PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU GUNNAR POVI get my battered mate to the pack's doctor quickly. I watch every single move his hands make as he examines her fragile body. When he goes to lift her dress, I growl. "Watch it. She got hit in the face. There is no need for that," I growl in a low voice. He pulls his eyebrows together before moving back to her head. I am breaking every norm we have ever had. The main one being, I brought a human to the doctor. Humans have never received medical attention before.. and the fact that I brought her myself....There is no doubt now; my packs knows. And my pack will not tolerate her. Finally, he straightens his back. He walks over to a small sink, and he washes her blood from his fingers. "Well," I growl hating his slow movements with every fiber of my being. "The human most likely has a concussion—nothing more Alpha. Your new merchandise will survive," he says
VANESSA POVHe completely ignores my question and begins to leave the room. I stay seated on the table, unmoving. I don't want to follow him. I want to find Rosy and make sure she is okay."I need to find Rosy," I say, watching his massive back muscles.He stops in his tracks andlooks back at me with his hungry blue eyes."You need to follow me," he says in his gruff authoritative voice.I feel uneasy when he speaks in that tone. I nod slightly and scoot down from the medical table. My mind is still reeling from the bomb he just dropped on me.I had been wondering what the doctor and him were talking about while they behaved like I wasn't in the room. But I wasn't expecting to be told I was part animal. Part animal like the sleazeballs we had served breakfast to.I hated every single one of those idiots. The females had watched us like we were scum and the males acted like we were the next dis
VANESSA POVI keep my shoulders straight and my chin up as I watch Gunnar. The man, a werewolf that apparently was destined to be mine. What a joke!I would never be with a man like him. Yes, he is beautiful, in a scary rugged kind of way, but his personality is a zero. He is harsh and abrupt. I can tell he doesn't own a single ounce of patience, and I have only spent an hour with him.I'm glad these all-mighty beings find me unfit. And as much as I don't want to be one of them, this is Rosy, and I's only option. I will take this bite, and I will survive. I will train, and I will win our freedom."Let's go," Gunnar says as he turns back to the door.I follow him while letting my mind run. A million things are buzzing in my brain. My usual calculating mind is definitely on overdrive. After about four minutes, I stop, and he instantly stops as well."I need to find Rosy. You said I might not survive," I say, and h
VANESSA POVI absently play with Rosy's hair. After crying and arguing for about twenty minutes, she had cuddled up against me and gone to sleep. We are both exhausted from trying to sleep in the cold cabin, so her tiredness doesn't surprise me. Plus, I am happy she is resting before whatever is about to happenhappens.I peel my eyes off the wall and turn my headtowards Gunnar. He is still positioned the same. Observing us from a chair in the corner. His room is so dark, it is hard to evaluate his expression thoroughly, but he looks intrigued."Alpha, what does your other form look like," I ask politely.Just like with the vampires.....you gain more with honey than vinegar.He shifts in his seat as if he is uncomfortable before his deep voice fills the silent room."Compare us to your movies. We look like the animals you refer to as Lycans. We do not look like wild wolves, as some humans may think. W
HILDA POV I smile as I watch Crow move around my den. His fresh scent is beginning to saturate the air, and I like it. My den has smelled like only me for far too long. "Wow, this is unique," Crow says while running his fingers over my quilt. I nod and give him a sad smile."I made that. I used all of my first mate's shirts. I wanted to keep him close," I explain, and Crow stills. "Are you uncomfortable with me having it," I ask as I watch his reaction closely.My stomach twists with fear. I will not allow Crow to act as if my first mate didn't exist. I care for Crow, but I loved my mate. "No. I was worried you wouldn't want my scent on it," Crow admits while searching my eyes."I don't mind. I actually like the thought of your smell on it. I know we are.....I know this is all new, and I
CROW POV (R rated)She looks stunning today. If I hadn't already decided to compete, seeing her this morning would have been the nail in the coffin. Her blonde hair is down for the first time in two days, and it is beautiful. Natural blonde with soft waves......She is also dressed differently. She isn't in anything overly feminine, but the simple outfit looks sexy on her. She hasn't looked at me once, and that hurts a little. I know what I said last night broke something between us, but I hope by competing, it fixes it. I don't know what kind of relationship we can build between us, but her brother was right.My Cindy would be pissed if I spent my life sulking and missing her. She would want me to try for happiness, and I think I can have that with Hilda. She understands my pain. She is also intelligent, strong, and gorgeous. My brothers forfeit with honor, but no one else steps
HILDA POV Pain courses through me, and I curse the feeling back to hell where it came from. I have no idea why I gave myself hope. I should have known that I am doomed to be mated to a young second-born who has no idea how to lead. A male who can't place his own arrogance to the side to think about what is best for the pack. My fist connects with a tree, and the wood splits. My skin rips, but I ignore the irritating burn. Crow's stupid face is imprinted in my mind, and I can't help but picture it. His dark, almost black hair is thick and wavy. It shines and makes my hands itch to touch it. His dark eyes and thick eyebrows are expressive. They shout out his emotions, and my broken soul loves it. His nose is big and a little crooked, but the flaw makes him real; it makes the rest of him believable. I sigh as the first tear falls from my eye. For the first time in a long tim
CROW POVI hang my head and let the water cascade down my dirty body. I watch the dirt collect and move through the water by my feet-little specks, insignificant but irritating.....like our lives.I want to growl and argue with the new feelings brewing within me, but that would mean I acknowledge them. I don't know why I couldn't stop staring at Hilda today. My thoughts hadn't been anything but neutral and curious, but I never give females attention. Maybe my interest was stemming from our conversation last night. She impressed me.I shut off the water and step out. I hear the bedroom door bang open outside of the restroom, and my instincts kick in. I snatch the towel I had folded and waiting from the counter. I barely get it around my waist before I open the restroom door."Gage? What the hell? What's wrong," I ask as my eyes assess his pacing form.He seems unharmed, but some
HILDA POV Dark, handsome, smart...Crow is an admirable male. His body is in prime condition and looks as if he exercises regularly. A small smile tugs at my mouth as I scrub my scentless soup into my hair. I could see myself with a mate like Crow. A male who has loved. A man who has lost everything but kept going. I step out of my shower and dry off quickly. I don't have much of a morning routine. I'm not like other she-wolves, never have been. I like to get clean, get dressed, and be done. I don't prep and preen my face for male satisfaction. I get my old but clean undergarments on before throwing on some sweats with a matching worn-out tank top. Perfect. My phone chimes, and I open the message before pulling on my socks."Two new arrivals Alpha." I finish getting dressed before responding. "I will
CROW'S POV "I'm not interested," I growl as Ronan makes his speech about how we should compete for Silvertail's Alpha title....again. "Look, I get it, Crow. You had your mate. You met her at 18, and your life was perfect. But that ideal life ended.....I know that it is hard, but we need your help. I'm 25. Gage is 27. We need to find a mate or win a mate. If you compete with us, you can knock out some of the competition for us. You don't have to win her. Help one of us win her," Ronan pleads as Gage stands with his arms crossed. I drop my 110lb dumbbells and grab my blue sweat towel. I think over my brother's words while looking around our tiny flat. Pictures of mom and us decorate the entire space. I close my eyes as I wipe off my neck. I picture my mother and my mate's faces...they would want me to help my brothers. They both would probably tell me it is time for me to move on also
HILDA POVI growl as I rub my temples. Irritation at my circumstances is causing me to have a headache. Not only do I have to deal with twenty spoiled second-born Alphas who feel like they are owed the world, but I have to also deal with my little brother. He won't stop whining, and while the change in his personality is endearing, I can not take it.He is constantly barging into my office demanding that I get my mate competition underway so he can run back home to be with a very pregnant Vanessa. He doesn't understand why I am putting it off. He doesn't understand that when I look at these males, I feel nothing but repulsion.My phone rings, and I pick it up with my eyes closed."Hilda speaking""Well, hello, sister-in-law.""Vanessa, if you are calling me to hound me about the competition as well...I will kick your ass pregnant or not.""Geez.
VANESSA POV"Max, be careful," I call after my two-year-old nephew as my phone rings.I pick up the phone quickly after seeing the caller ID."Hello, Love,""That's my line. How are youfeeling,""I'm fine, Gunnar. She won't be here for another month. How is Hilda,""Pissed. She hates all the males who have signed up to compete so far,""That doesn't sound good,""If she keeps me from coming home for much longer, I am going to challenge for the Alpha position. I will be King of werewolves and Alpha of Silver Tail before I miss the birth of our first pup,""Calm down. Why does she hate them,""Because they are all second-born Alphas. They are only competing so they can be an Alpha. They don't care who they mate. Hilda wants love,""Tell her to open the competition up to everyone. Maybe she will meet someone genuine,""Yeah, but he still has to win,""I don't understand. Why doesn't she jus
VANESSA POV"Okay, I have a deck of cards,three books, monopoly, and Life," I say, spreading out my games so the others can see them."I brought battleship and two books," Rosy says, adding her games to mine.A couple of the other Omegas also pull out decks of cards for everyone to play with.The medium-sized room is packed with slim but tall bodies. There are at least thirty female Omegas and about fifteen male Omegas. And while the room is a little stuffy, everyone seems to be in a good mood. I smile as I turn my attention back to Rosy."Ready to be defeated in battleship," I taunt while wagging my eyebrows at her.Rosy rolls her eyes and scoffs. Jaxon just smiles at our interaction. He kisses Rosy's forehead before sliding through the compacted bodies to reach another male."Bring it, Ness," she says, with a playful growl, and we sit down Indian style in the back of the crowded room."So have you thought of any names,"