4

It had been three days since the unfortunate incident at the pack’s square. Seated on the clammy, frigid floor of the filthy and malodorous cell was Bellatrix. Her throat was parched and her tummy had long given up on grumbling, probably having resigned to the belief that food and water weren’t coming.

The assigned guards on standby never even looked her way and they deliberately ate appetizing food that made her salivate each time. But now, she’d learned to just stare at the walls of the dimly lit cell, way too exhausted to keep staring at the damp cell’s roof.

‘When can I put an end to my misery?’ was the only thing on her mind. She envied her late mum; at least the latter wasn’t suffering like she was now.

She’d barely had any sleep, and whenever she closed her eyes, she only saw her mom screaming in agony, a bitter reminder of what her cruel mate did.

“I’m so sorry, Mum,” she muttered inaudibly, a stray tear that she couldn’t hold back slid down her face and she didn’t even bother to wipe it off. She had no strength to.

“Open the gate!” a deep, masculine voice said.

The owner of the voice soon came into view; he was lofty and had huge scars on his elbow. A deep scowl rested on his face like it was permanent.

“Y-Yes, sir,” the brown-haired, rangy guard on duty rushed towards her cell and unlocked the giant padlock, quickly opening the gate whose bars were coated with silver. The guard wasn’t hurt from contact with the silver since he was wearing gloves.

Bellatrix, on hearing the familiar, yet intimidating voice of the head guard, willed herself to stand, with the aid of the wall. This act required a lot of effort because of how weak she was, but she clenched her teeth in determination, finally achieving her aim.

Subsequently, she stared at the entrance of the cell that had been left open.

“Get out, you ugly thing!” the head guard commanded her with a dirty look.

Slowly, she made her way out of the cell, using the walls as support.

The head guard then took the lead, not even considering her slow steps. His back view soon disappeared from her sight, but she didn’t care. Wherever he was taking her to, he would surely wait for her there.

After 10 torturous minutes of walking at her painfully slow pace, she finally saw the head guard. Behind him was a black cage big enough to fit a human and its gate was already open.

“Get in,” he ordered and she heeded without so much attempting to say a word.

“Some Alpha’s mate you are,” he mocked, “Look at you now. I bet even your rotten, ugly mother must be spitting feathers by now,”

“I bet your ancestors want to sew your mouth shut, dickhead,” she cussed at him. How dare he mention her mother like that?

His amused expression vanished at once and got substituted by a death stare. “You’re very lucky I’m in a good mood today, you lowly slave,”

She hugged herself in the cage and didn’t respond to him. The cage was then carried off by appointed guards after she was forced to finish a bowl of wolfsbane.

***

Bellatrix opened her eyes to rowdy voices. She found her neck, hands and feet were in chains and she was kneeling on the floor of the stage.

Looking to her left, she saw an unfamiliar and rather rotund, short man wearing a creepy smile. He was dressed in pricey clothing and his beard was styled in a humorous way.

“And this one here is called Bellatrix." the man said while pointing to her. "Her appearance may be frail, but she transforms into a seductress after a good clean. This Omega female can be molded to suit your needs, however 'special' they may be. And another good thing, she is mute,” the man described and she almost wanted to glare at him.

Which eyes of his saw that she was mute? Or did he mean she would never talk back to her buyer or something?

"There is no starting price," However, despite what the enthusiastic auctioneer said, the audience wasn’t showing much interest in her.

“Do you think I should bid 10 dollars? She’s all meat and bones and would consume a lot of my funds to get her in shape,” she heard a fat ugly man say to his equally plump friend.

“5 dollars would be enough to save her face at least. She’s not pretty at all,” the friend replied.

'5 dollars! So, that’s what I’m worth, huh?’ Bellatrix thought in self-mockery.

Even at that price, no one was willing to buy her. Compared to those girls who were already sold and seated on their buyer's lap, she wasn’t worth looking at indeed.

The auctioneer was adamant about not giving up, declaring, "This Omega is a virgin!"

Upon hearing this, a tan-skinned man of average height raised his plaque, “I bid $100,”

“$280,”

“$500. I’m taking her,” that obese man said, daring those around him to lift their plaques.

“$700,” His friend unexpectedly raised his own plaque.

“Hey, are you nuts? She’s mine!”

“The highest bidder gets her,” the friend replied, his eyes twinkling like crescent moons.

“$1000,” The fat man angrily said, daring his friend to bid any higher.

“It’s my loss,” the friend calmly dropped his plaque, a mocking smile on his lips.

“You son of a gun! You deliberately raised the price, didn’t you?”

“Do you have proof?” the man's plump friend lifted a brow in mockery.

“Do we have a higher bidder?” the auctioneer interrupted their conversation, doing his best to maintain the polite smile on his face while being over the moon inside.

No other person raised their plaque. They weren’t willing to spend that much money on this female slave before them.

“One thousand going once… One thousand going twice… One thousand going thrice! SOL…”

“5 million!” a masculine voice was suddenly heard, loud and clear.

At that, the whole place became silent.

Those present could only watch as a muscle-bound man wearing a black t-shirt and pants strode into the place, exuding an aura that threatened to suffocate those present.

"Al... Alpha Killian…" the Auctioneer began to sweat. This underground auction, which attracted humans and a small number of werewolves, seldom saw the presence of an Alpha King.

Why did an Alpha show up today? No one could contend with such an entity whenever he sets an eye on any goods they had.

The audience- both human and werewolves- knelt and bowed their head in respect, "Greetings, Alpha Killian,"

The latter harrumphed and conceitedly made his way over to the platform, or more specifically, Bellatrix.

"What's your name?" the man who was dashingly handsome in spite of wearing a stony look asked her.

"Bellatrix," she responded in a faint voice.

"Good. You can feel it right?"

She nodded in response. She could sense it now that he was in proximity. He was also her mate. The realization that she was mated to two Alphas was a surprise to her.

'How is this possible?' she thought in befuddlement.

"Follow me," he ordered, turning to depart.

At that the auctioneer became anxious, calling on the staff to take off the chains around her neck and limbs.

"Please, put good word for me, little beauty. Okay?" the man said with a nervous laugh.

But she ignored him, willing herself not to collapse as she made her out of the Auction room.

On coming out of the dreadful structure, she didn't see her second mate. Instead she came across two unfamiliar and mean-looking men.

"Come with us, Breeder Bellatrix," the one with black hair instructed.

"Y-yes, sir," she nodded, having no thought of asking questions.

***

Diamond Claws Pack...

An auburn-haired maid hurriedly walked into her mistress' room.

"Luna," she greeted, bowing her head in respect.

"What is it? Why are you in this disheveled state? It's quite unfitting for a personal maid of mine,"  Said the silver-haired lady seated on a wooden chair with a book in her right hand.

"Forgive me, Luna."

"It's fine.” The woman gave a dismissive wave, “What happened though?"

"The Alpha is back. " the maid disclosed.

"Really?" the Luna immediately put down the book and stood from her seat, a radiance in her eyes.

"Yes, My Luna. But... I-I saw that he came back with a woman,"

"What?" the joyful look on the Luna's face had vanished without a trace, replaced immediately by a scowl. "A woman?"

"She isn't much to write home about. She must have been a slave. I heard the guards who accompanied her to her new chamber call her 'Royal Breeder'," 

"Damn it. Why couldn't Killian wait for even one more month?" Luna Katelyn gritted her teeth, beside herself with rage. "And of all the females in the world, he decided to bring back an ugly duckling to mock me?"

The Luna angrily turned the table upside down and began breaking things.

"Please, calm you anger, My Luna," the maid said softly, but the Luna flung a vase in the unanticipating maid's direction.

"Don't tell me what to do, you numbskull!" she growled.

The maid couldn't dodge in time and got hit by the object. Still, she knelt and pressed her palms together.

"Forgive me, Luna. I misspoke," she implored.

Sucking in her breath in an attempt to be calm, the Luna's chest heaved. "Get out of my sight, Tina. And tell the Alpha I won't come if he dares summon me,"