Chapter 3

"We're giving you off to him." For about a minute Bella felt the world around her stop. Her head went blank, like she couldn't understand a word he said.

"What do you mean?" She asked in a low voice, as she felt her heart clench in betrayal. Her world seemed to come crashing down around her.

"We're giving you off to him." He replied, his face still emotionless. Shrugging his shoulders like he just said the most common word ever.

"You're selling me off?!" Bella nearly screamed, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief. She ignored the pain coming from her broken arm, as it was nothing compared to the pain she feels in her heart.

"Yes." He replied simply, clearly not bothered. He sold her out, he wouldn't be.

Tears clouded her eyes at his reply. How much does he hate her? To the point of selling her off.

She tried to fight the tears, not willing to appear weak before him. But this was way beyond her. They never loved her, now they were selling her off like she's some commodity. "What exactly are you gaining from this?"

"Gaining? You want to know what I'm gaining?" He repeated with eyes wide open in anger. "Well, I'm getting a problem off my neck and still yet, I get some money!" He revealed with a small nod, chuckling humorlessly. "You wanna know how hard it has been for me?! You think it's easy ignoring the stares and gossip from people, seeing I raised a stealer under my roof! I raised an abomination. A taboo!" Tears swelled in her eyes as he said those hurtful words right to her face.

"That's what you fucking are! A taboo! that should have been killed immediately you were fucking discovered! And now I see a chance to get rid of you, to finally have a chance to live without a problem, clutching so tightly to my neck." There were angry veins on his neck as he spoke through gritted teeth. "And you ask what I'm gaining?! I'm finally getting rid of you, of that blood running in your veins. That of your greedy betraying mother. Maybe she knew what you'd be, that's why she left, and abandoned you without looking back. She walked away without any ounce of remorse!"

"Don't ask me what I'm gaining Bella. I'm finally gaining some peace of mind." Sobs rack from her throat uncontrollably at his words. He wasn't feeling bad after all. He was greedy for money, that's why he'd sell her out for any amount. He desired wealth and did not care to sacrifice her to gain it.

They were giving her out for a price. No one cared about her, they all wanted money which they valued more than her. She was just a commodity after all.

"Get ready, you'd be taken this evening." He announced, his voice calm as ever. Bella could sense relief in his voice. Relief he was getting rid of her. He wasn't going to be remorseful.

No, he was happy she'd be taken somewhere faraway and strange today. Far away from him.

"You'd be taken somewhere else where your foolishness would not be tolerated. Where your clumsiness would not be tolerated." It sounded more like mockery to her ears than warning.

"No one would feel pity for you, so I advise you learn to fucking mind your business and do as they say. You should know what you are now." He said with a menacing scowl on his face.

A taboo, abomination. What more will he say?

"No, no, no. You're not just a stealer Bella. You're now a slave. A stealer slave. Get that into your head." He concluded and stared at her for a few seconds as if waiting for all he said to sink deep into her head.

Without saying another word, he stood up from the chair, glanced at her one last time before exiting the room.

Bella couldn't hold it back anymore she let the tears fall down freely. Allowing the sobs to freely escape her lips. Her heart clenched repeatedly in pain.

She felt helpless and alone.

The only one family she had, sold her off without any ounce of consciousness.

It almost felt like an end for her. There was nobody else to help her.

Jane? Her best friend?

She's not even an option now. Jane hardly visits her. Most of the time she's with her mate and usually forgets she has a best friend.

Bella's heart was thumping in fear. It was unfortunate how her happiness turned into sorrow and fear overnight.

She was happy she found her mate. Happy the one person she has waited so long for showed up. The one person she thought would be an openway to freedom, to having a better life. The only hope of being normal again turns out to be bad luck for her.

Only the goddess knows how many nights she has prayed and wished to find her mate, who would end this curse. This stealer curse. But it seems everything hated her, even luck.

Now she felt a real fear enveloping her. Fear of not knowing where her life is headed.

Fear of knowing she's leaving the pack to the most dangerous place ever. She'd be going to Russia, where the bloodbath pack is.

Where she'd wake up everyday knowing she's in between life and death.

*

Walking down the hallway with two huge guards behind her, Bella could feel her heart thumping hard against her chest like it was threatening to break through the rib cage and set free.

As they walked down the stairs of the pack house, Bella wished someone would suddenly show up and save her. She looked around, hoping to see if there was anyone who cares about her. But it was all a look of scorn on their face. Even the maids have no regard for her.

She was respected by no one. She's no doubt the wolf with the lowest rank here. Hell! She was a taboo.

No one would respect her.

She swallowed a heavy lump down her throat as they walked outside the pack house, where they were all waiting for her.

Alpha Hezekiah, her father, her step mother, her step sister was not even here. Not like she cared about her. She was a spoiled brat who would stop at nothing to frustrate her.

And him! Alpha Damien, the devil himself, stood beside a black mercedes Benz car, dressed in black leather pants and boots.

She slowed her pace, not wanting to get to him so quickly. She looked at her father, this might probably be the last time she'd see him.

She stared at him with pleading eyes, hoping he'd disagree with the plan and return the money. But she was wrong, he totally ignored her. He probably can't wait for her to leave.

Her eyes remained on her feet as she stood close to him. Without any words said, his guards came to her, leading her to a black van which clearly signifies 'an end to her freedom.'

She should not be weak. Even if no one was on her side. She should still try and save herself. A little fight can be all it takes to set herself free. As they say, the unpredictable usually happens.

Without a second thought, she turned swiftly, using her right elbow to hit the guard beside her on his jaw. Turning to the other without wasting much time, landing a punch on his face. She turned around quickly to run when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pushing her roughly to the ground.

"No!" She screamed, when two strong hands held her arms, lifting her off the ground. She kicked her foot in the air, trying to free herself when she caught a faint wheeze of wolfsbane.

"No! Let me go! Please!" She screamed, tossing violently as she tried to free herself. She pleaded again as a guard came close to her with a syringe, obviously filled with wolfsbane in his hands. He held her arm tightly, pushing the syringe into it without care.

She ceased fighting as all her body went weak immediately. A wave of dizziness washing over her, her legs going weak. The wolfsbane spreads through her veins.

The world tilting around her, she caught a smirk on her father's face. Finally giving in to the dizziness washing over her, tears slipping from her eyes she slipped into dark oblivion.