Chapter 3

Xenra

I rubbed my feet against each other, struggling to get the stupid chains off but it seemed I was only entertaining the crowd. 

I tried reaching for it but it only wore me out. Sweating in between ragged breaths, I gave up trying. My body was weak and begging for relief. 

So I hung there, helplessly as my captors approached me with grinning faces. The greed in their eyes warned me that I had a lot coming my way if they successfully captured me. 

“Quite lively for an omega, aren't you?” One of the slavers snorted, reaching for my face. 

My expression went stoic as my eyes darkened ruthlessly. I tilted my head, sinking my teeth into his hands before fisting him in the balls and shoving him. 

He hit the ground, groaning in pain as the others burst into laughter. 

"Quite a feisty one I must admit. She has a fire and quite a temper. This might just be our best one yet,” another chuckled, stepping from behind. 

I tried to spin around. Give him a piece of my mind but something pierced into my neck. The effect of whatever drug he injected into my system was rapid. 

I could feel it zapping off the little strength I had left. My feet were suddenly unclawed and I hit the ground. Would have appreciated it if they let me a little closer to the ground.

My body was lifted by a couple of men and I was laid on the floor. My vision blurred out, blocking me from getting a proper look at what they were doing. 

“Give her the exclusive space stamp. This baby right here is going to fetch us a lot of money. I can feel it.”

The minute I felt something press against the back of my palm, a new feeling replaced the weakness. 

Anger.

All the events of the night hit me at once intensifying the fury coursing through my veins. 

This night has been nothing but an embarrassment. I, Xenra, the once dreaded vampire Queen was reduced to a wolfless omega and lowly blood slave in one night! 

Now these weak ordinary men spoke about using me for money? There was only much humiliation I could take.

I've had enough!

The haziness cleared in an instant and I grabbed the wrist of the slaver stamping me. Gripping it tightly within my fists, I forcefully snapped it.

A loud cry escaped his lips, and I seized the stamp from him, burying it deep in his left eye. A whip lashed on my back and I let go, slumping weakly. 

“Kill that thing! She's a monster!”

“I'm sorry, man. I didn't expect she would still have the strength to attack after I injected her. You know how these things work! We can't just let her waste.”

He took a closer look at the damage I had done to the slaver. The man was still cursing and groaning with blood streaming from his eyes.

He grabbed the whip angrily and hit me again and again until I could barely breathe.

Once again, my vision began to blur. 

 In the midst of this chaos, it seemed that someone, or a group of people, was rapidly approaching. 

At first, I feared it was possibly the wolves chasing me from earlier. I didn't know which was better. Getting captured by slavers or Alpha Kent's men.

The slavers gathered together, nervously glancing at each other as they contemplated the next step to take.

If I weren't so pissed at them, I would advise them to run but right now, I just wanted this weakness to go away. I wanted my body back!

A mysterious figure stepped under the moonlight. I could barely make out much because of the dizziness, but the long, curled dark hair falling over the sides of his face and the godly masculinity suggested he was handsome.

However, he wasn't alone. A pack of wolves joined him but they looked nothing like regular wolves. They were unusually large with piercing golden eyes and thick dark fur. From their stance and the power they commanded, one could tell they were elites. 

Special werewolf combat team that could take down even the strongest of creatures. I recognized them because they were a threat to even us, vampires. 

"Why did you come to my territory?" The rich, deep voice felt like a coat of silk in the harsh, airy night. His calmness was almost as threatening as the ruthless-looking wolves beside him.

But that wasn't the problem. 

Even in a thick blanket of dizziness, I recognized that voice. A voice that once drove me to heights of ecstasy.

One that belonged to none other than a former werewolf lover.

Alpha Asher.

This night couldn't get any worse.