Chapter 4

Xenra

It seemed like the effect of the drug was fading so I was awfully aware of everything going on around me. In detail this time. 

Asher's once shimmering grey eyes were ice cold now, sweeping through each slaver with an intensity that made them shiver. 

It seemed most of them recognized him. This ruthless werewolf leader made even the mighty crumble before him. Whether it was the powerful aura he exuded or the strength built in those muscles, whichever it was it compelled a submission that required more than willpower to resist.

Considering how many times he had me begging, squirming in his bed.

I couldn't help but wonder if he still hated me now. Our relationship didn't exactly end on good terms. Did he still think of me?

The slavers began to slowly retreat in panic. They knew what this man was capable of and how many packs he reduced to dust. 

“We don't mean trouble, Alpha. We are only chasing a runaway slave,” as if to back their claim, they raised my hand to reveal that slave mark.

Even with evidence, it didn't aid the trembling in his voice. 

“Is that so?” Asher raised a brow. 

The man looked like he was about to faint when Asher took long strides towards them.

He stopped in front of them, his eyes flickering to my tattered, wounded, miserable self.

If I were in perfect shape, I would be weak at him, but now, even with the dizziness gone, I could barely keep my eyes open.

“Is she dead?” His once calm voice dropped to a hundred degrees of coldness. 

The greedy glint in the slaver's eyes surfaced again. I assume his croaked mind already presented Asher as a potential buyer but I didn't expect him to start advertising me straight away.

“Dead? Of course not, Alpha. She won't die. This one here is feisty and strong-willed. It will take more than a few whip lashes to kill her,” he said, respectfully.

“Besides, she is young and very flexible. Take a good look at her body size. Chubby, with lots of delicious blood. The perfect blood slave.”

I didn't know if to feel flattered or insulted. 

“Humph!” Asher sneered, giving me a once over. Unlike those fools, the sarcasm was clear as day to me when he said, “I'll buy her then.”

The slavers were overjoyed, jubilating amongst themselves like they just hit a jackpot. 

“I told you she was good for business! In less than hours, a big shot has taken interest in her. If things keep going this way, we will be one of the richest slavers,” the man whispered to his colleagues like we couldn't hear him. 

“Of course, Alpha. I assure you she is a good one. You will enjoy her,” he said cheekily.

Disdain built up in my chest as I threw a glare at him.

Asher fished his pockets for a chequebook. I raised a suspicious brow. Do they just carry chequebooks around, or am I just too primitive?

He scribbled on it and tore it out, tossing it to the slaver. The man quickly caught the check before it hit the ground. A giddy expression came over his face when he saw the figures. 

“Get over here!” Asher ordered me. I was tempted to point out that I could barely move but I held back, pushing myself with my last strength off the ground.

I winced as a massive migraine hit me. What the hell did these men inject into me?

It was embarrassing enough that he had to see me like this. Distressed and battered. I staggered over to him, praying to any God that was listening that this was my last trial. 

When his eyes lingered on me longer than usual, I unconsciously touched my face to make sure I was still the chubby-cheeked girl I saw in the mirror. The familiar warmth brought relief to me. He couldn't possibly recognize me. 

Yet, I couldn't tell anything from those icy grey eyes. Perhaps, if I touched him, even just briefly…

Blinking the thoughts away, I stepped behind him. I couldn't afford to anger my saviour when he was on the verge of rescuing me.

I watched the slavers rejoice and pack up to leave. Their movements paused when they noticed they were surrounded by Asher's men.

Sweet!

This is the part where I get to sniff the scent of their blood and decide how delicious it would be.

At least now, this joke was becoming more tolerable. These bastards needed to pay for the humiliation they subjected me to. 

"What is going on? Alpha Asher, what is this?” The slave trader asked in a panic. A smirk played on my lips. 

Even in the face of danger, he is still slow.

His men scooted closer to him as the wolves enclosed them. 

“I knew this was a bad idea! I told you to kill that beast!” The stamper cried and I flashed him a grin.

“Calm down, this has to be a misunderstanding,” the slaver tried to calm the panicking men. He tried talking to Asher again.

“Alpha, we had given you the girl just as you demanded. We assure you there is nothing wrong with her. We would never deliver faulty goods to our clients,” he pleaded. 

When Asher didn't respond, he tried again, “You can have a taste to confirm our story. We will even give you our permanent address so you can return her and collect your money if she is not to your taste.” 

I frowned at them. The audacity of them to assume that this was about me being sub-standard. 

Do they know the long line of men begging to have a taste of this heaven? Most importantly, did they know their dreaded Alpha was one of them?

So how dare he stand there and assume me to be of low quality?

Asher ignored them and signalled to his pack, “Only one must live!”