Chapter 1 - The Trades

Rejected Omega mate

Chapter 1

_Sarah's pov

 "1000 rubles." My father told a man whom I believe to be my new master.  

"No!" The other fellow snapped, "1000 rubles is too much for a girl." He complained as he tried to walk away from my father.

"How much do you have?" My father inquired.

The man stopped and turned towards him, "500 rubles." He said while a sharp pain notches my heart. They were bargaining on the amount to sell me. My father was selling me out, out to another pack. 

I heard my father disagree again, "I won't take that from you. She will be sold for nothing less than 1000 rubles. She's a strong wolf and very diligent. I can't lose her for 500 rubles." He taunted.

"I see you are not ready to sell to me. Fuck! No one would ever buy a girl for 1000 rubles, she's strong doesn't mean she's worth it. 500 or nothing." The man argued and walked back to his carriage. I could see some other boys and girls like me wincing in the carriage. They were just like me. Yet, mine could be different, I was getting sold out by my father.

"Fine. 500 rubles it is." My dad conceded and I whirled sharply at him.

"You're not going to buy me out, are you?" I asked, trying to hold back the tears forced to come out from my eyes.

I saw my father scoff and looked at me pitifully. He yanked me by my hair and pulled me down from the trunk I have been sitting on. 

"I'm selling you out, idiot. Did someone have to tell you that?" He asked, angrily.

I landed straight to the ground and shrieked as I felt the sharp pain that came from my already fresh wound. I was still trying to balance myself on the ground when I got whacked on my side to stand up which I did profusely.

We got to the other man's carriage and I saw him counting the exact money they decided on. He gave them to my father who patiently counted them, a smile curved on his lips as he did that.

"Take her away, she disgusts me."

"Father!" I called as the man yanked me by the collar of my dress and tried pulling me away.

"Don't call me father!" He yelled and turned to leave.

"Father, No!" I screamed, this time, tears spewing out of my eyes.

"Get on you idiot!" The man said, lashing me with a whip which I yelled at, and pulled me into the carriage.

I struggled, earning more blows from my new master as he pulled me into a cage in the carriage and warned me to sit till before pulling the gate closed and darkness erupted the carriage.

I whimpered in dejection, sadness, and rejection. I don't know how you feel to be sold by your parents but I feel humiliated. My father had agreed with my mother to sell me out.

Even after making life a living hell for me, they still made a woeful decision to sell me out. I was their child for Christ's sake, why would they treat me as trash?

Ever since I knew I came to this life, I have been used to hardship. My parents treated me as a slave. They beat me up almost every day of my life. They starve me in most cases. I wondered if I could ever be cared for by them. I didn't know my crimes but the moon goddess has cursed me.

Today, I turned eighteen and I wished I never did. My parents had thought that I was grown enough to be sold as a slave as soon as I turned eighteen. Why? For what reason? I didn't know. They were my parents.

The growl I heard from other wolves in l the carriage made me coil myself up in one corner and placed my head on my lap as I began to sob. 

I cried not because I was sold but because I wouldn't be able to see my parents any longer. I have been sold to another pack.

I didn't know when I slept off but by the time I woke up, I felt my leg numb from my sitting position. We have traveled a long distance.

The noises that woke me up didn't die out. I could hear the voices of people and I guess we must have been passing through a marketplace. We were in another territory, another pack kingdom. 

I groaned at the thought of being a slave in another pack. I've heard lots of stories about selling slaves to another pack and they were frightening. The slaves are said to serve others, those who bought them and they must act accordingly to their rules. I heard that they get molested, harassed, and even assaulted. Yet, that was the life that awaits me now because I have been sold as a slave.

The noise finally begin to die out but I couldn't sleep any longer. My body aches from all my wounds. My wolf refused to heal me because she was also weak as I am and had no strength to rehabilitate. 

The carriage finally stopped and I heard the rumbling of chains being loose. Seconds later, the cage door was opened with force, and the light that came in blinded my eyes.

"Get out all of you!" I heard my master command and I tried to open my closed eyes but I didn't get to open them when a whack sounded across my face. I winced in pain and tightened my hands on my legs.

"Get out, don't you get it?" My master asked and I knew he was talking to me but I didn't make a move.

With a hurtful insult, I saw myself being dragged out of the carriage and I landed flat on the ground, my face covered with sand. The pain I was feeling was more or less torture than the ones I'd felt at home.

"Now, move!" He commanded again and I could feel figures moving behind me, some were hitting past me because of the way they were being dragged. Unexpectedly, I felt my hands gripped by another and I staggered away. I didn't care about how I was towed, all I cared about was the pain unleashing itself inside me as I was being dragged. 

My eyes were tightly closed and I was so impaired. If not for the hands pulling me, I wouldn't have been able to walk. But pulling was the worst of it, death was coming my way. My wolf moaned in my head and I was a little bit delighted because it had been a long time since she showed around. "We'll be fine." I assured her."

I had no idea if we'll be fine but I just said it to her, maybe we could get more strength to push on. 

I still didn't open my eyes until a loud growl was heard across the entire place and everyone seemed to halt. The wolf holding me also stopped in his tracks but his grip didn't leave me. Shortly, I began to smell some pleasant scents. The mint-flavoring fragrance hit me and my body shivered weirdly. The pleasant smell was strong enough to make me forget all my sufferings. I wondered where the scent was coming from as I felt like clenching more of it. Then it rambled in my head, "My mate!" I thought. Not only did I think of it, but I also confirmed it through my wolf, and she howled at the connection. I felt my knees go numb and I was forced to open my eyes. 

Our sights met and it sent some shivers down my entire body as I stared at him hopelessly. My wolf dangled in my head and she squabbled to take over but we were too weak. "Mate?" I whispered as the other eyes grew deeper. 

He stood still, I guess he was shocked as I am too. Even with the little distance away from us, I could see how tall and vigorous he look. Although his face looked frozen due to the shock, he was charming. Cute. His red sparkling robe hung neatly on his body, his hair well-styled. He looked more or less like a Greek god and I couldn't imagine myself as his mate. I was nothing compared to his beauty, his sparkling eyes, his well-mannered posture, all of it concerning him, I was nothing. 

The growl came in again and I saw myself on the ground this time. The hands that held me dropped, maybe because my mate was staring directly at me, causing him to tremble in fear.

I didn't stand up, yes, because I couldn't feel my legs, they were wobbling. I watched as my mate strode to me, his eyes hazier and his claws fighting to come out.

"Mate?" I heard him groan and shifters around gasping at his utterance, "My mate?" He uttered, more like a question that came out horrible. After all, he wasn't expecting a mate like me.