6. Rare find

Zared POV

/Jared!/ I mindlink my beta, looking at the invite in my hand. ‘Exclusive auction of rare slaves at Manfred’s auction house. First Saturday after the full moon.’ 

I've already lost two concubines. I huff, I really need to do something about that. But it would only leave the twins and my appetites. require more than that. Maybe the auction will have some pretty virgins for me to acquire so I can up the numbers a bit. /Jared, we’re leaving for Manfred’s tomorrow./ 

Jared, my brother from another mother. Literally. My father would fuck any pussy going. I’m his only legitimate child. Hell maybe he even fucked his way through other packs, I don’t know. I’ve never known if my mother had fertility problems or if she just withheld sex from my father as a punishment for being a cheating bastard. 

“You never get tired of bitching about your parents do you?” My wolf Gunther interrupts my train of thought, sounding bored. “You're such a bitch - you shoulda been born a girl”

“Shut up Gunther. I have feelings and an opinion on the way my parents treated each other. It was toxic and you know it” 

“Meow meow, you sound like a cat” Gunther yawned. “Your mother was stubborn and didn’t recognise the superiority of your father who was a true dominant alpha male”

“Well you’re as stubborn, if not more stubborn than she was! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were an ass, not a wolf” Gunther’s eyes flash and he turns his back on me in disrespect, wrapping his tail around his nose as he curls up facing away from me. 

/Janus?/ I mind link my gamma, he of course immediately replies, /Jared and I are leaving for Manfreds tomorrow, I trust you to run the pack for the four days we’re gone./ 

The trip to Manfreds was uneventful. Now I'm sat in the auction hall with all the other Alphas. Manfred's a bastard. I should have known I wouldn't be the first to get an invite. The eunuchs are first, but I have no need for them. 

Virgins next and I roll my eyes. These are the most appealing Manfred has? Now for Manfred's special: a double virgin. I'll see if she appeals to me.

But I’m kind of disappointed in the whole auction, I’d hoped for a werewolf hybrid with some magic, like fae, witch or dragon. The door opens again and the last girl is brought in. Manfred starts droning; bigging up her traits. I hear him say she’s a double virgin, as expected and pure werewolf. She doesn’t seem well bred but as she walks closer to the platform I can feel something. Gunther’s tail unwraps from his body and his ears prick up. His eyes flash in confirmation. A ward; almost hidden - imperceptible to most. Except me; my fae side is stronger than whoever, or whatever, set this ward. 

I inhale deeply. Will I finally find my mate at 32 years old? All I smell is fear. It envelops her like a shroud. Gunther snorts at my analogy; part disappointed at no mate; part relieved it’s not this rag-tag.

The mighty Alpha Zared cannot find his mate on a slave sale stand! But, mate or not, I have to buy her. It’s almost a compulsion as my mother’s words return to me in a whisper “To become the most powerful alpha of your time you must mate the one with magic blood.” 

Randomly, Gunther pipes up “Your father was a fool.”

“You always say he was a strong, true alpha.”

“Two things can be true at once.” Gunther rolls his eyes at me. “He didn’t notice the fae or the vampire blood running in her veins. Idiot.” his tail swishes again. 

“Now focus. Acquire her before one of these other mutts stick their claws in”

I stride up to the podium and mount the steps with purpose. The girl is held in place by two tired-looking, elderly women. In the hope that the ward can’t suppress the mate-bond sparks, I take hold of her chin between my thumb and forefinger. No such luck. I suppress the sigh. 

I tilt her face up, toward me, and look into her dull grey eyes. Golden shards - almost invisible - but most assuredly there. A dragon blood. 

I let go of her chin quickly in shock. Then try to play it off, nonchalantly wiping my fingers on my trousers. Then I grin to myself. Manfred told the truth. He just didn’t know how true it was.

“Get some curves on her and she’ll look good on our arm.” Gunther helpfully provides some mental images. Good thing too because at the moment, her looks are enough to keep me permanently flaccid. 

“Give her a chance” he nudges me “She’ll be a force to be reckoned with.” 

Now I’m curious: has she managed to remain mostly untouched because she’s protected by the ward or because she’s hideous? Her mouth has - apparently - been put to good use. The few teeth she has left are loose from malnutrition. She is scarred on every visible area of skin and her hands and knees are calloused from repeated hard labour. A low ranked, beaten, disposable slave. I scoff. 

She carries dragon blood and now I’m determined to make her mine. I bid against that idiot Rufus; hardly worthy of the alpha title. But then, the cost is high - too high for what she brings to the table. Does Rufus know something? No, he can’t. He’s moronic. But either he’s not sure, or my pockets are simply deeper. She’s mine. 

“She’s ours.” Gunther corrects. “To have in any way we see fit” he growls possessively and I smile. So she is. 

Jared tests me but putting a leash on her. The man's got a mean streak a mile wide; sometimes he even worries me. The girl barely breathes on the uneventful carriage ride to the inn. Every so often a silent tear makes its way down a familiar track on her cheek. She doesn’t make a move to wipe them and I wonder if she even notices she’s crying. Something makes me want to know why she’s crying. But I hold back: best not to make anything too apparent. Especially when I’m not sure what this ‘anything’ is. 

Upon arrival, I have Jared take care of her. He’ll guard her like the good dog he is - he knows me well enough to know what will happen if he touches her. 

Just like everyone else, Jared thinks I’m an all out purebred alpha wolf. He knows I’m possessive, that’s for sure. I’ll hide her with my other personal concubines. No one must realise she’s special. At least not until I’ve worked out how special she is. 

Emerald and Amethyst can train her. They’ll teach her what I’ll expect of her. Plus, she needs a name, I muse to myself. I name all my special girls after precious gems or metals. Maybe ‘Aurum’ for the gold specks I saw in her eyes? I still have a night and a day to think about it. Aurum sounds good though. Like it would roll off the tongue. I wonder what she’ll look like all dolled up for me? When she’s put on some weight and her hair and teeth have grown back. Maybe her hair will take on a shine? No longer lank; dull and thin, maybe it will start to curl at the ends? Will that boring brown prove to be something exciting? Maybe a chestnut, or more auburn? I smile as I think about all the ways I can parade her when she’s healthy and has gained her wolf. She will exude power just like I do. We would make quite the couple.  

Jared comes down and joins me for dinner, pulling me from my thoughts about Aurum. I should ask her what her given name is. Maybe she’s got a nice name already like Pearl, Jade, Amber or Alexandrit. 

“What makes this wreck of a girl 75 gold coins special?” Jared starts the conversation. 

“I can’t put my finger on it. She’s got a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. I feel something for her.” It’s not a complete lie “I’m 32, I need to settle down and ensure the continuation of my bloodline. The pack needs a heir”

“Only an heir and not a Luna?”

“I don’t think someone of her build and heritage is Luna material”

“But what makes her a good breeding vessel then?”

“I think her gene pool is so inferior that my genes will suppress her input. It will basically be a mini me”

Jared looks at me with a raised eyebrow. He’s not buying it completely. Luckily for me two women of the night come over to distract us and offer us company and their willing bodies for the night. When we’re finished eating Jared takes his whore upstairs for a good fuck. Even though I’ll be back home tomorrow where I’ll have my private women at my disposal I decide to indulge myself in the whore whose company I’ve enjoyed this evening and who has me horny as hell. Besides, ravaging a whore will satisfy Gunther as well. After a hard fuck he’s usually quiet and I get a better nights sleep. 

“Leave me out of your perverted ways” 

“You cheer me on and encourage me to humiliate them” I remind him. 

Gunther falls back again knowing that it’s true. 

I take her upstairs and she purrs in my ear “What do you want of me Alpha Zared?” 

I’ve had enough of her voice so I tell her: “I want you quiet and submissive, I feel dominant and slightly perverted tonight” her eyes go wide but there’s no escape now. I grab her hair and force her to her knees. My trousers fall to the floor and I stuff her mouth with my enormous cock, rejoicing in her choking sounds. Tears run down her face and she’s slobbering like a dog who sees food but can’t reach it. I feel powerful and relish in the sounds and sight of what my cock does to her.

When she starts turning blue in the face I withdraw from her mouth, pull up her skirts and slam into her pussy. She screams and I grab a handkerchief to use as a gag. I smell blood because I didn't allow her time to adjust. 

The vampire side of me gets overly excited and I withdraw and go down on her. My fangs appear, I nip her pussy lips and her clit in such a way I draw blood. I lap up the blood flowing from her pussy. Her muffled terrified screams egg me on. When I’ve had enough of her blood I thrust my cock in her pussy again and pound into her until I orgasm. I withdraw from her bloody wet pussy and admire my savagery. 

The sight before me is absolutely thrilling: her eyes are filled with fear and pain, her pussy oozes blood, cum and wetness. Combined with the smell of her bodily juices and my own I feel myself getting hard again. I lift her legs and tell her to grab her thighs so her ass is visible and accessible. I grab a bottle of lube and lube her ass up. I enter with my fingers and loosen her up. When I feel she's ready I slide my cock in and slowly fuck her relishing in the tightness of her ass. I build up speed and ultimately end up pounding into her, my balls slapping her ass. I come again and feel tired, an almost overwhelming urge to sleep. 

But first I use my fae magic to heal her and make her think it was just a good straightforward fuck before I send her downstairs with a silver coin. I crash into bed and fall into a deep sleep.