I HAD TO

ADRIAN'S POV

I shouldn't be here. I had no business in this place, surrounded by a crowd of wealthy and powerful individuals indulging in their dark desires. It wasn't that I felt pity for the slaves or grew irritated that such activities still occurred in this modern day. No, it was something deeper, an unexplainable pull that compelled me to be here, as if something or someone beckoned to me, needing me to save them. But I knew no one here. I had never had any dealings with slaves or used prostitutes to satisfy my male urges. The girls in my pack, the Wild pack, were enough to satiate my desires. I had also dated other shifters, as they all confessed to my charm and obvious sex appeal. The only creatures I had never crossed paths with were humans. Humans were not to be trusted. They were dangerous and evil, and the werewolf world despised them.

"There is nothing for us here, and it's getting late. We should leave now," my beta, Davis, insisted, he was getting impatient with me. I knew he was right, but the inexplicable force that pulled me here wouldn't let me go so easily.

"There's something... something I can't explain," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "I need to find out."

Davis sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Alright, but be careful. We don't know what we're dealing with here."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding, and we began to make our way towards the exit. But just as I was about to cross the threshold of the hall, a scent hit me like a tidal wave. It was a rare and enchanting fragrance, sweet and alluring. My wolf stirred within me as if entranced by the scent, and I couldn't resist its pull.

"What is it?" Davis asked, noticing the change in my demeanor.

"I... I don't know," I stammered, my eyes scanning the crowd, desperately trying to locate the source of the captivating scent. I glanced at the elite ladies, convinced it must be one of them, but it wasn't. Reluctantly, I turned my gaze towards the podium, dreading the possibility that it emanated from one of the slaves as I couldn't resist the urge any longer. 

My eyes locked with hers, and time seemed to stand still. My wolf went wild within me, its presence overwhelming, and my heart quickened its pace. It was an indescribable feeling, as if destiny had intervened, intertwining our fates. This couldn't be happening. I urged my wolf to stand still, to remain calm, but it took all my willpower to reign in the wild beast within me. In anger, I scowled at the ginger-haired lady from whom the scent emanated. She cowered back in fear, her eyes desperately avoiding mine.

"We have to leave now, hurry up!" I exclaimed urgently, practically sprinting out of the hall. Once outside, I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Davis, my beta, caught up with me, concern etched on his face.

"What was all that about? You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, panting slightly.

I've seen more than a ghost. The goddess must be mad; there's no other explanation for what I just witnessed. I muttered to myself, shaking my head in shock and disbelief.

I almost ran out of the hall and quickly made my way to the car. 

"We can't leave her behind. She's ours. They will destroy her," my wolf Eddy cried out, his voice echoing in my mind. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought.

"No, I won't listen to you. There's no way I'll be mated to someone like her. My pack would be mocked, and I might lose the respect I've earned from the neighboring packs. I silently resolved.

But my wolf had other plans. In a sudden surge of power, he overtook me, seizing control of my senses. I had no choice but to succumb to his will. He charged back into the hall, his instincts drawing him towards the ginger-headed slave, and he forcefully dragged her along with him.

"Let me go!" she squirmed, panic evident in her voice. But my wolf, just as unyielding as ever, paid no heed to her pleas. The other men in the room realized our intentions and charged at us. I fought them off, my strength fueled by anger and protectiveness. Davis, realizing he had no other choice, joined the fray, standing by my side as we defended ourselves and the slave we had taken with us.

Blows were exchanged, and the room erupted into chaos. The sounds of grunts and punches filled the air as we fought. The men underestimated us, underestimating the power of an Alpha and his beta. But we were not about to let them prevail.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we managed to overpower our adversaries. They lay defeated on the floor, bruised and bloodied. 

"You can't take her away, " I heard someone say. "If you want her, you must pay for her." 

My jaw tightened, my eyes narrowing in anger as I locked onto the man. How dare he think he had the authority to dictate my actions?

"And who are you to tell me what I can do and can't do?" I retorted. The audacity of this man to claim ownership over what was supposedly mine.

"She is my niece, and you can't just barge in here as if you own the world."

Before I could act, my beta, Davis, stepped forward, a wand of money clutched tightly in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the money onto the floor near the man's feet with a resounding thud, the sound echoing through the room.

"We'll pay for her, "

The man's eyes widened, a mix of greed and surprise flashing across his face. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting between the money and the slave. It was clear he valued wealth above all else, even the well-being of his own family.

"You could have paid less, she is worthless," the uncle sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

The man's laughter rang in my ears, a cruel sound that grated on my nerves. His words cut deep, attacking her, reducing her to nothing more than a mere object. The anger within me surged, threatening to unleash a storm of fury.

I seethed with frustration as I sped off towards the pack, grateful for the silence from Davis. I knew, however, that once we reached the pack, I would be subjected to an earful. 

The only disturbance in the car was the occasional sniffling and soft sobs coming from the slave. I made a mental note to find out her name later.

"Will you keep quiet? Enough with the crying," I snapped at her.

There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a stifled silence. 

Good, I thought to myself, finally some peace.

As I pulled up to the pack house, I slammed on the brakes, causing the tires to screech and the acrid scent of burnt rubber to fill the air. The car came to a jarring halt, and I could feel the tension building in my muscles. 

What have I brought to myself I thought.