The Auction

Sophia's POV

This place was bloody worse than hell. The stairway was dark, and even with my wolf vision, I could barely make out the outline of the man that pulled me harshly by the handcuffs bound on my wrists. They were tight, tighter than the last time. Alpha Jordan claimed it was for me to never make a run for it again. That, and a hard slap that nearly knocked out my teeth.

"Walk faster, you bag of bones!" The guard yelled at me, yanking the chains forward and causing me to miss a step. He hissed in annoyance as I straightened up, before pulling me one last time in the direction of the door I knew stood somewhere in front of us. Sharply he pulled the said door open to the familiar room that reeked of a disgusting mix of sweat, cigarettes and sex.

I blinked rapidly, struggling to adapt to the sudden light intensity that travelled through the large room. Fluttering them open at the loud music that grew even louder, the room clearly came to view. It was what must have been a once rundown, now renovated ballroom that served as the hub to a bunch of delinquent rich folks, the whole sex hungry lot of them. 

Bastards from all packs; alphas, betas downright to ordinary pack members who could afford the outrageously high stakes placed on our heads. And to think that they had wives at their beck and call, it was just disgusting.

There was a man who talked with an awfully sugary voice in the makeshift auction room, he would say something they thought was funny and they would cheer, a few whistling at the half naked girls who were made to stand on a platform in a row behind him. 

"So what do we say about this plump damsel?! A thousand dollars, anybody?!" He asked into the microphone at the upbeat crowd scattered across two floors in the large room. I whipped my head up to see a blonde girl about my age quivering in fear. My jaw clenched. Who wouldn't be? 

We were about to become slaves for the most evil set of men to exist. The guard who pulled me down the stairs shoved me harshly and I let out a small whimper. He was urging me to climb the platform along with over twenty other girls.

Amidst the noise, I took my place on the platform, growing incredibly self aware at the fact that those perverts could likely see the whole outline of my body through tge thin milky white dress I was made to wear. Before I could think any further, they'd put a price tag around my neck. Two thousand dollars. 

I felt my stomach rumble when the men had begun to ignore protocol as the blonde girl was led down the podium and into the crowd. There was butt slapping, jeering, whistling and even groping, all in the name of testing out the waters to see how good she was. 

Disgust flowed through my veins. How much more humiliation was enough for them? It wasn't the first time we were displayed like priced dolls with no free will, yet it still angered me.

The whistling continued, even the men who stood beside the red drapes joined in the fun they were having until Alpha Jordan called for a halt.

"We have a sale for five thousand dollars!" He yelled giddily, and I watched in horror the blonde girl being pulled by her breasts towards an old man who looked no younger than sixty. Her eyes were pleading but her body said nothing, the rest of the girls had similar looks in their eyes.

The auction carried on as usual, with each girl being pulled into the crowd before she would be sold to the highest bidder. I was fiddling with my fingers as time passed, paying attention to the tiniest details in the room before Alpha Jordan's voice drew me back to reality. 

"Now, fifteen girls have been taken, I hope you're having a great time!" He spoke into his wireless microphone, resulting in loud cheers. "Without further ado, and to save us time, this round would be a little different!

"All the girls would be marching out now, so you can select the one of your choice! But remember, if she's picked by more than one of you, she goes to the highest bidder!" He continued before the man who had brought me here led us down and into the dreadful crowd. 

I shifted uncomfortably as I walked. The men were pulling, groping and outrightly disrespectful towards our bodies, but who cared when it fetched them money? We continued until I was forced to halt in my tracks. 

I looked up to meet the eyes of a scrawny looking man with auburn hair tousled in partial drunkenness. He reeked, but of blood. Who was this man? I definitely didn't want to be sold to him.

I was pulled again and the process carried on until I was the only one left.

"Eight hundred dollars!" A strained voice shouted from the crowd and I looked up. They meant me…me?

Alpha Jordan sent a sharp glare into the crowd, frowning in disbelief. "Any other bidders?" He asked, but the jolly crowd had fallen silent.

"Just give her to me, Jordan," somebody half mumbled from the crowd, stepping out till he reached the podium. At this point, most of the crowd had begun to dissipate as there were no more girls to sell. 

It was the scrawny man from before. As soon as he reached the podium, he eyed me and licked his lips. I felt my skin crawl and I dreaded being handed over to this man. 

To my surprise, Alpha Jordan shoved the man away, sending him falling hard to the floor. "None of my girls will be given to the likes of you, you cheap ass bastard! Get the fuck out!"

I shivered at the sound of his voice, watching as the scrawny man stumbled out of the room. Silence fell in the room and I could see Alpha Jordan face me once again. "And you…" he muttered, his voice low.

He pulled my jaw so close that I could smell his breath. "You've got to be profitable for me, do you hear that?! This is all your fault. If you were a little curvy someone would have wanted you!" A backhand slap accompanied his words and I groaned as I landed painfully on the floor. 

I ignored the stinging at the back of my eyes. Well, sorry I wasn't born with curves, I wanted to scream. But that would be an extremely stupid move. So instead I apologized.

He growled lowly. "You'll accompany me to a party tonight. If you don't fetch me my money, you'll be gone like the wind. That's right, for free like a worthless animal."

And with that, he walked away. His words stung. I didn't ask to be bought or sold! I could feel the tears I'd held back for so long beginning to stream down my eyes although my hair had fallen all over my face, and two strong arms dragging me away in an unfamiliar direction.

Darien's POV

"Who's daddy's good girl?" I groaned, pulling the woman beneath me by the hair. Her hands were in my hair and she was squirming around like I wanted her to. She had her legs wrapped around my torso tightly, forcing me to go a little deeper than I wanted.

"Answer me." I clenched my teeth, thrusting as fast I could, dwelling in the pleasured moans she let out even as she kept screaming "Me! Me!" Smiling again at her eyes flipped shut and gripping the bed frame, I thrusted one more time before collapsing on her body, coming undone.

I didn't like it, to be honest. I pulled myself up, reaching out for my pants before pulling out a wad of cash. Throwing it at her limp body, I turned to get dressed.

"Won't you stay just a bit with me?" She cooed, it was irritating. I smiled however, shaking my head while putting on my black suit. "No."

I walked out of the hotel half annoyed. Human females were the absolute worst, they got tired in less than thirty minutes. Though they were easier targets, there were simply whores who weren't worth my money. Perhaps Jordan's house party would fare better, I could really use the break.

Entering my car, I drove to his new address. The drive was short and somewhat cold, the weather had deteriorated quickly. It was at one of the hottest real estate spots in town, damn, Jordan liked big fishes. I found myself chuckling as I alighted the car in front of his gate. There was soft music playing as soon as I stepped inside, and it didn't take long for Jordan himself to appear in front of me with a glass of white wine.

"Darien! Hasn't it been ages?!" He chuckled loudly over the music, pulling me into the house.

"It's been barely a month, knucklehead. Get over yourself."

"You've been smashing the ladies, ey? Who's the new pimp?"

"None, just one miserly human—"

"Who cannot last thirty minutes in bed!" We chorused, bursting out in a laugh. It was funny how we thought alike. We entered his luscious living room, where a bunch of other people were playing pool.

"Hey, wanna play, Darien? If you win, I have something cool for you." He teased, pulling out a pool stick. He knew I loved to play 

"Bring it on, fucker." I laughed, drawing out my own pool stick. We played a few rounds, and while we were tied for a while, I won.

"By an incredible margin too." I laughed, watching him let out a small frown before laughing.

"Fair and square."

He beckoned on a guard amidst the music, and I took a seat on one of the couches beside the pool table. He was sitting beside me in a minute, handing me one glass of wine. All too quickly, I could see the guard he'd called drag a person towards us and I grinned.

I could not make out the silhouette of the person being dragged because the lights were dim. As he pushed the person to my field of view, my face fell at the revelation of the most absurd looking thing I've seen in my life.

Was that supposed to be a girl?