“Going once… going twice… sold!” I could hear the bell ringing louder than usual. “Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said, and the crowd erupted in excited cheers.
I watched as the buyer approached with a smirk on his face as he approached the girl, his hands grabbing the girl’s b.reasts as he kissed her roughly.
I was disgusted, and even more so as the crowds cheered him on.
He moaned as his hands moved over her body, and I cringed as he tore her dress open so the crowd could see how he was unpleasantly touching her. I watched as the girl’s eyes widened in fear and I heard her whimpering; she looked about seventeen, but she was being violated in front of a crowd by a beast, and I couldn’t do anything to help.
I was forced to watch as the man raped her like a dog in heat, and when he was done, he wore his trousers and yelled at the crowd, they all cheered him even after watching the disgusting scene playing in front of them.
“I like this one; she takes it well. She is worth every penny I paid for her.” He laughed loudly as he picked up the girl from the ground, ignoring the blood dripping from her private region, and carried her out of the arena on his shoulder.
“Wow, that was entertaining to watch. Bring in the next one!” The anchor yelled and another girl was dragged out to be bid on.
I wanted everything to stop, but I knew no one would come to our aid; the moon goddess was a lie we were fed from the start.
None of these would be happening to us if she were real.
Teens were violated right in front of my eyes; girls my age were raped to see if they’d be good as s3x slaves; those who weren’t were either killed or sent away to be normal slaves for their household.
The stage was stained with blood, some of the blood were those of the girls whose virginity had been taken, and some of it was the blood of girls slain right in front of my eyes for now being good enough.
I desperately wanted this nightmare to end. Everything was happening too fast and I wished it was all a bad dream from which I could wake up.
Soon it was my turn to be bidden on, and I feared that I would be violated like the rest of the unlucky girls, especially given the way I was being praised.
This was not how I imagined my life would turn out. I wanted to close my eyes and then open them again to find myself at the Packhouse with my family.
That was never going to happen, however, because this was not a dream, but rather reality.
“Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said, and the bell rang once more.
I’d just been sold as a slave or sex slave to someone.
EARLIER ON
I watched my Pack being annihilated right in front of my eyes. The people I loved were slaughtered, the men massacred, and the women bound with chains and led into a truck.
It all happened so fast that no one saw it coming.
We were all in the field celebrating our creator, the moon goddess, and were so absorbed in the drums and songs that we didn’t realize we were surrounded until it was too late. The festival‘s excitement was coursing through us, but before we knew it, we were being slaughtered like lambs.
They‘d done a good job of masking their pheromones before invading us.
The rest of the women were spared, with the exception of the elderly and pregnant women. They justified the killing of the elderly and pregnant women by claiming that they were condemned goods that no one wanted.
My parents were not spared, either, with my father being the Alpha and my mother being the Luna.
In front of me, they were both beheaded and set ablaze.
I screamed and prayed for a miracle, but it never came. No one came to our aid, not even the moon goddess we had been celebrating.
My hands and feet were bound in chains, with the other end held by my captors, who dragged me right into the van.
The younger ones were crying while the older ones consoled them; some were fortunate enough to have their mothers with them, while others were unlucky enough to have lost their mothers and fathers.
“What will become of us now, Elenora?” Clara, one of the girls, asked in a frightened whisper.
Clara and I had been friends since we were kids, and she was more like a sister to me, so I was relieved she had survived. At the very least, I had someone I could call my own.
“I‘m not sure, Clara, but I fear for the worst. Let’s just stick together, and hope it‘s nothing worse than what we just went through,” I said as I tightly squeezed her hands.
“I‘m sorry about your parents. I’m sure they‘ll watch over you from the moon goddess’ bosom,” she consoled.
“That is if she exists at all.”
I had lost faith in the moon goddess, believing she was a myth made up by our ancestors. If she had existed, none of our Pack members, including my parents, would have been killed.
Carla squeezed my hand tighter as the truck began to move and I could hear whimpering from the young ones.
We were all scared because we didn‘t know what our fates were or where they were taking us, but it couldn’t be good. If they could kill my parents, as well as the men and some women, who know what they would do to us?
I‘m not sure how long they drove the truck, but when it came to a stop and the door was opened, we were dragged out of the vehicle and into a building by our chains. The first thing we noticed was branding irons set over burning fires.
We were stripped naked and pinned down by a group of women before being branded with an X, the smell of burning flesh and screaming filled the air. Following that, we were bathed in cold water and dressed in a white transparent gowns.
Soon after, our captors reappeared and led us to an arena filled with both males and females, where we were forced to stand in a corner, surrounded by seated spectators.
A man came forward to begin the introduction, and then we were dragged to the center and auctioned off like commodities one after the other.
Carla‘s gaze never left mine as she was dragged away and placed in the center, so I mind-linked her, promising to rescue her and telling her to wait for me. As she nodded at me, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
After a few bids, she was eventually sold for 100,000 dollars. I was furious when I saw a well-built man approach her and claim her as his property.
“If you lay a fvcking hand on her, I will kill you!” I screamed loud enough for the man to hear me, and he snarled back, and before I knew it, I was hit in the face by one of my captors, and he was about to strike again when the anchor of the event held him back with a warning not to damage his goods.
He then instructed them to drag me out, which they did, and I was placed in the center, ready for the crowd to bid on.
“This one here is feisty, and I‘m sure she’ll be great in bed. She smashed one of my men‘s noses and killed another, according to what I’ve heard. It took three of my men to bring her down,” the anchor said.
Lies! All lies! Was that supposed to make me seem special or important? Who would, in their right mind, want to bid on me? At this rate, I won‘t even be able to sell for $50,000.
I guess I made a hasty judgment because someone in the crowd started the bidding at $50,000.
“$60,000!” From the crowd, another woman yelled.
“A hundred thousand dollars,” I nearly puked as I saw the owner of the voice, an elderly man who appeared old enough to be my grandfather, leer at me.
I had deduced from the hints the anchor had been dropping that we were being sold to be used as s3x slaves.
I couldn’t believe I was being bid on only because the anchor lied about my killing someone and breaking one of the men’s noses.
The bid had risen to $500,000, and I was about to be sold to the elderly man when someone yelled out a bid of $150,000,000, causing a commotion among the spectators.
“Going for $150 million. Going for the last price. Going once, going twice…”
As I waited for my fate to be sealed, I looked at the person who had called out the ridiculous price, and he was talking to the person next to him, the one obviously calling the shots. All I could see was that the person was dressed in all black, with a black cap covering their face. I had no idea if they were male or female.
“Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said.
The man making the bid was about to come forward when he was stopped by the person in black.
The person stood up and removed the face cap, revealing himself to be a man, and when the rest of the spectators saw who it was, they all stood up and bowed.
He smiled before walking up the stage towards me. He stood in front of me, then leaned in and whispered words into my ear that would haunt me for the rest of my life, “I hope you paid your last respects to your parents. You’ll do well to please me if you don’t want to end up like them.”
He walked away from me, and before I could say anything to him, I was struck with something, and my vision blurred.
My new owner snapping his fingers at some people was the last thing I saw before passing out.
ZANE“The attack on Blue Rock Pack was successful, and the goods are now in the arena, ready to be auctioned.” My Beta, Mark, listed the achievements.“How many men did we lose?” I questioned, staring at the list of achievements he had jotted down in a book.“Ten. They were strong. We would have lost more than ten men if we hadn’t caught them off guard. It was a nice plan to do it on the day they always did their celebration.” I smiled as he said it.I was well aware of the Blue Rock Pack’s strength and had kept a close eye on them. They had so many resources that I wanted, weapons that would help in the building of my army, land on which I could expand my businesses, and their grounds were more fertile than mine. I wanted it all to myself.I tried to convince the Alpha of the pack to divide his land into two equal parts and give one-half to me, but he refused, which angered me. From then on, I began planning an ambush, which involved watching their every move and waiting for the rig
Warning: this scene has some violence and rape. Viewers' discretion is advised.ELENORA‘Where was I? Shouldn't I be dead or something?' I asked myself. I doubt that because my mother always told me when someone is dead they go to a place that is filled with bright light and beautiful places, so why was mine different? I was stuck in a dark room. Where was the bright light mum had told me about?Suddenly, the memories of what happened filled my mind, the horrifying memories replayed like it was happening all over again. The fear on Clara's face wouldn't leave my mind, it was all over the darkness I was seeing and the promise I had made to her that I would protect her kept lingering in my mind.I had to keep my promise to her. I haven't broken my promises with her before and I'm not about to do that now. My parents might have failed them by not protecting them, but as my parent's daughter and their future alpha, they all look up to me now to protect them and rescue them. I can't be kep
ELEANOR“Get up, the alpha wants you right now,” I heard the voice of the guard from outside the door. It was the moment I'd been dreading ever since he promised I'd be called again to satisfy his sexual desires. I kept holding it in, kept reminding myself that it would be over soon, even though I had no idea exactly when or how it would end.The sight of him makes me sick to my stomach, to the point I felt like passing out whenever I was in his presence. Other than the flitting look of lust, his eyes held nothing but hatred, unexplainable anger, and bloodlust. Nothing ever seemed to please him as he always had that unimpressed, calculative look. But despite the turmoil of nerves he set loose in my stomach, I wasn't going to let him see it, I wasn't going to give in to him. I now have a goal and I will not stop until I attain it.I wondered how Clara was fairing right now at the hands of the beast who bought her. I wondered if she was facing the same fate as I was or if she was lucky
ELEANORA soft tapping on my shoulder had me peeling my eyes open begrudgingly to the sight of Jasmine squatting beside my bed with a smile on her face, and on more careful inspection, it turned out she was dressed and ready for the day. My eyes drifted to the wall on the clock in the still dimly lit room and it read 4:30 AM. I wondered how it was possible that she was ready so early in the morning. Did she even get any sleep at all? I sluggishly pushed myself up, my face now a few inches away from hers, but that didn't seem to bother her at all as she spoke. “Sorry for disturbing your sleep but you have about thirty minutes to get dressed. The bell will ring soon and those that are not prepared will be punished severely. I thought you might want to know and I don’t exactly want you to start your first day with a punishment,” she informs with an apologetic smile before getting on her feet.“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I said, forcing a smile in my still sleepy haze. I was indeed gra
Trigger warning: this chapter contains BDSM and Rough s3x, and may contain explicit language and hardcore content. Please read at your own risk or skip this chapter. Thank youELEANORMy cheeks flamed up with heat as I looked away from the note and back to the lingerie. My heart was pounding in anticipation, and in fear of what the Alpha would do if I did not change into it as soon as possible. I hate him but yet I couldn't defy his orders.I picked up the flimsy fabric and moved into the bathroom to change. I stripped off the clothes I had on and slid the lingerie over my naked skin. One glance at my reflection in the mirror made my eyes widen. The lingerie was mostly see-through, with my b.reasts cupped provocatively to reveal a cleavage pushed upwards for male pleasure. The flimsy straps hung over the delicate skin of my shoulders, and the lingerie spread down to the curve of my hips and ended there. All I had to do was bend over, and my ass cheeks would be out in the open, expos
ZANEI woke up to the feel of someone's warm palm on my bare chest and my brows pulled together at the sight of Eleanor on my bed with her hands on me. The events of the night before began flooding in and I remembered how rough I had been with her and how she had lost consciousness halfway, annoying me.She wasn't allowed to sleep on my bed. It was against the rules. A slave is a slave even if she was my mate, she was nothing but a ragdoll for me to use to sate my desires. I rolled out of bed, pulling my robe on all while I scowled at her sleeping figure.She was meant to know her place or had she forgotten where she was and whose commands and rules she must obey? I must have gotten too lenient for her to think I was going to allow this. Giving her meals and letting her out of the dungeon must've deluded her into thinking she could forget the rules.“Guards!!” I called loudly, startling her awake as she confusedly looked around the room and when her eyes finally caught mine, I saw the
ELEANORIt's been three days since the incident with Zane and his pack. He had killed the gamma wolf for inflicting some cuts on me, but that did nothing to lessen my hate for him. It filled me with anxiety, if anything, the fact that he had been deriving pleasure from torturing me so far and is now treating me like this, whatever this was.The sudden different treatment left me uneasy and scared. After getting me out of the torture room before the end of my punishment, he'd even taken me to the pack doctor to get treated, after which he handed me his food, which was definitely not meant for a slave. According to Jasmine, it was probably a plan to get me to put down my defenses so he could get rid of me once and for all when I finally make a mistake after getting too comfortable. I had made sure Jasmine got a share of the food since we were obviously closer and I'd taken a liking to her. Thanks to her, I'd adjusted fairly enough and her company was probably why I hadn't gotten approa
ZANEGetting summoned to court by my own elder council for breaking my own rules had to be one of the things I never would've expected to happen to me in all my years of life. One would say I expected to be called to law after my rash actions, but having the people that were so below me question me didn't sit very right with me. How demeaning. Since it was my law, I should be able to twist and bend it to accommodate my wishes, but it seems I didn't even leave the room for that.“You should have been more careful, Zane. I'd always known that slave would be nothing but trouble and I told you so. Besides, we have all noticed you have been acting strangely ever since you brought that slave home. Is there something I need to know? Perhaps to be able to defend you better when we arrive at the courtroom” Mark asked as we walked side by side and I scoffed, shaking my head. That didn't seem to sit well with him and he groaned, “Come on man!!! I am your beta, you shouldn't be hiding anything f
EleanorMy body was thrumming with an unparalleled heat, the need to act on it so overpowering that it felt like an out of body experience. I was like a beast let loose, not even taking a second to dwell on the fact that this was Zane I was drolling over, letting myself be turned inside out by the very man whose existence I was living to end. Damn whatever he'd fed me, those drugs or whatever they'd taken complete effect by now and I was holding unto Zane, feeding off his heat and everything he had to offer like a lifeline. The old me, the Eleanor I knew would have picked my torn clothes and hurried out of the damn room the second he was through, or atleast cry myself to sleep if he wouldn't let me. Instead, I laid back on the bed, whimpering pathetically at the slow, languid thrusts Zane delivered as we both came down from our high, the mess of fluids in me filling the room with filthy squelching sounds. The logical part of me that would hate every second of this was reduced to a
ZANEEleanor was mine.She'd become mine right from the very second I laid eyes on her, and I'd be damned to let anything change that for as long as I lived. I couldn’t stop pacing the length of my room as the new information bounced around in my head like a fucking rubber ball. My thoughts were interrupted when a knock sounded on my door and Mark walked in at my command. “Is everything okay, Alpha Zane,” he asked the second he stepped in, voice laced with worry, concern written all over his face.“Yeah, I’m fine. What brought you to my room?” I asked, not giving him room to delve further.“… are you sure?” he sounded unconvinced but I nodded, waving him off and repeating my question. “Well, the party is about to start and your presence is needed to commemorate the occasion and you have been in your room all day which is causing the council members to murmur. I was sent to check up on you as your Beta,” he answered and I sighed.“I’m sorry, I’ll go get dressed and be there to open
ELEANOR‘Try and enjoy the party’ Those were the last tangible words I could make out as my mind and thoughts took a downward spiral into a place I struggled to get it out of. Occasionally, I remembered being jolted back to reality by the head of slave's loud yells and Clara or Jasmine's whispered pleas for me to get my head on straight and not bring unnecessary punishment upon myself, but I still couldn't. My mind seemed to have a mind of it's own and my wandering thoughts could not be stopped, even when I knew they were but a fever dream.Gory details of Zane gagging and choking on his own blood flooded my mind. I would stand back and watch in joy and fascination after having spiked his drink, his last agonizing moments as he struggles to draw each breath whilst coughing up his own organs, stained crimson Sure, it wouldn't be as satisfying as watching his head hang off a stake, completely drained of blood, but it was enough to keep me sated for now.Obviously I couldn't act on thos
ELEANOR“Hello? Earth to Eleanor,” Clara’s voice brought me out of my reverie, and I blinked back to reality to find fingers snapping in front of my face. I winced, pushing her fingers away from my face as she offered me a concerned look.“Jeez, you would have been in deep trouble if she hadn’t dismissed us. What’s wrong, El? You haven’t been yourself since you came back from Easton’s Pack. Is this still about what we discussed?”“What? What did you both discuss?” Jasmine perked up from where she'd been surprisingly quiet, and I huffed quietly, knowing what would follow.“She wants to end Zane’s life without following the plans,” Clara supplied, and I could see the exact moment it sank in for Jasmine.“Are you crazy?!” She whisper-yelled, her mouth opening and closing incredulously. “That's like asking to die! Do you have a death wish?!”“Apparently, yes,” Clara deadpanned, and Jasmine continued before I could manage a reply.“Why? What are you thinking? Did things not work out betwee
ELEANORI knew that much could be expected when the drive back to the pack felt like a different kind of torture that even Zane himself hadn't been able to put me through yet. The feeling of emptiness that only grew wider in my chest with the growing distance was not one that could be easily ignored. I had gotten a taste of freedom and deny it as I may, experienced happiness in the warmest possible shades in just a few hours spent in Easton's pack. I wish it wouldn't come to an end. I wished I didn't have to go back and that this day would never end, but alas, all of it had just been wishful thinking.I heaved a sigh as I took a seat on my bed, slowly taking off the uniform we'd been given for the party, which was now to be submitted back to the kitchen head and promptly burnt. It hurt to think about something so beautiful meeting such a terrible end, but luxury was nowhere synonymous with slavery in Zane's eyes. We couldn't be allowed to keep clothes that were obviously made not for
ZANE“What!?” I yelled out in anger, finding it inexplicably hard to comprehend what I'd just heard. My fingers ball up into fists and I could feel my entire body brew with maddening anger at the thought of Eleanor with another man. I give her even the slightest taste of freedom and this is what she goes and does behind my back? And Easton….. How dare he touch what I'd made clear was mine in every sense of the word? Eleanor was mine! Mine to possess, mine to own and mine to do however I please. I wouldn't have forgiven him for laying even a finger on her after my very clear warning, but kissing her? He had gone way over the line and there was no way I was going to let this slide. He knew Eleanor was off limits. As if my warning the other day weren't enough, I'd sent Mark over with a clear message that Eleanor was not to be touched. Yet, he ignored every single one of them and claimed what was mine. I couldn't swallow down the weight of his disrespect, the sheer audacity to do somet
UNKNOWNI couldn't watch her being happy, the sound of her laughter and thought of her excitement grated at my skin, annoying me to no end. She had the perfect life growing up, while I was forgotten, thrown to the side and left to rot. She had everything a girl could've wished for and when that was gone I thought it would finally happen, and that she would taste life like I'd always known, but she just had to go and find favor in the eyes of that monster that wouldn't even look at anyone else twice.Was I jealous? Hell yeah, I was. I hated the fact that she was always living better than me, no matter the situation. Despite losing her princess life, she still had something while I had nothing. I was made to work like a donkey while she seeks favor in Alpha Zane and warms his bed.She was yet again enjoying the luxury I've always ever wanted. She should have been killed the day I leaked the news she was an Alpha. Alpha's were meant to be killed at first sight but for some reason, she c
ELEANORThere was no way this was happening right now. I shouldn't be feeling my body thrum with excitement and raw need with every move of Easton's tongue in my mouth. His movements had started out slowly, just a press of lips that grew more insistent as he looked to grow more excited and confident as time went on without any form of refusal from me. When his hand comes up and trails down my face ever so slowly until he reaches back up to grip firmly, yet so gently in my hair, a soft, wanton moan is ripped out of my throat and that had been when his slick tongue probed in to draw even more embarrassing sounds out of my lips. This was supposed to feel wrong, wasn't it? I could hear the more rational voices in my head screaming at me, reminding me why exactly I was here and how that was the exact opposite of what I was currently doing, but, how could it be wrong when it felt so right?My body yearned to be closer to him and I could feel myself arching further into his strong arms aro
ELEANORI felt my body go numb, my entire world pulling to an abrupt halt. Left with no other choice, I had followed him with a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts making rounds in my head and at the last minute, I'd decided on the one that seemed the most safe and believable. If he was as much of a gentleman as Jasmine and Clara believed he was, then there was no way he would be able to ignore a defenseless woman's tears, especially not one they'd been so certain he still harbored feelings for. That had been the plan, pretend to be weak, show him a tear or two and leave it up to his reaction to decide my next line of action. It was full proof, at least it had been in my head, that there were not a lot of things that could go wrong. The worst-case scenario, he'd agree to punish me or throw me out of his presence, none of which I couldn't handle. But in the most unexpected turn of events, I'd been pressed tightly against his firm chest with his low voice whispering soothing words that