SOLD TO THE DEVIL

   **Third-Person POV**

"Gentlemen, we are going to begin shortly. Please let there be decorum.” The mistress announced with a wide grin, her eyes scanning the powerful masters in the room. The Omega buyers.

She was going to make a lot of money from this group of men, and she was pleased.  After they settled down, she left to get the Omega girls. 

She has spent a lot of energy and money buying them, either from their wicked uncles, irresponsible parents, or kidnapped after childbirth. It's a payday, She Affirmed.

The room was filled with eight alphas of different packs, successful and important humans. But one, in particular, was feared by them all. He was a fearless leader of a dangerous dynasty and the Lycan king of Rainbow Crest Pack. A dynasty that produced gold and diamonds. A dynasty that had the government and all packs in its palm, the ruler of all the alphas...

Ricky Mart

He was as charming as he was deadly. Perfectly chiseled chin, brown eyes that would make any woman fall at his feet, a physique that made people compare him to an Egyptian god, and a dangerous attitude. 

He was cold-hearted and killed both werewolves and humans like they were flies.

Today, he wanted to get himself a puppet, a sex toy that he could use as he pleased, anytime he was aroused.

This wasn't his first time getting an Omega girl from this school, he had come almost three times and none of the girls he picked lasted a year in his arms. He either got tired and killed them off, or they died from the numerous rape encounters.

Ricky sat in the corner of the bar, with a cigarette in his mouth. He watched the other alpha's talk and laugh while he puffed out smoke.

He was a man of few words and no friends. No one dared to walk up to him to say anything.

The front door flung open, and the mistress entered, followed by eight Omega girls, all tied up and blindfolded. They were only permitted to wear a bikini in front of their Master, to make them appealing.

The girls staggered in, trotting behind each other in fear. Miss Stark was behind them, pushing them in like bags of rubbish.

“These are the finest girls we produced this year, I believe they'll serve you well.” The headmistress introduced the girls.

“Please, sir.” She turned to where Ricky was sitting.

“Would you do the honor of making the first choice?” She said, stepping away, going to stand beside Miss Stark, who smiled at her.

The Omega girls whimpered and shivered, unable to tell what was going on. Laura was at the extreme, standing very still, trying to make sense of everything.

Ricky removed his cigar and put it in the ashtray on the desk. Then he stood up, his mighty aura, made the room go cold.

He walked slowly, every step he took was fearful until he got to where the girls were standing. His hands were in his pocket as he walked from girl to girl, examining them closely.

He got to where Laura was standing and stopped. What caught his attention was the way she stood still. Others were scared and some were crying, but she showed no atom of fear.

“You're not scared, do you even know the kind of men before you right now?” Ricky's voice came out husky. It was the first time he spoke since he got here.

“There's no point in being scared, whatever is going to happen, will happen. Why should I stress over what I can't control?” Laura asserted, rather boldly, and to the surprise of everyone. Ricky smirked.

“This girl is going to get us into trouble, does she even know who she's talking to?” Miss Stark hissed.

“Quiet. Sir might get angry.” The headmistress hushed her.

“You think you're smart and clever?” Ricky asked.

“I can't wait to clip those wings of yours and make you crawl at my feet.” He added, grabbing her by the hair very harshly. She winced.

“Get her ready to leave with me,” he ordered and without another word, he left the place with his bodyguards scurrying behind him.

Two of his men carried Laura out with them, while the other masters rushed to pick their slaves.

Miss Stark, and the mistress, were happy that they had gotten Laura's out of their hair. 

“Stop, you're hurting me!!" Laura's cries could be heard for miles as the cruel man dragged her along by her hair. He was one of Ricky's men, and he was just as brutal.

“Quiet!” He barked at her. He dropped her harshly on a cold floor and slapped her hard across the face.

“Sit here quietly and don't make another sound.” He yelled and shut the iron door loudly. That was when Laura realized that she was inside a truck. She was still blindfolded and bleeding slightly on her forehead.

The truck started to move, and she fell down on the cold, aluminum floor. She remained there for the rest of the journey, wondering what her new master would do to her and where they were taking her.

After six long hours, Laura felt the truck finally coming to a halt.

“We must have arrived at my master's place,” she thought.

She flinched when she heard the door snap open. Immediately, a large hand grabbed her by the arm very tightly and pulled her out forcefully, making her fall to the ground. She panted fearfully.

The hand grabbed her up again and started pulling her along with him. She didn't try to say anything because the slap she received earlier was still ringing in her ear.

They entered the main gates, which revealed a stunning mansion. It was gigantic but had a dark feeling hovering over it.

There was a fountain in the middle of the compound, which further spread out into a quadrangle. Each passage of the quadrangle led to different parts of the mansion. But the huge man holding Laura took the path that led into the main house.

The extremely tall, wooden door was pushed open, revealing one of the fanciest living rooms you'd ever see. The floor was tiled with pure silver, with little details of gold. The sofas were made only of the finest silk material and expensive foam. The color was dark black with gold encrusted on the armrests. The colossal gold chandelier hanging from the middle of the room was stunning to behold.