Chapter Eight

Ice’s POV.

“The fresh meats are here.” A high-pitched whistle catches the crowd’s attention. With Kelly near me, the group of girls I am with are shoved inside the auction house where the smell of expensive booze hits my nose. There are gorgeous girls coquetting all over the place with huge and sparkly gems as pendants in their necklace.

We have yet to discuss what happened earlier on the day. Of how I was saved and whether Alpha Athan was the one who saved me. We’ve taken heavy casualties. Poor Visha is so traumatized that her eyes were devoid of life. Even Kelly begs me not to talk about the incident.

I let out a small grunt as we are led to a back room to strip and change our outfit to thongs. I swallow the bile on my throat that is threatening to come out as I try to calm Kelly down.

“I don’t want to strip naked,” She mutters with tears on her eyes. “I… I can’t.”

“We have to.” I hold her shoulders and tell her firmly. I take my shirt off me and pull my pants down. She nods in defe