Ella’s POV What kind of person is my father? I returned to my room and sat by the dressing table, scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror, trying to find traces of my father in my face. My mother once said that my father passed away unexpectedly before I was born, but she never elaborated on the details. I never asked for fear of upsetting her, and over time, I forgot about it. Lucy, could we possibly be wolf from the Blue River pack? I called out to my wolf. Lucy looked puzzled and scratched her head. I'm not sure either, but as Camila said, our fur is indeed blue, so perhaps your father really was a wolf from the Blue River pack. Me: If he was from the Blue River pack, what was his status? I'm thinking maybe I still have other family members. Yes, it's very likely. Alpha Oscar, Kevin's father, might know something about your father. You know, your mother was his Beta, and they had a good relationship. Oh, Lucy, you're so smart. I stood up eagerly and rushed to open the w
Ella’s POV I looked into the empty eyes of the coachman, trembling as I patted his face. There was no vitality. I glared at the man in the black trench coat in disbelief. "We saved you, yet you killed him. You ungrateful beast." He casually twisted his wrist, nonchalantly scratching his neck, as if killing someone was of no consequence. Filled with a sense of impending danger, I propped myself up and bent down to retrieve a surgical knife from the medical kit. Suddenly, a large hand descended from the top of the carriage, pressing me down forcefully. I felt an immense pressure instantly, making it difficult to breathe. "Let go of me!" I struggled, but the hand tightly squeezed my throat, nearly suffocating me. "Don't move, behave, or face the consequences," the man's voice sounded beside my ear, tinged with a sickly growl. "Let go, you bastard!" I continued to resist. Fear surged within me like a tidal wave. This man had just killed my coachman, and now he was coming after me!
Ella’s POV What exactly is this place? Auctioning werewolf is illegal, devoid of human rights. Whether it's the Blood Moon pack or the Blue River Tribe, such things would never occur. The auctioneer's smooth voice echoed continuously in the room, exciting and anticipating the audience. I strained to capture snippets of conversation, hoping to glean some clues about what was happening or why I was here. "It's truly a rare specimen," whispered a distinguished middle-aged man sitting in the front row, his eyes predatory as they locked onto me. "I must add her to my collection." "Indeed, she would make a wonderful addition to any family," replied another woman sharply, her features sharp, her gaze calculating. "Of course, provided the price is right." They each had a placard on their seats indicating their respective identities and species; the man was a vampire count antique collector, while the woman was a nightclub cat shifter. The dwarf on the stage nodded in agreement, a smirk
Ella’s POV If this is a nightmare, I hope I can wake up as soon as possible. However, the cold touch on my wrist shattered my imagination and reminded me that everything that happened was real. I was injected with tranquilizers and was put in a car while I was drowsy. "Mr. Ronald, this is her physical information. As you know, we no longer allow returns after the goods are sold." A man said. "I understand." The other man replied with a smile. Through the fog in my brain, I could feel anger at the words even as I hoped that it was a dream. Was I the one being likened to a good sold? They must be crazy. I was too conscious of the mess that I was in that I didn't have time to think of the death of the coachman as I had for the past few days. I sniffled, trying to breathe but it was hard. My throat felt constricted and my muscles were weaker than it had ever been. I was an omega wolf, usually weaker than the others but this was a new low, even for me. I felt like a bunch of vegetab
Kevin's POV I was ready. My body charged and brimmed with excitement. There were two things that got me excited asides sex: war. I was ready to fight. We found some Rogues at a factory and were on a quest to kill. I would rather die fighting them all than let them be. If only Ella was here, making love to a mate after victory in war is the best feeling ever. I rolled my eyes at Eric's words. He didn't have to remind me of how Ella had rejected and humiliated me in the presence of the Blue River pack. I still cringed when I remembered that memory. Liam and I led the Blood Moon pack's men to attack the Rogues stationed at the factory. They weren't expecting us and I smiled at the look on their faces. That was exactly the way I liked it. "Surprise!" I laughed, staring at Kenneth. He looked rattled but it was only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and scoffed, acting the tyrant that he was. "You might have caught us by surprise but that didn't mean that we won't defe
Ella's POV I settled into life in the castle as a maid quickly. I needed to pretend like I've been tamed if I wanted to escape from here. I thought well and decided that it wouldn't help me if I caused trouble. I wanted them all to trust me so they wouldn't suspect that I was planning to escape. By the time they figure out what I was up to, I would be long gone. Moreover, I didn't want to be beaten. I had heard a lot about what was done to slaves who caused troubles for the count. I shuddered in distaste and shook my head. As if having multiple tedious rules wasn't bad enough. "Put your muscles into dough." The chef snapped at me. I swiped away the sweat on my forehead as I worked on the dough. I was going to endure it all till I found a way to escape. I sighed as we finished making breakfast and sagged against the sink in the kitchen. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have a bath and get some sleep. "You can go, slave." I nodded at the chef and moved to my bedroom
Ella's POV The beauty of the angel shocked me. Despite the scars on her body—which I was curious to know how she had gotten—she still looked ravishing. I felt pity for her and moved forward. "Good evening." I smiled as I greeted her. She hissed and turned away from me. I wasn't surprised and didn't blame her. If I was locked up in a land that wasn't home, I would also hate everyone. I wasn't going to give up on her though. I had a task and this tray with me had to go back with the contents eaten. Even it wasn't because of an assignment, I wasn't going to leave the angel until I was sure that she had eaten. I smiled, shifting closer to the gate barring her. "My name is Ella. I'm just like you so you don't have to be harsh. You don't have to hate me. We both miss home." "I'm a werewolf, captured and brought here like you are. I also don't belong here. Think we can form a bond?" I glanced at her but she didn't budge. She was determined to pretend like I didn't exist. I didn't mi
Ella's POV The count wasn't around. He was on a business trip to where I didn't know and didn't care. All I cared about was that it was free time for everyone. The staff and slaves in the mansion could rest as there was no one to tend to and fawn over. I wished the count would go on business trips everytime but I wouldn't delude myself to think that wishes always came through. The house was silent and had less of the bustling activities it used to have. It seemed like everyone had gone to bed for an afternoon rest and I couldn't blame them. They all needed the rest, everyone except the butler. He scowled as he walked around the house, his expression bitter. He must be missing snapping at others to work harder or faster. I wasn't surprised as I knew already that he got high from lording himself over others which he couldn't do now that the count wasn't around. He seemed like a dog on a leash who was waiting for his master to bark orders at him so he could bark at others. I decide