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
Ella's POVTwo days later, my rash was finally gone. I was sad to see the count come back home this morning but I didn't think he would want to see me so soon after what happened the last time.I was wrong.The butler knocked on my bedroom door an hour after the count got back, pushing his face into my room a minute after he knocked.I jumped on the bed and gasped, surprised to see him."What are you doing?" I snapped at him without thinking. "I haven't told you to come inside.""Why?" He smirked. "Because you could be naked?""Yes." I rolled my at him, staring at him like he was stupid for not knowing that.He chuckled. "I've seen you naked, slave. Have you forgotten so soon that I dressed you up for the count the other day?"I blushed and he chuckled at my expression. He didn't have to remind me of that embarrassing moment."What do you want? Why are you here?""The count wants to see you." He said, his eyes shining with glee.He was a sick bastard. He loved it more than the count w
Ella's POVKevin and I continued dancing. It felt like a dream but I knew he was real. It was real and I didn't have much control. Here in this world that I was, I wasn't in charge. The count was.He could come back at any time and I needed to talk to Kevin. I needed answers."Kevin,"I winced as those dancing next to us glanced at me. I smiled at them in an apology, wondering why my voice was loud when I had been trying to whisper. It must be the excitement at seeing my mate.I was glad that the lights were still dim or the others would have picked the emotions on my face. I was sure that what I was feeling at the moment was obvious. I hoped that Kevin couldn't see my face clearly as well.It was enough that I was in his arms. I didn't need him to see how much I was happy to see him. I didn't want to show that much vulnerability to him."You aren't going to tell me why you are here, are you?" I whispered.I was relieved that my voice was low and didn't go across the room like earlier