DARIUS POV"No one dares to touch what is mine!" Darius growled and lunged at Delilah. She was on her knees pleading with him, saying she could explain, but there was nothing he wanted to hear again. Darius didn't need her validation, and with his wolf flair rising, all he could think about was how to snap her neck and wipe her off the face of the earth. His thoughts returned to the words of the submissive as he walked towards her. 'Brielle was blindfolded and kidnapped by hulking slave traders. She was even hit in the head, which meant she had no idea where she was. Lady Delilah had approached me later, threatening to kill me if I said anything to the maids in the mansion or even you, Lord Darius. She warned me harshly and even gave me a bag of money...' Brielle had been blindfolded; she'd been hit on and sold! The thought of such treachery being committed against his beloved made his blood boil. “Fuck!” Darius growled, his teeth clenched and muscles tensed, he stretched his h

DARIUS POVDarius couldn't relax as he paced around his room, his hands on his hair, trying to think of something. He couldn't get his head around the surly details the submissive from earlier had given him when he'd asked the young lady to follow him. Leading her up to his room, he had then asked her to give him a detailed description of the location Lady Delilah had taken Brielle to, as she had followed them as well. He'd also made sure that her story was accurate and didn't contain any false information, and he'd done so by threatening her. Trembling, the submissive had told him everything, how it had all happened, how Brielle had been dragged from the vehicle, and Darius’s chest tightened as he listened to her confession.Darius then asked the submissive if she remembered the exact place they'd gone to after her brief detailed explanation. She'd given him a positive response, saying she knew a little but that the driver who'd driven them there was also in the mansion and migh

BRIELLE’S POV"You lot, get up..." Brielle arose from where she had been lying all day, shivering slightly, and looked up at the man whose voice she had heard. It had been hours since she had arrived at this location, and after falling asleep for a few minutes, she had awoken and decided to survey the area. Thankfully, her vision had improved, and the room was better-lit this time. Various women were in the room, each with different skin colors, appearance, and weight, among other physical characteristics she couldn't quite identify. Some were chained, while others were not, and some were fully dressed while others were not. However, Brielle was relieved that the location did not resemble Blacko Shawn's Warldof's underground house. But then, this place was no different from the purpose it served, as well as Mr. Blacko's. She shuddered at the thought of being brought to a women's trafficking ring again. Brielle also began to consider how her life would change now that she'd ar

BRIELLE’S POVBrielle and the other ladies walked in a single file as the guards led them out of the dressing room and into a room full of men. Looking around, Brielle noticed that the men appeared to be having a good time, and if she hadn't known that this was a slave trade ring, she would have mistaken it for a bar. Brielle could see strippers dancing naked on top of some men who appeared to enjoy such vices, and she admired how daring and free the ladies were, shuddering at the thought of doing something like this. But who was she to pass judgment? For all she knew, they could also be enslaved, forced to dance with these slimy-looking men to earn money or their freedom."Will you move forward?" One of the men leading them said to her, yelling, and she turned to face him, this time with a determined expression on her face. She was sick of acting like a baby, and it was past time she learned to use her mouth and confront anyone who tried to molest her in any way. Besides, she'd

BRIELLE’S POV“This way, miss….” Brielle followed the heavily built man leading her away from the stage without saying anything, and she did so silently. ‘Miss?’ She mentally repeated to herself. He'd addressed her as a miss, but she was just an enslaved person, so why bother with that endearment? He had told her to come and get dressed, and now he was calling her miss. 'That is not a term of endearment like you’re thinking, silly girl.' Her subconscious instantly chided, and Brielle rolled her eyes as she continued walking down the path where the man seemed to be leading her too. At the same time, she became aware of her surroundings and realized that this place, like every other slave handler's abode she had visited, was the same. Brielle couldn't help but feel sorry for the desperate men and women who were arranged in rooms or cells, waiting to be sold. She wasn't blindfolded this time, unlike previous times when she passed, and all she could hear were their distressed voice