Rejected and Sold

ChapterTwo

Akela’s POV

The moment he finished his words, the smile on my lips disappeared as everything stopped abruptly and the world around me paused. Within a twinkle of an eye, I was deported from the fantasy planet that I’d been on for the past forty-five minutes back to my home country.

My cheeks turned red, and my heart stopped beating for a while. My wolf, who had once been happy, now turned sad. She curled up to hide herself from me when she saw that our fated mate, whom the moon goddess had destined for us, had just rejected us.

“Did you just…...” I asked, turning to look at him, but he closed my mouth.

“Just stay silent, and you will be safe,” he said, opening his car trunk.

I stared at his face, trying to process all that had just happened. He just rejected me and, worse still, pushed me into his car trunk. Immediately, he closed his car trunk, the realization hit me, and I screamed at the top of my voice till I could no longer hear my voice.

“Did he just abduct me?” I asked myself.

The only thing that was left was to beg for his mercy and maybe sweet-talk things with him. The car started, and I continuously hit my head inside the trunk till we stopped after two hours.

Immediately I sensed the car door open, I began hitting the car with my legs so he won’t forget that he locked up inside here. A few minutes later, the trunk opened, revealing my mate still in the pair of jeans he wore from earlier. I lifted my eyes to stare at my heartless mate and my surroundings, but had to quickly shield it away from the bright sun.

I tried shifting my body, but then realized I already had body aches due to how I squeezed myself in. My stomach had started grumbling from hunger, and my tongue was very dry from lack of water.

“Mehn! It’s a girl,” one guy murmured from behind.

While I was readjusting my lying position and trying to get used to the daylight, I got blindfolded. I was very angry that I couldn’t get to see my mate's face or get a picture of what his actual physique looked like.

I didn’t care again because all I could ever think of was the serious pain I was feeling in my chest, the sadness that filled my soul, and the pain of my heart being shattered into shreds in just a day. I should have taken my phone along with me and hidden it safely; maybe by now, my parents would have tracked me down.

A man suddenly touched me and walked away.

“I like the fact that you brought a female this time around,” a man in his mid-thirties spoke up.

“Conan, if you like her, then I suggest you double the amount we both agreed on,” my fated mate replied.

Jeez! Why does he have such a handsome and enticing voice when he clearly is a wicked person?

”The fact that she’s also a female doesn’t guarantee that she is going to last a day in my cell,” Conan, the buyer, said.

“As you can see, she’s a young, vibrant girl and your dungeon is full of s*x-deprived male wolves. She could be useful for your ring as well if she’s capable. Also, I’m sure all those rabid wolves you have inside would want to lie with her the instant she sets her feet in there, or do you want me to take this deal somewhere else?” my mate asked.

“No. fine, I will double the price,” Conan said, stopping my mate from closing the car trunk.

I might be a weak werewolf, but at least I understand what they are trying to do, meaning my fated mate is trying to sell me off.

“I am not for sale,” I screamed with the little strength I had in me. Now that I needed my wolf more than ever, she has gone into hiding. She’s supposed to bring out her true form and fight for us, but instead, she’s curled up inside of me and mourning being rejected.

I tried my best to shift inside the car trunk, but it seems my wolf isn’t ready to face the truth yet. She was sad, and I felt pissed.

“Hmmm!” my wolf heaved out a sigh.

While lost in thought, I felt someone walking towards me.

“We have a deal now, right?” Conan asked.

“Sure, Conan,” my mate replied.

Conan pulled me up around my waist and threw me up on his shoulder like I was just a mere cloth. I whimpered in pain as I felt my toes bleeding. My whole body jerked up as his thick belt hit my bleeding toes, and I couldn’t move as I felt a shiver run down my spine.

A few minutes later, he dropped me off to rest in the car before he walked a few meters away to have a quick discussion with my mate. Conan walked up to me again and dragged me to the trunk of another car. I couldn’t fight with my fists since Conan had earlier tied my hands together.

The second car was small compared to my mate’s car, and I had to squeeze myself in again to fit in.

“Girl, it seems I would be forced to use some of my claws against him if you are not going to do anything,” I said to my wolf, and she whined, giving me a go-ahead response.

Conan started the car, and after twenty minutes, the car stopped again. He pulled off his car engine and walked over to the car trunk and opened it. I never learned how to fight as a werewolf because our pack was always peaceful and free from enemies.

All the men in my pack, both young and old, were working hard towards the progress of the pack. They felt women are a special species that don’t need to learn how to fight. We all lived a simple life, believing that women only needed to look after the kitchen and the surroundings.

Anytime we had intruders in our community, only the male wolves stood up to defend. I’ve been quiet all these years due to how I was raised, but this time around I was determined not to go down easily.

The moment he touched me, I quickly rushed at him, hoping that I would catch him by surprise since I wasn’t so sure of which joint to attack first. I hit him hard with my tied fist right on his belly, and he staggered backward a little before he fell to the ground.

I struggled to get off the car trunk and stand on my feet. I was thinking of which way to go that would be safe for me when his string and iron belt hit my leg, making me fall hard on the floor. I scratched my elbow and knees on the floor while trying to protect my blindfolded eyes.

“Jeez! You are one hell of a wolf,” Conan spat as he grabbed my waist again and threw me on his shoulder.

I regained my balance thereafter, but my body was aching me so badly. I tried loosening his tight grip from my waist, but I ended up being beaten.

“Please get up, wolf, I beg of you,” I begged my wolf, but instead, she shrugged. My heart was fighting to be free while my wolf was mourning over our mate.

Every time I am alone, I will always see and feel my wolf presence, but this time around, I can’t even feel or see her around me. My wolf had a big white fur with patches of brown color that was similar to my brown skin, and she had blue eyes that matched mine.

“Our mate can’t come to save us again. Get up and let’s fight this together,” I said, trying everything I could to convince my wolf, but she wouldn’t make a move.

Conan, on the other hand, stood firmly on his feet with my body on his shoulder as he walked through an iron door. He went down a staircase that felt very uncomfortable.

Where is he taking me to?

Hope I’ve not been sold to wolf slaughters?