Alone

Chapter 4

I was scared. Not scared of where I was, or what these bounty bitches might do to me, or who I might get sold to, but what Harper might do if I didn't show up at home. Yes. Me. The daughter of the devil herself, scared of what a human might do to her.

I know. I know. It sounds funny, and you may laugh, but as soon as you see one of Harper's glares, you want to hide in a corner and never come out again. Trust me, I've lived it. At least she has Luca to distract her.

And that is what I was thinking as I was bound, waiting to be sold at some shitty supernatural trafficking auction. I would've burned my restraints, but they used metal bands, obviously aware of my powers, and I couldn't mind control anyone. Those assholes must have spelled me.

So I heard the person ahead of me get sold for about 1.5 million. These hoes must be rich. But then again, I wasn't exactly standing in an old rotting barn. It was a ballroom, with some expensive ass chandelier.

One that I really wanted to throw a fireball at, watch it fall on their heads, and them potentially die or get injured. I sighed sadly. They would pay, but I wanted to kill them now and not have to wait.

Mother always said that patience was a virtue. I however, was never a very virtuous child. Insert evil laugh there.

So I was pushed up to the platform, and forced to my knees. The guy who pushed me, snickered as I almost fell on my face, because of the force he had used, and I didn't have my hands to catch myself.

I turned around, looked him in the eyes, and spit in his face. He was angry, But he controlled his anger. Nobody paid well for damaged goods. I smirked. He couldn't hurt me. Ha b***h, take that.

I started taunting him, "Come at me. I dare you to hit me. I f*****g dare you." I turned my face so he would have a direct shot at my jaw. He was seething. I had the audacity to giggle. That made him even angrier. He now looked constipated. Suddenly I was completely laughing, and everyone in the room was staring at me.

I started yelling, "Hey bitches." I turned to the auctioneer. "You sir," I said looking him up and down, sounding very snobby, " Are fired because of your terrible fashion taste." Everyone in the room laughed while the dude turned beet red, with embarrassment, then anger. I smirked.

"So, as I was saying, I am no normal supernatural, I have powers. I could make you kill yourself without blinking. Or I could burn you to death, whichever I prefer at the moment. So because I am so special, the bidding can start at no less than 15 million. You may proceed."

The people started frantically bidding. Can't blame them. But it's always nice when people want you. Even if it's literally owning you because they bought you in a slave auction. It's good to be loved and wanted.

I heard the door open, the wind that blew in made it smell like wet dog and cologne. Ew, a wolf and from those weird ladies gasps, I would assume an Alpha. I hate wolves. And the biggest assholes out of all of them were the Alpha's.

The crowd parted, so must be either really powerful, or a very rich motherfucker. He sniffed the air, and began to walk forward. Of course, I was feeling ignored, and that's never good. "Hello" I dragged out the word in a sing-songy manner.

They looked at me, "Oh good. I as starting to think that you had forgotten about me." And those damn fools had. They were giving their full attention to the auctioneer. Sigh.

The bids were up and climbing higher by the second. The people were basically trying to knock each other out so that they couldn't bid against them anymore.

"50 billion." My first thought was how heavenly his voice sounded, then it was, what the actual f**k? Who would pay that much money for a slave? Unless they knew who I was. f*****g s**t. I'm pretty sure it was the asswipe that came in earlier.

"Going once, going twice, going twice, going three times, sold to Mr.?" He trailed off. I waited to know his name. The bastard took his time. It was as if he was trying to choose what his name was. Weird.

"Alexander, Liam Alexander." I made my expression emotionless as I turned my head in the general direction of the voice. I was met by an extremely hot, tall, muscular guy.

He looked all serious, like he only meant business, and I'm sure he did, but ever since I heard his name is Liam, I've been singing One Direction songs in my head. And that is probably also the reason why I'm not drooling over him. I never thought a boy band could be so useful.

Well, he was hot, so I guess I would have something to do, while I planned my escape.

He came and grabbed my restraints and started pulling me along. He dragged me to the table where you were supposed to pay. He literally had to drag me because I sat down and wouldn't get up. He probably wouldn't have wanted me if he knew how annoying I'd be. Or so I thought. He just laughed a little and kept dragging me along.

He wrote the check so easily you would've thought he was paying $5. The jackass forced me to walk to the car, and when we got there, he pushed me into the front, and whispered, "Oh, my little mate, we are going to have so much fun."

Shit.