The Werewolf's Revenge

Chapter 3: She looks so scared

“Please, Alpha Volkov, come in,” said the man who led us through the facility and opened the door in front of us.

And I did. Alex and my brothers followed me.

The door led us into a large, open-plan warehouse with high ceilings and no windows. The difference was that instead of goods, this warehouse contained slaves. And at that point, they were in fenced cages about 4 x 8 feet tall. The facility was strategically lit so that the light from the chandelier hitting the slaves was bright enough to make them one hundred percent visible and keep visitors traveling in the dark.

"Go find her," I thought of Alex. With a nod, he left. Mikhail and Vladimir followed me to make sure I didn't do anything stupid.

A particularly unique smell hit my nose and I started walking in its direction. I am always alert to my senses. As a werewolf, I was invited, but as a werewolf of Rogues, I was not welcome there.

The people in the cage ranged in age from sixteen to twenty-four, in a variety of sizes, colors and levels of training. Next to each cage is a stand with boards and on them their descriptions, keys to open the cages and lanyards.

We can pick and choose the slave we want according to our preferences. Once we had selected one, we had to use the key to unlock the cage and then chain them up, claiming them as ours. This is followed by the payment stage and after that, there is a 'after party'.

The scent led me to the end of the warehouse, where there were hardly any visitors.

She is short. Even to a slightly higher degree, she didn't reach my chin. Long black hair that grazes the top of her butt. Her back was towards me and I liked what I saw.

"Go back," I commanded, wanting to see more.

She froze, her heartbeat quickening before she slowly turned around.

My breath caught in my throat.

There's only one word in my head capable of capturing even part of her wholesome beauty. Heaven. She looks like the Moon Goddess took the extra time to portray her.

Her eyes are down, her back is straight and her body still has her hands behind her back. She was very well trained, no doubt. I suddenly want her to look at me. She's undeniably beautiful, pure and innocent - she's someone who doesn't belong here.

And for some reason, I wanted to get her out of there and shield her from ugliness.

“Look at me,” I commanded her lips.

Her eyes narrowed and I inhaled sharply.

I stopped breathing for a second. Those are the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Those seductive black eyes called out to me. I never want to take my eyes off them. I want her to pay attention, keep an eye on me and only me. The combination of deer-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, small nose, plump lips and pointed chin has created an unforgettable face.

I never participate in such events and I do not buy slaves. But the moment she stared into my eyes, I couldn't imagine walking out of that place without her. I know I will regret it.

Her hair covers most of the front but it is easy to see that she has nice breasts, a flat stomach and a round butt. But upon closer look, she looked malnourished.

I took a step closer to her, stepping out of the darkness so she could see me too. Instinctively, she backed away, until her back hit the bars behind her.

She looks so scared. She doesn't do that.

But she need not be afraid of me. Damn, as long as I'm there, she doesn't have to be afraid of anyone

I came here to look for her, but I seem to have forgotten that she is my slave. Right now I am strangely attracted to her.

“Peggy,” she whispered so softly that I would have lost it without my keen senses.

My hands grip her cage bars and she looks at me like I'm going to reach in and eat her. I want to, but not the way she thinks.

“Peggy,” I repeat, her name slipping off my tongue so easily that I feel as though I've said it all my life.

She bit her lower lip.

"Don't," I whisper, easily reaching in and taking it out from between her teeth, and then confessing, "it makes me want to bite your lip."

Instinctively, she jerked her body for a moment, then for some reason, her eyes closed in pain.

I immediately retracted my hand and examined her for any source of pain or discomfort. The only thing she was wearing was a horrible leather collar. It looked a bit tight and it must have been lodged in her neck when she jumped down.

“Come here,” I whispered. "Let me get rid of that for you."

Her eyes, seemingly the windows to the soul, reflect surprise and then hope. Slowly and uncertainty, she moved closer to me.

I reached in. My hand stroked the side of her neck and her soft hair to reach the nape of her neck and unfasten the clasp.

Her auctioneer was slowly getting closer, I could feel it. Surely that person took her away.

“Peggy,” I called her name and her tear-filled eyes fell on me.

"I'm talking about her." They are a few feet away.

"Her key is right there."

“Impossible,” he mutters under his breath before moving towards us. Dammit.

I keep an eye on Peggy. She looked me in the eye as if I had all the answers in the world. And then she nodded at me. "Yes, Master." Her voice was soft but firm.

I see a hand trying to reach for the key out of the corner of my eye. I reached out and grabbed it just before he could.

The staff member cursed with a sigh, knowing there was going to be a nasty match.

"She's mine," Leo announced.

I turned around and glared at him, my wolf fidgeting at his statement. "What the f**k is she?"

"I saw her first. I chose her first."

I immediately cut off his abuse. "The rules clearly state that whoever gets the key first, unlocks the cage and chains the slave, will be the owner of that slave. The key, it's not my concern. Old man ."

"You are calling me old man"

"That's your assumption, I didn't say your name." I cut him off.

His face was red with anger while I remained calm.