Emma.
The dining room was pretty loud as the alphas carried on with their dinner. They chatted about pack politics, war tactics and the price of slaves in the auction market.
I sat on a bench near the wall, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to make myself invisible.
The sting of the slap still lingered on my cheek. But I knew that I couldn't do anything about it. I was a slave.
And I wasn’t allowed to leave, not yet. Not until the evening ended and the decision to hand me over was finalized. Every passing minute dragged on like an eternity.
"Wait here," one of the guards had grunted, his tone devoid of any form of sympathy. "And don’t move unless you’re told."
So I waited, fighting back the urge to cry, as I patiently let my new master finish his dinner and take me fo
