The ALPHA'S LUNA

The chain was pulled, and it pulled me along with it. Causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. I was too weak to lift myself up. My legs had completely failed, and I didn't have any strength left in me. I just felt like remaining on the ground without moving, but it was impossible. The other ladies were also dragging me behind with them. Because we were all chained and bound together. The purpose of such, was to leave no room for an escape. “Move it!” one of the men barked. I was reluctant to even obey his command. I just wish for these….. "My back... my back...!" I screamed in pain, as I received several painful strokes against my back. They were coming from one of the men there with us. “Stand up immediately!” He ordered me. A sudden rush of strength. Probably the rush of adrenaline trying to keep me alive. Surged through me at that moment and managed to get back to my feet, and join the rest in our staggered walk. We have been made to pass through several torment and torture by these men. I can't even remember the last time I had a proper meal. My whole body was reeking of the smell of fresh blood. My dress was stained with blood all over. You could barely realize that it was a white dress at first. I just kept cursing my uncle for selling me into the hands of these people. Even though living with my uncle was hell itself, I never received this amount of torture. In no time, we arrived at the hall. We were made on the stage, forming a straight line side by side. The chains still remained on us, thus restricting our movements on the stage. This smell! The audience were all Alphas. They had a different aura from the normal werewolves I have met. They were certainly here to look for ladies to prey on. They looked bloodthirsty, ready to pounce on their prey immediately. All my body was sore, and I irked of fresh blood and rotten meat. Obviously, from my untreated wounds. "So, I promised you'll a spectacular display, today." The emcee began, and I stared at him in disgust. There were over thirty of us on that chain, that were bound legs and hands together, with a chain. At that very sight, I had witnessed some who passed away. “I can see the enthusiasm on your faces. Let's start the bid with the first one!" He said, and they started bidding on the price that she would be sold at. Although my vision was actually blurry, and I was also the last person on the line. Somehow, I was able to see and understand everything that was going on. Everybody on the line just kept getting sold off one after the other. Soon, like a movie, I was just the last remaining. There I laid on the ground in a helpless manner, I cried unto the moon goddess with the fear that she might have deserted me. With so much hate in me, I cursed each of the men sitting in the audience. I couldn't explain how they derived joy in preying on the vulnerability of young girls. "She is the last girl remaining, and obviously the most beautiful of them all." The emcee started again. This time, he was obviously talking about me. Each passing second, I would notice the impatience in the eyes of those men. Their eyes were filled with both lust and also evil. "I hate you." I cursed at him, but I was silenced with an ear deafening punch that almost shattered my brain. "You cursed animal!" He spat at me. At this point, I had given up already, and I was just hoping that the worst wouldn't happen. To think that I was being manhandled by this man, and none of them could ever help me. "Her name is Ember Fin. The most fertile of them all" The emcee mocked, and the audience responded with great laughter. I was just so pained. Here I was, sitting down in front of an audience of men who loved to capitalize on the weaknesses of others. Their laughter just kept sounding like noise in my ear. In all honesty, I actually didn't find anything funny in all the naughty jokes that they were making. "You'll will suffer and die in hell. Karma will come after all of you." I cried out in frustration, and the response was another round of laughter. What was funny to them? Why did they find it funny? These men are just pussing me off. I can't just stand their insolent attitude any longer. "You'll be the first to die." One of the guards fired back at me, and dashed towards me with a sword. "Stop!" the voice of the emcee, echoed across the entire building. "Do not tamper with this commodity. Remember that if she has any scar, her market value would also reduce as well." He yelled at the guard, and he drew back immediately. What would have happened if he didn't hold that boy back? Where has their conscience gone to? "So, who is making the first bid?" He asked the audience. "Twenty thousand dollars!" A deep baritone voice shouted from the back of the audience. "Fifty thousand..." Another intercepted him. "One hundred thousand dollars..." Another. Yet, another, until a shocking incident happened. A voice that sounded more superior to the rest mentioned a figure, and the auditorium went into a long murmur. "Ten million dollars." The voice echoed, and the whole attention turned to him. Everyone wanted to see who it was. Well, the emcee didn't waste any time, before declaring the auction, closed. I stared in uncertainty, as I didn't have any idea, about any drama that was even happening at the moment. "Sold to Alpha Roman Moscow!" The emcee mumbled under his breathe, and dashed off the stage with immediate effect like someone who had seen a ghost.