Enslaved By The Ruthless Alpha

ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO Amelia’s Point Of View "Auctioned For Slavery.” The words alone were enough to send shivers down my spine. I shuddered, swallowing hard to quench my suddenly parched throat. My lips were painfully chapped and cracked, and I could taste dried blood on them. I hadn't had anything to drink in hours, and my mouth was as dry as cotton. Surprisingly, the thought of being sold into slavery frightened me less than the alternative, which was living with my stepfather. The thought of being kept, of being locked with him, made me want to rip out my hair and flee in terror. I couldn't recall a world without hunger, hiding, or death. I couldn't remember a time when food was bought in stores and houses were heated and cooled. I had known a world of woods and caverns, of hunting and fending for myself. My father was the leader of a werewolf rebel movement, my mother was dead, and my stepfather had tried everything to get rid of me. My life had been extremely hard. My stepfather had now sold me to the slave market. I should have been overjoyed because living with him was hell. But I had no idea what awaited me in the outside world. I had no idea who would buy me or if they would be any nicer than my stepfather. I hoped to be a house slave, cleaning and cooking all day. That was something I excelled at. My attention was drawn back to the stage set up in front of us by a sudden movement. A stage where we would be marched forward, individually examined, and chosen from the specimens on display. I shuddered once again as I battled to maintain my calm in this rapidly dissolving and completely new reality. "Be brave, Amelia." I gulped hard and managed a slight nod. I pushed back the hot wave of tears that rushed into my eyes. I straightened my shoulders, refusing to show weakness in front of the slave dealers who were now lined up in front of us. There was a ripple of activity among the other slaves who were also auctioned for slavery. I noticed the gate had been opened and slaves were being dragged out. I stared in horror as they escorted the first individual up the stairs to the stage. I didn't recognize the young woman who was openly sobbing as she was paraded before a line of purchasers anxious for a slave. Slaves were brought out to the buyers one by one. Some were purchased for a great price, while others were sold for a few cents. I was so terrified that I could barely breathe. Suddenly, it was my turn. I didn’t fight the rough hands that seized hold of me; I was in too much shock, too worried, and too dazed to even begin to fight. I was paraded in front of the multitude assembled on the stage, then led through the slave buyers crowding the streets. It appeared that the werewolves on stage had first pick, while those on the street had second pick if they so desired. I was dragged back past the people on stage and yanked about, but no one claimed me. I wasn't as relieved as I had anticipated. What would happen if no one bought me? Will I be returned to my stepfather? Or will I have an even more terrible life? My pulse pounded in my chest, and I could scarcely see through the flood of adrenaline and horror that washed over me. I blinked dazedly as I glanced out the window, oblivious of the man who stepped nearer. "I will take it." It! It! My mind screamed and I recoiled in dismay at the word. I could barely breathe through the panic constricting my chest. The thing that had claimed me was moving through the crowd, digging into his pocket much. He was a hideous thing, but they were all hideous, twisted, and nasty to me. But this one was particularly repulsive, with hunched shoulders, a pointy nose, and nasty hazel eyes. He appeared deformed, nasty, and wrong. He took a step forward and grabbed my chin firmly. I winced and attempted to yank away as he jerked my head back and forth, but he wouldn't let go. "She might be entertaining for a while, but she's easily broken." I was almost wheezing and trying to be brave, but I could feel myself falling apart. This man was going to do a lot of horrible things to me. None of them would be good, and they would all be designed to annihilate my body, torment my mind, and quickly break my spirit. Money was exchanged, and the two werewolves who were holding me dismissively let me go to the man. I felt compelled to flee, to run screaming down the street, but I wouldn't get very far, and I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of witnessing my breakdown. My new master began dragging me toward the stairs, completely disregarding the fact that I could barely keep up with his much faster speed. As he approached the steps, I swayed, attempting to keep my trembling legs beneath me. “Wait!” A powerful voice bounced off the surrounding buildings and boomed across the crowd assembled on the street. It resonated with authority and a commanding tone that froze me in my tracks. My master froze, his grasp relaxed on my arm, but he didn't let go. The crowd shook, murmuring flooded the air, but were quickly stopped when the crowd stepped aside to expose a tall man standing in the middle of the street. Not a man, but rather one of the most savage werewolves of all time. He was the Alpha of the creakstone pack, notorious for being ruthless and emotionless. He stood nonchalantly, his big shoulders pushed back and his face expressionless. His black hair was tussled and tumbled in waves about his strong face, emphasizing his deadly good looks. I tried not to admire his looks, but I found myself doing so as I drank in his presence. His dark blue shirt clung to his upper body, revealing a glimpse of the sculpted muscles that ridged his belly, chest, and biceps. A gray wolf stood by his side. The wolf's eyes were dazzling emeralds, fixed on me as it sat unmoving. Two more werewolves waited behind the Alpha, but I barely noticed them as the striking creature who had disrupted the proceedings made his way forward. What was the Alpha doing at a slave auction? My master tightened his grip on my upper arm, finally breaking the eerie silence. As he spoke, his voice trembled. "Ah, your Highness. It is quite a shock to see you here.” My mouth parted with a small puff of air as I took in the powerful Alpha with weary eyes. Though I didn’t know much about the Alpha, I’d heard rumors of him. I’d mostly heard that he was just as cruel and heartless as his father. Apparently the rumors I’d heard about him were true, as everyone seemed to be fearful of the creature before me. I could feel his attention riveted upon me, feel his keen interest as he watched me. He slowly turned to face my master. "Let her go. She will come with me."