THE REVENGE OF A QUEEN'S BLOOD

Saved!!!

~Aurora

The slavers tied me up with a rope and taped my mouth preventing me from making a any sound. They had dropped me down, and now I was on the bare grass while the three of them looked lustfully, and maliciously at me.

I struggled to loose my self but my strength failed me once again, as the race which I ran had exhusated my strength. The rope was so tight that with every move I make, it leaves a mark on my body and finally I gave up on the attempt.

The slavers, watched me struggle and laughed in mockery. One of them came up to me with a greedy eyes and haughty smile. His hands stretched out to touch me I reacted quickly by kicking him in his balls.

He stepped back and groaned in pain in impact while the others laughed more at their friend's weakness, which made me infuriated but I was helpless and I couldn't do anything.

“This Omega has quite a temper, looks like we've found a good one." A slaver said behind,.with a chuckle. The one which I kicked, suddenly got up angrily, with a syringe in his hands.

He got closer to me, raised it and punctured my legs with it, I watched as he injected me with it. I yelped in pain, Momentarily, I started feeling dizzy. My head felt light and it dangled on my neck.

He picked me up from the ground, seeing how weak I was, and placed me over his shoulder.

My eyes were still dizzy but I could see a slaver coming towards me with a stamp.

This was an exclusive slave stamp, I struggled with him but he managed to stamp it on the back of my hands, marking me as a blood slave.

This act infuriated me and a surge of humiliation and anger swept through my body.

It looks as if the drug infection had suddenly wear off, as I tore the tape from my mouth and bit the slaver who carried me. He dropped me hard on the floor and yelled in pain, holding the place that he had just been bitten.

The slaver never expected the attack he got, even the influence of the drug, his back was now stained with blood and a mark of teeth paired at his back, where I bit him.

The others, suddenly raised a whip, which was used on stubborn slaves, over me and whipped my body. I tried using my hands to cover my body but it did little as the whip penetrated. Soon, I started loosing conscious, my vision blur and then everything thing black out.

In the midst of this chaos, the slavers noticed she was out and tried carrying her away to continue their journey when all of a sudden they heard foot steps approaching them.

it sounded like a group of people running and they all became alert, taking Various weapon with them and some ready to change into their werewolves to protect themselves from what was out there.

It all got quite and A silhouette figure made it's way out from the bush. The figure seems to be man, and his aura was so domineering that it made the slavers whimper almost to the point of wetting their pants. He stood so tall like a light in the midst of darkness, with his packs following behind him. They look strong and courageous with their stance and it showed in thier faces. They were an elite werewolf combat team, known in the country.

They were like “the mighty crew members”

The man was the first to speak breaking the silence.

“This is my territory. i want to know the reason why you invade my territory?” His voice sounded so Icy that it sent shivers and goosebumps to the slavers.

The slavers were quite, they knew this man was a very famous and dangerous man, and they were trespassing his territory. He had every right to end them then and there if he chooses to. None of them said a word as they were all scared of what they would do to them if they said the wrong thing.

I blinked my eyes severally, it finally opened but I was still weak due to the drug effect. I pushed myself off the ground and was now sitting on my butt.

I watched as another team of people where interrogating my slavers, fear in their eyes. This new team looked strong and courageous that you couldn't miss it.

Their appearance alone speaks bravery like a warrior or hunter, hunting for their packs.

My eyes widen as I noticed Someone in particular. His face looked awfully familiar but I can not tell where I had seen him.

“I am asking a question here. Why are you invading my territory?. Don't you keep quiet” He halfed yelled, getting impatient with the slavers. His wolf pack behind him let out a threatening growl.

I watched as the slavers gulped down at their saliva's and open their mouth to say something.

This voice. I know this voice. Who does this remind me of?

I racked my brain, thinking of who the man standing before us was. His gaze suddenly met mine and at the instance I recognize whom it was.

Those eyes. I have definitely seen this eyes before. But where exactly?. I'm 100… no 200% sure of it. My intuition don't lie.

Like a light bulb idea, I recognize whom it was.

Jaxon Buell? My werewolf lover. Ex love to say.

What was he doing here?.

Does he recognize me? I guess not. I have a new face and more features.

His gaze left my mine and was now facing the slavers. Who were still trembling.

It will be a shame if he ever found out who I was but I'm very sure that will never be the case. I looked the same but very different even the moon Goddess wouldn't recognize me.

Thanks to the moon Goddess. I whispered to myself.