The Lycan King's Purchased Luna

Escape While Pregnant

Avelora Pov

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"Okay, Mister, pay up now and she's all yours," my father stepped forward then, talking directly to my new master.

His amber eyes flicked up, finally breaking eye contact with me. I, however, still couldn't quite look away from him. This made me notice the way his eyes changed, going from almost soft to cold and furious.

"And you are?" He asked, his deep voice making my insides heat up.

"I'm her father. She belongs to me for now. If you want her, you'll have to pay me and take my permission," my father stated.

His glare sharpened some more, becoming lethal. If looks could kill, my father would be six feet under by now.

"What the f**k did you just say?" My new master hissed at my father, his voice dangerously low, the kind that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're her father? And you're selling her like this? Are you even listening to yourself right now, you lowly, little s**t?" He said, his jaw clenched in anger as he took a threatening step forward, easily towering over my father in all his tall, muscular, broad shouldered glory.

For the first time in my life, I saw actual, raw fear in my father's eyes as he took an almost instinctive step back.

But my new master wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.

With a snarl that nearly shook the walls of the bleak establishment we were in, he reached forward and ripped the chains holding me captive with his bare hands, making everyone present let out a collective gasp. They slowly began to back off, including my father, clearly scared of his blatant display of strength.

My father raised his hands in front of him, trying to placate my extremely furious new master.

"Look, sir," he started, his voice trembling a little as he did so. "This is an auction. And I'm only here to sell what belongs to me to the highest—"

"Belongs to you?" The masked man cut him off, the barely restrained cold fury in his voice chilling me to the bone.

"The only one she belongs to is me. No one gets to touch her. No one gets to lay a finger on her except me," The masked man stated, his glare turning hotter by the minute.

My father frowned at him, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing my arm with which I was holding the pole to keep myself upright now that my chains had been broken.

I hissed as his nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. Before I could react, my new master let out a furious roar, his eyes zeroing in on my father's hand on my arm.

And then, chaos erupted.

Faster than I could blink, he had ripped my father's arm off of me before pushing him back with enough force that his back hit the wall a few feet away with a loud thud.

Some of the people gathered around us tried to stop him from hurting my father further, two people jumping on his back to stop him while another two grabbed his arms to pull him back. But he pushed them all off of him with surprising ease, sending people flying in different directions as if they weighed no less than confetti.

I gasped when he roared loudly, his amber eyes darkening as he glared at the people around us, daring them to come at him.

No one stepped forward.

Without another word, he stalked towards me. Kneeling before me, he broke the chain binding my legs. Once that was done, he picked me up in his arms princess style.

He frowned deeply when he noticed my rather unfocused gaze.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" He asked me, his voice rough.

"My father...." I began, hoping my slow, slurred words were making sense to him. "He drugged me," I said.

I realised he understood me perfectly when he turned to glare at my father again who lay half unconscious against the wall a few feet away. Honestly, I didn't feel even an ounce of regret as I watched him lay there.

"Let's get you to a hospital then," my new master muttered before getting off the make shift floor and walking towards the exit, everyone around us clearing a wide path for him.

After how easily he had warded off those attacks, clearly no one present here wanted to mess with him. Besides, I didn't think I was worth the hassle to any of them. They could have some other poor girl in the future without having to fight a beast of a man for it.

Whatever my father had given me had started to wear off, because when my new master placed me in the backseat of his car, I could actually scoot over a bit to make myself comfortable, the leather cool against my barely clothed body. My already short dress had ridden up a little when I sat and I pulled it down just as my new master got in right next to me.

"Take us to the hospital," he told the driver, and the car started moving at once.

I looked up at him, then. He still hadn't taken his mask off, only his eyes were visible.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask him.

He looked at me then, his amber eyes darkening a shade as his eyes raked over my body, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Without a word, he pulled his jacket off and covered me with it, his scent and warmth enveloping me fully.

I frowned when he didn't say anything in reply. Was he angry? Did he not want to tell me his identity?

"I'm your master now. And you're my slave, mine to do with as I please." Just when I thought he wasn't going to reply, he replied.

My eyes widened at his words. When I heard that he was taking me to the hospital, I thought that maybe he was a kind man who was helping me. He had even fought with my father to free me. But I realised that he had probably only done that so he didn't have to pay for me, and he was only taking me to the hospital so he could make sure I was well enough to work for him as his slave.

I gulped, fear bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I thought of what all he would make me do. I'd heard that a slave's life was extremely miserable. They were worked to the bone with no compensation whatsoever.

I shook my head to myself. No. I couldn't let myself get caught up in this. I had to run away from him. I had to go to my mate. He would protect me and our unborn child.

When the car came to a halt outside the hospital, the drug had worn off enough that I could now walk on my own.

My new master took me inside to the emergency room where I was laid on a hospital bed and told to wait for the doctor by a nurse.

Before she could leave, I asked her, "Where's the washroom?"

She pointed to a door on the far end of the room with a smile.

I looked at my master, asking for permission to go, hoping he would say yes.

When he nodded silently, I quickly got out of the bed and walked towards the door, praying that it had a window I could escape from.

My prayers were answered when I walked inside to see a window big enough for me to fit my body through and escape.

So, that's exactly what I did.

I escaped to go see my mate.