The Savage Alpha's Rebel

Jade's POV.

"Nine hundred million one...

Nine hundred million two...

Nine hundred million three..." The man on the podium counted.

With a bang of hammer, "Sold for nine hundred million." He completed the auction.

And that's how… I was sold.

"Today's auction is completed. Please collect your orders from the back of the stage after making your respective payments. See you guys next week at the same time. Thank you so much."

I was dragged by a bald man. He was way too built for his height. He ended under my ear but his grip was tight. He made me hiss at his touch as he winked.

"You are hot!" He ran a hand along my back.

My eyes widened in shock and a shot of adrenaline injected itself in my veins. That was disgusting. I had never had a man touch me so nastily.

But there was nothing I could do. Because I was sold.

My father... That filthy disgusting man I called father for twenty four years of my life sold me away. Although it was a party that he said he was taking me to. When I opened my eyes, I was in a room full of naked and injured girls, trying to hide themselves away from guards who came to pick them up.

My heart bleeds and every fucking hair on my body burns like a honeybee's bite whenever I think about him. His face transforms into stygian dark, red eyes and teeth grow out like a monster's as I imagine his face in the back of my head.

"It's bad to see you going so soon." He stuck his tongue out.

It's only been a few hours since I was brought here. And I am already sold. Because I am a Virgin.

And Virgins have a huge demand among men.

"I could tongue your pussy once." He winked and pinched my butt, sending a current of disgust through me.

I wish I could pull his tongue and roll it around his neck. I was helpless though. I had to endure his filthy touch all the way to the back of the stage. The two women who escorted me till here flashed a happy grin as though I were their best friend, who won a commendable award.

"I knew it, honeybee." The fat one clapped her hands. "No girl made us so much profit."

"And who bought her here?" I tightened my fingers into a ball. So this is the man who brought me here into this hellish place.

"Yeah, whatever." The fat woman said and took my custody.

She took me to the rear of the factory with a shutter that was unbolted. All the men, sexy to bald and old I have seen sitting in the hall, were gathered there.

Silence engulfed the environment when I reached there. All men turned to me— lust clouding their visions. Some of them winked at me and some licked their lips, feeling regretful for not being able to purchase a product like me.

This made me sympathize with poor pets in those fancy pet shops located on the side of busy streets. They must feel this way. I lowered my gaze as tears weakened my determination. I was suddenly shaking. To top my fright, my owner graced the area with his terrorizing personality.

But hell... No. I won't give in. I won't let any nasty man touch even a single strand of my hair.

He was a man so tall that I ended up just under his shoulder. His build was powerful. My nails bit into my palms as I tried not to look freaked out yet excited at the same time. He was grotesque.

"Hey, darling," His hand went around me.

I shut my eyes tight as he lowered his head. "You are beautiful. I never bought a woman so sexy." He said quietly.

My choppers ground together. What the hell were they seeing in me so charming that they can't hold back the urge of describing me like that? This was the fourth compliment so far. Trust me it feels like I am a candy they all want to suck.

There's not much difference even in my human form, is there? Truth being that they all vision me as candy only.

"Open your eyes and look at your master, darling. Look at your owner." He lifted my face with his finger going under my chin.

With a swig of the lump I had in my throat, I slowly undid the shutters of my eyes. He was menacing. Every inch of this man alarmed me. He put my sixth sense at alert.

"H-hi," His large hand ran across my cheek as I hushed that.

His eyebrows went under his foreshadowing hair. He smirked amusingly and replied, "Wow. You are a legit thing to own."

His hand went around my waist causing my heart to hammer in my chest. I didn't falter my gaze though. I kept staring at him while I forged my lips.

"C-can you t-take me out of this place, m-master? I don't like being stared at like a public monument." He scanned me critically and beamed in surprise.

I have been different since. They may not have seen a girl so approachable and cooperative. All of them had their eyes on me.

I wasn't throwing tantrums or my hands or legs. My face was set properly and the make up was not melting away either. My eyes were melting but the tears never gushed out. I might look exotic to them. Exotic that excites men.

"I regret not bidding further. She's heavenly." I heard a man on my left. Someone whose voice was frequently echoing in the hall. He was an active bidder.

A bunch of men even expressed their regrets with each other for having me slip out of their clutch. That they could enjoy me every bit if only they didn't stop quoting. They all desired me.

"Why not, darling. I'll take you out of here." My buyer said and snapped his fingers.

Much to my shock a team of three hulk-like bodyguards jumped out of nowhere. They had guns tucked at the side of their waist. They surrounded us from the front as my so-called owner led me further in the protection of his guards.

"By the way," He gave me a look he assumed was tempting, "You can call me Matteo."

Matteo... So his name is Matteo. He is undoubtedly handsome but I hate men like him. Who trade girls and spend millions of dollars for someone's virginity are no men. They are beasts. And I will teach this beast a good lesson before I make my escape.

Not to mention that the plan is ready in my head.

His hand held me tight to his side as we crossed the place, those men staring at my body hungrily. We were in the car parking. We stopped there while Matteo's one of the guards went to get the car.

"Hop in, sweet heart." Matteo said.

I nervously sucked a breath and scanned the three guards. One had taken the driver's seat and the other two strode away to another black BMW.

"What makes my possession take so long?" Matteo breathed near my neck and I jolted away.

I stepped up and deliberately collapsed at his feet.

"Ouch!!!" I let out a strong cry clutching my feet as he kneeled down.

"Are you ok—" Before he finished his query, I reached further down to my foot and grabbed out a stiletto.

I smacked it hard in his face and got up before the guards had any chance to seize me down in the spot.

"CATCH HERRRR!" Matteo bellowed on my back.

"Catch that damned bitch."

I could sense heavy men behind me. However I had no guts to see at my back. I ran crazily like a roadrunner. I forgot I was wearing an uncomfortable dress that revealed my legs till the upper thighs. Even so I ran and ran. It didn't matter. I just continued running even though I was out of breath.

There were constant prayers going on in my head as I prayed to god to help me.

"Ahh," Just by an inch, a hand failed to catch my hair.

I may be trapped. I am not helpless. I know how to find my way out.

Crying over spilt milk is not in my nature. My father might have decided my fate by selling me away, but I will choose its course and how I want to live my life to be. And I want it full of freedom.

I won't yeild. Not to anyone. Not to any difficult situation. I will persist. I will fight.

I took a left turn as there was no path ahead and *thud* I bumped into someone.

"Hey, hey, are you okay young lady?" Two sturdy arms grabbed me by the elbow, preventing my fall.

I could hear those men behind me. Their thudding steps caused me to bite back a sob.

"Eh?" I didn't care to look up who the man was and instead snaked my arms around his waist. He was surprised, no doubt about that.

My eyes burned and my mouth was dry. My throat was bitter with bile as I tried not to give away how fucking scared I was. But I couldn't manage it though. I was trembling like a metal sheet under a rough windstorm.

"H-help, th-they want to h-hurt me."

Jade's POV.

"Who wants to hurt you?" I heard the man say.

But my insecurities were so intense that I tightened my grip around him and sniffed. I didn't care if he was a good person or not, I just clutched onto him as if I was a baby and he my mother.

"Hey," His hand came on top of my head and trailed a soft caress.

That gesture welled up my eyes. It broke the barricades of my persistence I had been holding onto stiff and strongly, letting my tears loose. I was pretending to be tough but now I was weeping with sobs and loud cries in his arms.

He shushed me. His hands held me in his arms as he stroked my head. I had wanted this coming from my father. The person who made me and raised me to a woman I was today. Call it my bad luck or simply his greed for money but he sold me out- and now I am standing in the arms of a man whose face I didn't even get to see.

"Matteo," My fingers balled around his blazer as I heard him call out Matteo's name.

Adrenaline moistened my eyes. I escaped only to fall in the hands of a man that knows my owner.

Jerking away, I hugged my hands and breathed deeply. My owner with his there body guards was standing quietly. He alternatively looked at me then the man I had ran into.

He was.... Handsome!

Damn it, what's wrong with me lately? Every man I am seeing turns out to be extremely gorgeous. It feels like I have jumped into a world full of attractive men.

I turned my head in order to take a glimpse of the person who made me feel safe. Just for several seconds... It did help me cry out my true emotions.

He was tall with eyes darker than a night on a full moon. There was a stroke of white hair on his forehead before a forest of thick black hair. His stance was confident and shoulders broader than Matteo. It was hard to breathe in this situation but this man had a smirk entertaining his face.

"Why do you want to hurt her, Matteo?" Oh no no... I wanted to open my mouth and blurt that out.

Unfortunately, my mouth was sealed tight. All that I could manage was fearful mewling and painful moans… and sobbing.

But I noticed Matteo was shivering. He glanced at me and sighed. "I just purchased her." His tone was polite, naughtiness and confidence leaving his voice.

Then the other man brought his eyes on me, "If he purchased you, I'm afraid you have to go with him, dear." He caused my eyes to well up again.

Like seriously? After making me feet safe in his fatherly arms he was telling me that I have to go with him. My mouth dropped. I had an urge to fall on the ground and pull my hair, and cry like a maniac in an asylum.

I cursed that greedy bastard who I have been calling my father and pressed my lips together.

I may have met Matteo just now but I can sense his fury. He may stand now harmlessly but I can imagine him beating me like master to a slave. I can see in his eyes the lust for my body that said he would make me pay in bed.

I wiped my tears and faced the older man, "Would you be saying the same thing if someone sold your daughter off, then she was dolled up like a piece of meat for customers in a factory, and threw her in a room full of hungry buyers, who would gawk at her barely dressed body?!" The man was taken aback.

Matteo gave me a dark look. It was a warning asking me to keep my mouth shut. I just stared straight in the old man's eyes and resumed, "Where men coming from different walks of life quoted her price until the highest bidder bought her? Yes, sir? Would you appreciate that happening with your daughter?"

"I..." The man with a stroke of white hair on his forehead stared at my face, speechless. His face has suddenly become a shade of yellow... Pallid yellow as if blood had drained out of his body and he was barely alive.

It can be seen that he was aware of the grooming factory, but the heinous activities going on within was unheard-of. Or so... He knew only a little!

"If you are okay with girls being treated like herd, bought and sold, botched and sliced, then I won't mind going back with this person who proudly told you he is my owner." I took a step towards Matteo.

He was ready to lay his hand on me and grab me in a murderous grip. But I stopped and looked at the old man again, trying one last time, hope still intact in my mind, "I'll go with him, sir, however tonight when he rapes me– his men fuck me and tear my pure Virgin body to shreds for trying to escape them... I will blame you."

The old man gasped. A little shade of red rimmed his eyes as he fisted his fingers.

"Because I made an escape risking my life. It's you who didn't make an attempt to save me. It's you who'll answer to God on the judgement day." His eyes ogled my back when I approached Matteo.

"Come on, take me." I whispered, my voice shaking. "I won't run away."

Matteo caught my wrist. A muscle at his jaw flicked and the clenching of his teeth made me pray for my dear life and its safety after this moment. He squeezed my hand mercilessly and I bit back a sob. It was his way of expressing his chagrin.

"Okay then," He eyed the old man at my back, his voice still shivery like he was hesitant in the presence of this man, "I'll take your leave, Alpha."

Alpha? I chewed the inside of my cheek with my eyebrows shrinking together. I couldn't help but read the features of this other man. Undoubtedly, he had a powerful aura and his stance spoke of wealth. I gave him a look as if I was disgusted by his presence irrespective of the respect his personality demanded.

Matteo commenced a walk ahead as his hand gripped mine tighter. "Ahh!" This time a yelp filtered out of my mouth even though I tried to hold it back.

Matteo gestured to one of his men to bring the car here. He was making sure his hold was deathly on my wrist, seeing to it that I must not have another chance at escape. His body guards walked behind me menacingly, increasing the cyclone of fear within me.

"Ahh," Another painful moan erupted from my mouth alongside scorching tears as Matteo squeezed my hand tighter, causing my mind to blank out.

We were out of the glance of the man my owner referred to as alpha and was about to take a turn that would lead us to his car when I felt warm fingers wrapping around the forearm of the hand Matteo was holding.

When I looked up, it was the old man looking at me intensely,"Let her go, Matteo." inhibiting our stride.