Two Alphas, One Sex Slave

Footsteps approached me where I was tied. The chain hanging on my neck was tugged and I struggled to catch my breath.

"Stand up!" A heavy voice dictated and I did as I was told, the cold ground sending a chill through my bare feet.

Still walking, the surroundings kept getting louder.

Rough laughter.

Skunk smell of cigarettes.

Murmurs of men.

There were lots of them bidding on something. After what felt like an eternity, a forceful kick sent me sprawling onto a stage.

"Two thousand for this little slut!" One of the men offered, laughing like a stray hyena.

The rest cheered at it, and my heart skipped as hands traced my bare skin.

It was dark. I couldn't see since I'd been blindfolded but the grimy hands almost crawling into my pants made me jump in fear.

My cuffed hands were powerless behind my back, my clothes stripped away. I couldn't do anything in defense, only to sob and sob till my eyes pleaded for mercy.

I am such a failure.

My life itself is so useless and worthless.

Mum died in the pool of her cold blood when the Bloody Noon pack invaded our pack. Since then, everything has changed. My father changed, the dynamics in the pack changed, the scent of the food changed— I changed.

I went from being the apple of my father's eyes to someone he could barely stand. He exchanged me for money on the request of his new wife and I have been working here as a slave for almost six years.

Being an Omega, I was made to do jobs meant for four to five people to accomplish, most times on an empty stomach. The Goddess knew the kinds of beatings I'd received if I flopped at any task.

At first, I put up resistance but slowly I gave up. Escaping from here was impossible with the tight security in place. I had to get used to the bitter life and try to survive each day.

Last week, I had turned eighteen and shifted to my wolf for the first time in chains, with no one to walk me through the unbelievable pain, no one to cheer me as they did for the others.

But what else could be worse than being auctioned to sex monsters?

"Not so fast, gentlemen," I heard from my side, followed by a cane lash on my skin. It seemed it was the announcer trying to stop them from doing anything stupid.

The voice grew closer. "Long hair, Rosy cheeks, Cherry lips." His cane lifted both my breasts and I winced. "It's still a fresh piece. Even 100k is too small for this beautiful damsel."

They all laughed like they were mocking the first bidder. Before the announcer could say anything else, a voice shook everyone.

"One million."

The place grew silent. I couldn't believe it. 1 million dena? To buy me??

Even the announcer was shocked for a while.

"On-one million! Wow!" He fake laughed. "I wasn't expecting that. Any other bids?"

People just whispered amongst themselves but no one dared to speak up.

The thoughts of what power the mysterious buyer held that made them lament at his voice, and why he would offer that much for a slave itched my skin.

Their endless murmurs made it worse.

"Going once! Going twice!!"

The suspense lingered, and the crowd hushed.

"Alright then, SOLD!!"

And just like that I was sold to this unknown man.

The same force from earlier harshly grabbed my arm, followed by another and I was pulled up to a standing position.

My head hung as I was dragged out of the bidding room, and down what felt like stairs if the corners digging into my knees said anything.

Harsh lights flashed through the folds of my eyes, and for the first time in several months, I felt like I was not blind. My eyes could still sense things.

My mind was foggy and my body numb. I had never left the cold, damp walls of this foreboding dungeon in years, so barely could I say if we were heading outside or not.

A cool breeze penetrated the pores of my skin as soon as we got somewhere, and in an instant, I was thrust into a seat.

The space was filled with awkward silence, until someone, obviously my purchaser, lit up a pipe of tobacco.

He drew closer, his finger tracing my bare skin, down to my thigh. I could only fidget nervously in my seat.

"Good to know my gold was well-spent," His baritone voice echoed in my ear, followed by a spank on my ear lobe and I winced.

Suddenly, he offered the host. "Do you smoke?" he asked, his voice sharp.

I shook my head in fear, attempting to part my lips to respond, but his mild laugh cut me off. "Oh! I forgot! You are blindfolded. My bad."

"I don't like women who smoke either way, so it was better you didn't answer," he chirped in right after.

My cheeks flushed with fear. I hesitated, my voice trembling, "W-why di-did you of-offer me one then?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, offering no explanation, and blew the smoke directly on my face.

My eyes burned despite the fold, and felt swollen, as if they might pop out of their sockets. I tried desperately to hold back the cough scratching at my throat, but I couldn’t stop it from escaping.

I was breathing fast, not because of the smoke, but because of every slight tendency that he could get irritated by the constant hard cough and hit me. I am his property and he could do to me as he pleased.

But…

He seemed so much in his element, seeing me suffer. I could sense it.

"Get used to all of this, this is your new misery now, okay?" His voice, so blunt and aggressive. He continued his smoking and blew more on my face, not caring if I choked on it.

Swallowing a million different responses, I went with the only one he really wanted me to say.

"Yes, Master."

The sound of horses' hooves halting on the cobblestones and the creaking of the carriage wheels sent a jolt of unease coursing through me. All I heard next was a clap and huge hands pulled me out of the carriage and dragged me with them.

The smell of sandalwood lingered in the air which I found oddly comfortable despite the circumstances. But that wasn't important. Why can't I still see, up till now?

The darkness still enveloping me, the absence of sight, sends tendrils of fear creeping through my veins.

"She looks more beautiful than the rest of them," one of their voices grated against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I bet she would last a while."

I flinched at his words, panic clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down. The other voice chimed in with a venomous tone, and I felt a sharp pang of dread.

"She looks malnourished. She might die after a whip," he sneered, and I could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me.

The implications of their words sank in like lead weights in my stomach as I fathomed the possibilities of ending up like the other girls since it had been rumored that those sold as sex slaves rarely witnessed sunrise the new week.

I had suffered enough torture behind bars for 7 years, surviving on stale bread and dirty lake water if I were even lucky that day, with hopes of light at the end of the tunnel – hopes of being sold and having a much easier life.

But alas, the Goddess must be finding my suffering entertaining.

"Keep her in my chambers. I will join her soon!" My Master's command intensified the pain in my abdomen.

His men forcefully escorted me up countless stairs, each step feeling like a step closer to my demise, until we finally reached the room where they unceremoniously threw me onto a plush mattress.

As I tried to sit up, the chains bound to my ankles made it even harder. I shivered and felt tears welling up, scared of what might happen to me like the rumored girls.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

The calm room turned tense, prompting me to stagger to my feet without hesitation.

His presence drew closer. "Well. Well. Well…Look what we got here."

Those fingers, like iron claws, found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks with a grip that felt suffocating.

"You. Look. So. Sexy." he breathed. "What is your name, Omega?" He asked, his tone icy and scary.

All I could do was quiver my lips, and I bet he took that offensive.

"Answer me!" He growled.

"A- Aria."

"So, little Aria," his hand left my face, caressing the vulnerable vein on my neck. "I want to assume you are ready for me tonight."

My knees went weak at those words, completely surrendering to him.

He leaned to me and gently pulled off the fold on my eye. My eyes peeled open to the bright translucent light rays of the massive room I was in.

Upon meeting the face of the man right in front of me, my heart didn't skip a beat; it hammered with annoyance.

Alpha of Dendrick…the evil bastard. I knew there was something off about him, with all that whispering at the auction hall.

A scar on his left eye, brown orbs, thick eyebrows, gray beard. The same despot who robbed me of my joy. The villain who callously snuffed out my only source of happiness.

Bastard!

Devil!

Scoundrel!

His jaw clenched as he glowered down at me, and I wished I had the guts to sock him right in the kisser.

Every ounce of pain, suffering, and loathing I endured over the years pricked my veins as he stepped closer.

Something in me yearned to plunge a dagger into him and feed his worthless heart to the forest beasts.

But even as I raged in my mind, another part of me couldn't deny the fact that he had the upper hand and could kill me in the process.

The Alpha chuckled darkly, dispelling my thoughts, those bloody god-forsaken eyes blazing with a hunger that made my skin crawl.

In a quick movement, he turned me over to the back.

Slowly, he unzipped my dress, letting it slink down my breast. I felt exposed and vulnerable, fear prickling up my spine.

My breath came in fast, nervous gasps, my chest rising and falling erratically.

As the material parted, he let out a low growl, admiring the sight of my pale yet delicate skin. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me close. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he trailed his hands from my belly button up to my chest.

His fingers found my breasts, and despite my irritation, I couldn't help but gasp at his touch, my heart racing even faster as he continued to toy with me.

"You are mine," The Alpha breathes against my ear. "Only mine. Don't forget that." His voice is intoxicating, his words hoady, seductive.

I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be having anything to do with my mother's murderer. But those forbidden, unfamiliar feelings that I have tried to deny surface and run amok through my drained body.

I flush, and somewhere deep, deep down my belly clenches deliciously.

"Get on your knees!" He orders, his voice soft but urgent.

I do as he asks, staring into his eyes, mesmerized, and he is looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening.

What was he up to?

"Good girl," he breathes, his hand brushing off the hair that blocked my face. He steps away to the bedside and comes back with a black leather handcuff.

"Hold your hands together in front of you," he orders again and I doubt where this is heading to.

I am still submissive, despite all the worst-case scenarios running through my novice mind. He binds my wrist with the cuff and tosses the key on the bed.

His eyes are bright with so much excitement. His length gets even bigger with every dirty smirk he makes.

"Oh, Aria, what shall I do with you?" He sounds goofy, crouching down to my height. "You tell me, what do I do to you?"

Of course, he knew I wouldn't reply to him; he was frightening me. His thumb pressed on my bottom lip and my heart beat a frantic rhythm.

Suddenly, a hand tangled in my hair, wanking my feet up to the ground. The cuff was connected, each strap to the long metal hooks on the ceiling.

"Get ready to be sick of me." The Alpha pulled out his belt from the strap. I desperately shook my head at him, but all he could give me was a smile — a frosty one.

Harsh slapping of skin was frequently echoing in the room as he mercilessly lashed me like his life depended on it. My hands were hung in the air, so no matter how much I writhed, I couldn't escape.

"Alpha!" I cried out but no one came to my aid, no one heard my cry, even if they did, no one would dare intervene knowing the Alpha of Dendrick was a part of it.

"Alpha--- please!" The sharp belt kissed my back and I could have sworn a sharp cut was left in the wake of that impact.

My eyes pleaded for leniency, but that gave him more pleasure to whip me further.

"I am your Master. You are mine and only mine," was all I could hear last until the following lash caused the world around me to spin. I felt my head striking against the ground, my eyes shut and welcomed total darkness amplified with intense pain.