"Y'all, line up!" Slave master Raphael, dressed in a black jacket, spoke sternly, "When we enter the auction area, none of you will say a word, and all of you will remain quiet. Is that understood?"

The slaves nodded their heads in agreement, and no one dared to say another word. I stood in the middle of the group, silently awaiting my fate.

My name is Aray, and I was once the daughter of Beta from the Crescent Pack. My father was a wonderful warrior of the pack, and with his warm smile and steady gaze, he always encouraged me to believe that I could be as brave as him.

However, the relentless hand of fate caused me to fall from heaven to hell. My father had been set up to take part in the mutiny, and the entire tribe had been deceived by false officials. In a merciless trial, many innocent people were sentenced to death, including my father.

I am the last living member of the pack, forced into slavery.

One by one, the slaves were led into the auction room, and the line before me grew thinner. It would soon be my turn.

"You, get in there!" Raphael thrust me unceremoniously into the auction chamber, caught me by the hair and forced me to look up.

I saw Alphas from various packs sitting in the stands in the auction chamber. One of the grey-haired men at the head of the group was scanning my entire body, with a lecherous look in his eyes, staring between my legs.

Instantly, I tightened my legs in shame, feeling as if the man's eyes were sharp hooks tearing away the thin garment from me. I felt exposed and humiliated.

"Slaves from Crescent Pack are up for auction," Rafael paused deliberately for a few seconds, as if intent on whetting the purchaser's appetite.

"A virgin," he said aloud.

Alphas' eyes cut into my skin like blades, threatening to strip away my last remnants of dignity.

I couldn't bring myself to meet those eyes, for they were not fixed on me but rather lusting after a plaything to possess.

The sound of the auction rang in my ears, and Raphael's shouts became a shrill hum. My whole body ached as if I had been pricked with a thousand needles.

High bids continued throughout the auction, I felt like a lamb on a leash, being dragged around and at the mercy of others.

After the first round of bidding, only two buyers remained. One was an old white-haired man sitting in front of me. The other was a mysterious man, hidden behind a screen. I couldn't see his face. I guess he was a powerful Alpha. Each time it was his turn to bid for me, he remained silent as a statue.

When the final round of bidding began, the older gray-haired man didn't hesitate to make a staggering offer, and everyone in the room looked surprised as he held up the sign.

"One hundred thousand!" Raphael exclaimed.

I looked at the confident, haughty face of the white-haired man, and a little fear crept over me. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, as if sending me a message.

Then the Beta at the side of the mysterious man who stepped up, lifting the sign displaying the number three.

"Three hundred thousand!" the voice proclaimed

The white-haired man frowned, but he raised his hand, determined to win.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!" the Beta followed.

The room became tense, and everyone knew it was becoming a bargain. I could feel my body tensing up, my heart suffering.

The white-haired man was silent for a moment, then, gritting his teeth, he called out the higher figure himself instead of using the sign.

"Five hundred thousand!"

I felt suffocated, the price tag seemed astronomical to me. I wondered if they would raise the price again, but part of me just wanted the ordeal to be over.

"Seven hundred thousand!" A deep and commanding voice resonated from behind the screen, the very voice of the enigmatic man bidding.

The crowd was aghast. That's a hefty price to pay, after all. Yet the voice of the man behind the screen did not waver, like an impenetrable wall blocking out other bidders.

The white-haired man turned and stared intently at the man behind the screen, seemingly contemplating whether to raise the price further.

Then the mysterious Alpha's voice rang out again, cold and resolute. " One million!"

His words carried unwavering determination. I felt an invisible force emanating from him, drawing me in despite myself.

The white-haired man looked resigned, realizing that raising the price any further would be futile. Finally, he dropped his sign and withdrew from the bidding.

Finally, Raphael announced, "One million for Alpha Devon. This slave will be delivered to your pack in three days!"

New Pack

The car came to a stop, and someone opened the trunk. Before I could fully see the man's face, I hastily jumped out of the car, my stomach churning so intensely that I had to bend over and throw up.

"Is that her, the slave?" The woman's tone dripped with arrogance.

"Yes," the man simply replied.

"Give her to me." The woman approached me and immediately wrinkled her nose, "Damn, how long has it been since you showered? Your body smells worse than a drunk man's."

I remained silent, bowing my head as I discreetly wiped the remaining saliva from the corners of my mouth with my sleeve. Then I overheard the women talking.

"Damn, is she dumb?"

"The medical report says she's normal," the man stated, "Daisy, I don't have time to waste with you. I need to wash the car. She's making the Alpha's car reek."

The woman named Daisy cast me a scornful look, covering her nose, and said, "Follow me!"

I followed Daisy into the manor, and we crossed a boulevard to a white house. Daisy showed me to a bathroom where I could wash up.

Standing under the shower, I felt the hot water wash over me while Daisy's instructions still echoed in my ears.

"From now on, you are a slave to Alpha Devon." Alpha Devon, the mysterious man who purchased me at a slave auction for a million dollars.

Why would he spend such a large amount of money on me when his name was already engraved in my mind?

"Are you done with the shower, you stinky pig?" Daisy asked, banging on the bathroom door. "Don't waste time, you have a lot of work to do!"

I quickly dried off and put on an old dress that Daisy had given me. Then I stepped out of the bathroom to find Daisy waiting outside the door, looking as sullen as her dress.

"Follow me," she said coldly.

Without daring to ask any questions, I followed her. Daisy led me to the gate where she pointed to a black car and instructed, "Get in."

As soon as I settled into the back seat, the driver started the car and we began to drive. In a panic, I tapped on the window and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

However, Daisy didn't answer, she simply turned and walked away.

I sat in the black sedan, and the driver remained silent. The driver briefly mentioned that the owner had arranged for him to take me to the hospital but did not provide any further details.

Finally, when the car arrived at the hospital, I noticed a man in a white coat and a young female nurse standing by the roadside. They appeared to be waiting for me.

"Good morning, Arya," the man greeted me kindly. "I'm Dr. Stephen, and this is my assistant, Anna."

"Hello, Arya," Anna smiled at me and said, "We need to examine you today. Please follow me."

"Hello!" I stammered, returning the greeting.

Then Anna, the nurse, led me to an examination room on the second floor of the hospital. She instructed me to change into a blue hospital gown and lie on the hospital bed.

Dr. Stephen entered the examination room, and I observed as he turned on the device next to him. Anna reassured me as she put on white plastic gloves.

"Relax, it's just a routine check!"

"I'm eighteen years old," I replied softly.

"When was the last time you had your period?" Dr. Stephen asked, his gaze fixed on the instrument screen, seemingly searching for an image.

"I don't remember," I replied. It seemed like I hadn't menstruated in a long time, possibly since I had been locked up, or maybe even earlier.

"Can you detect any signs of egg development?" Anna inquired as she continued exploring my body with the device in her hand.

"There are none," Dr. Stephen stated. "Perhaps we should wait until after her period."

"Two weeks after menstruation is ovulation, and the most fertile time for pregnancy," Anna explained as she withdrew the device from my body.

What do I think I hear, conception? Why are they discussing my pregnancy? Isn’t this just a regular check-up? What does it have to do with conception?

“Maybe your period is delayed due to chronic nutritional deficiencies,” Dr. Stephen said. “But don’t worry, once your body returns to normal, your period will regulate. It’s best to consume a lot of nutritious food, considering your significantly below-average weight. Additionally, Anna will administer a nutrient injection later.”

I nodded inexplicably, and then his assistant inserted the needle into the skin on the back of my hand.

"Today's examination is finished," Dr. Stephen said. "We'll see you next time, Arya." Additionally, Anna will occasionally visit you to check your blood pressure and monitor your overall physical health."

I had never heard of nurses personally visiting slaves to assess their health, so I wondered why they cared so much about my well-being.

"Remember to consume more nutritious food," Anna instructed me.

"Thank you," I replied, still a bit dazed.

During the ride back, the driver remained silent, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat in the back seat of the car. With the slight jolting of the car, my mind became even more muddled.

Why did Alpha Devon spend so much money to purchase me at the auction? I hadn't even seen him yet. Did he have ulterior motives?

At that moment, Alpha Devon's blurred figure resurfaced in my mind, and the more I pondered, the more unease settled within me.

Whenever I was extremely nervous, my stomach would cramp up, causing aching discomfort. As the car descended a steep slope, the urge to vomit became overwhelming. However, when I caught a glimpse of the driver's disgusted expression in the rearview mirror, I held back.

Finally, we arrived back at the estate, and the driver dropped me off before leaving. I entered the manor alone, and as I walked along the path that led to the utility room, I could feel my body trembling. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the bushes next to me, blocking my path with his body.

"Well, well, look who we have here!" the man crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a mocking tone. "Isn't this Arya?"

"Jim?"

"That's right, it's me," he sneered. "I never expected the once proud Arya to become a slave. And not just any slave, but my father's slave. It seems like today is the perfect time to settle the score with you!"

"What do you want?" I immediately raised my guard.

Bought me once, save me twice

"What do you think I want?" I instinctively took a step back as Jim approached, his tall figure casting a shadow over me.

"Have you forgotten how you rejected me back in training school?" His ice-blue eyes burned with intensity. "You humiliated me, and I promised myself that I would come after you one day."

Jim was a classmate of mine at training school, where he not only enjoyed bullying his peers but also played around with numerous girls. The teachers chose to turn a blind eye to his behavior because he excelled in every training session, which only fueled his dominance within the school.

One day, after class, he confronted me in the hallway, blocking my path. He asked me to be his girlfriend, but I was well aware of his actions and promptly rejected him. However, he didn't stop there; he continued to torment me for the next few days.

In order to rid myself of Jim's presence, I took the initiative to report him to the teacher for secretly taking hormone pills before every training session. Jim was eventual suspended from the school.

Since then, I had not seen Jim, nor did I expect him to be the step-son of Alpha Devine. Yet, there he stood right in front of me.

I wanted to call for help, to use my voice to get attention. But just as I was about to open my mouth, Jim swiftly approached me, placing one hand over my mouth and the other on my shoulder, then pulling me into a small room.

He kicked open the door and forcefully threw me to the floor, causing my head to hit the marble surface with a dull thud. I felt a moment of dizziness, but managed to prop myself up on my hands.

Jim's eyes roamed up and down my chest, and I noticed his Adam's apple slide. He hastily closed the door and gave me a wicked, lascivious smile.

"I just wanted to taste you," Jim said, his scarred eye twitching as he spoke, as if a coiled serpent were spitting venom at me. "The first time I saw you at school, I vowed I would have you. You may be prettier than the other girls, but you're also more stubborn. I won't treat you gently because you're just a slave now, and I can do whatever I want with you!"

"Don't!" I shook my head vigorously, causing my legs to continually slide back. However, in the confined space, there was nowhere to hide. I attempted to wriggle out from under him, but he positioned himself in front of me and forcefully pushed me onto a bed.

His body pressed hard against mine, and he clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet." He stared at me, " It won't take long if you cooperate, but if you make a sound, I promise I'll slit your throat before a third person comes in, and I'll tell everyone you seduced me first, so you know what to do."

Don't. I wanted to scream. But his palm gagged me, and no sound came from me. I tried to raise my foot against his, but his leg was pressing down so hard on my lower body that I did not even have the strength to lift it.

I was so weak that my wolf seemed to have vanished in an instant. I knew I could not fight the man before me.

Then he lowered his head and nibbled at my breast. I ground my teeth and spread my hands wide at my sides. I wish my hand could reach for some weapon, preferably a sharp knife. That way I could stab him right through the heart.

But there was no knife on the bed, and my hand touched something hard, like a lamp. I grasped the base of the lamp and slammed it with all my might against Jim's head.

He raised his head with a cry of pain, and I took the opportunity to strike him again on the head. He put his head in his hands and swore aloud.

I scrambled to my feet and rolled out of bed, but with every step the lacerating pain in my body increased. I tried to get away, but I did not make it two steps before I fell to the ground.

It hurts.

The door was right in front of me, if I could only get out. I thought I could do that.

But a pair of legs immediately came into view, and it was Jim's. The moment he opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, I knew I was dead.

There was a bang, and the door was kicked in. A deep, commanding voice filled the room like thunder.

"What are you doing?"

I watched as Jim's legs were slowly lifted off the ground and his mouth continued to make hoarse noises, followed by the sound of his body slamming into the wall.

"Father!" Jim's voice was tinged with unmistakable pain.

In the blink of an eye, a searing pain shot from my back to the apex of my head. My vision faltered momentarily. Just as I was descending into a haze, a peculiar scent brushed against my senses, mingling with the enveloping warmth of another person's flesh, softly whispering in my ear. The blend cocooned me, and I clung to him desperately, as though grasping onto a lifeline.

His voice seemed to have magic, seeping into my hazy consciousness, becoming clear, and I remembered.

It was him, the one behind the screen who bought me!

My Master

I had a long dream.

In the dream, I return to my home, I heard the door open.

In the dim yellow light, I saw a tall figure creeping nearer.The man appeared to be hiding in the shadows, and I could not see his face. However, I could feel his fingers lightly caressing my cheek. His lips were upon mine, and his kisses were dominant and forceful.

He stuck his tongue out at me like a predator. At that instant I heard the voice of my wolf. It seemed to call my name from afar. Just when I thought we were going to reconnect, it disappeared.

The man's face flashed before mine, and I tried to reach him. But somewhere in my body, I felt a sudden pain, and I could not suppress a cry. When I attempted to find him again, he was gone. It was as if he had abandoned me and wandered off into the misty forest.

When the loneliness struck me, I realized that I had notactually returned home. My home, my pack, has long disappeared. When I looked back, there was nothing behind me.

"Don't！" I woke up screaming.

I surveyed my surroundings and found myself in a strange and luxurious room. Where is this place? My mind felt like it had amnesiac.

"You're awake?" The deep, magnetic voice of a man haunted me like a nightmare. It took a few blinks before I could fully see the world before me..

A strange man in a grey shirt sat before me, his size so large that even in his chair, one could tell that he was larger than average, I felt a peculiar pressure as he examined me with his sparkling green eyes. He possessed a perfectly square jaw, full lips, high cheekbones and a broad forehead. His thick, curly silver hair only enhanced his appearance. He seemed as perfect as a statue of God.

I swear, he's the handsomest man I've ever laid eyes on. His long, slender fingers gently clasped a transparent cup.

"Where am I?" I drew back, my thoughts still in a fog.

"I'm Alpha Devon and this is my pack." He casually stated, casually shaking his glass. "And you... You belong to me."

I regained consciousness. Auction night, mystery buyer, Manor, Daisy, Jim... I froze, realizing that the man in front of me was Alpha Devon.

Alpha Devon, my master, the one who saved me.

I caught his scent, that peculiar fragrance. It was unmistakable.

"I'm sorry, Master." I whispered.

"Sorry for what?" He looked me up and down with his deep green eyes.

"For everything," I replied, unsure of what else to say.

My only intention was to prevent my master from harboring any hatred towards me, and I didn't want him to think that I would cause trouble on my first day here.

It was clear to me that Jim would blame me for the altercation. Alpha's stepson would go unpunished, while the slave would bear the consequences. "It's not your fault." he reassured me.

"I know Jim's character," he said, taking a sip from his glass, "and he started it all."

I was surprised that he did not blame me. It was not as if he was alone with Alpha Devon, the other man's legendary brutality.

"Thanks for saving me." I whispered softly.

He looked at me, downed his glass in one gulp, and I heard the faint clink of the glass against the table as he stood up from the sofa before me like an imposing wall.

His body blocked out the light behind him, and I glanced up at him as he stared down at me for a few seconds.

"I've read about you." he spoke. "You are from Crescent Pack, and it is said that females of your tribe are more fertile than others."

didn't fully understand what he meant,so I chose to remain silent.

"Did you receive a medical examination today?" I nodded, wondering what his intentions were.

"You're special." He muttered, his gaze lingered on my face, then moved down to my genitals, finally settling on my abdomen.

My hands gripped the sheets tightly, realizing that if he intended to do something on me, I had no fight left in me.

"Then let's make a deal." he said, settling back on the couch, one hand on the cushion, the other gesturing for me to come closer.

I obediently got out of bed, approached him, and, with his permission, took a seat on the couch.

"If you succeed in giving birth to my child, I will not only release you from slavery,but also set you free." His words were full of temptation.

"Why me?" The question escaped my lips before I could weigh it.

Devon's gaze met mine, his voice a calm contrast to the storm of emotions raging within me. "Others have failed to carry my heir. My doctor believes I need someone with exceptional fertility, like you."

His words were a heavy weight, anchoring me to a destiny I never asked for. I was the last of the Crescent Pack, a lineage known for its fertility, and that made me his target.

The thought of my body being used as a breeding tool filled me with shame and defiance. I was but a slave, and Alpha Devon held the power to determine my fate.

He chose me because I was the only survivor of the werewolves of the Crescent Pack. My life doesn't belong to just me.

My father told me on his deathbed that Crescent Pack was innocent, and only by gaining my freedom could I have the chance to let the world know the truth and wash away the shame from Crescent Pack.

"You have three seconds to think." He said and raised a finger, "One, two."

"Yes.." When he counted to three, I quickly agreed, "I do."

"Very good." He gave me a satisfied smile and slowly moved towards me, his hot, wine-scented breath tickling my face.

"I don't want too many people to know what we just talked about." His hand pressed gently against my chest as I gasped for air., "Can you keep this a secret, girl?"

"I... I think..." I swallowed, his intense eyes fixed on mine, their captivating gaze ready to ensnare me.

"Answer me." The commanding tone of his voice overwhelmed me..

"Yes.." I felt my breath catch, "I'll keep this a secret."

"Keep in mind ." he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "It's our secret."

One of his fingers hooked into the gap between the buttons of my shirt, and then his fingers traced a gentle circle on my skin, and for an instant I felt as if my body were being electrocuted and every cell in my body was pulsing with electricity.

"Is it now?" Is he trying to impregnate me now? Oh, my God. But I was not ready for that.

"I'll have you, but not now." With one hand, he unbuttoned my shirt, one, two, three, until my white br@ appeared in the middle.

I bit my bottom lip nervously. What the hell was he going to do?

His lips graze my earlobe, "Tell me, are you a virgin?"

My hands gripped the sofa tightly, the first time I had ever been this intimate to a man. I felt nervous and flustered, and my heart rate increased. His hand crept up my shirt, and I felt my stomach tighten, unable to speak.

"Tell me."he demanded.

"Yes," my voice barely audible, like a mosquito's.

"If I find out you're lying, I'll punish you." His tall body pressed against mine, forcing me to lean my head on the arm of the couch. He looked down at me with predatory eyes.

"I swear, I'm telling the truth." I turned my head away from him.

"Maybe I should check if you're lying." He stared at me, then ran his other hand down my lower abdomen.

As his hand closed between my legs, I instinctively tightened mine. His hand lingered on the lower end of my lower abdomen.

"Please, don't." I was on the point of tears.

He looked at me calmly for a few seconds, then brushed the tears from my eyes with his fingers, his movements gentle but devoid of emotion.

"Remember, you can never say no to your master." He said.

"Yes, Master." I choked out.

He continued, "Next time, when I really need you, I want you to behave."

How should I behave? I was confused, but could only nod in agreement.

"Look at you." He pulled his body away from mine, "You're a virgin."

I stared at him in bewilderment. Was this his way of testing me?

"You need to be taught." He stood up still looking down at me, "I've never seen a girl react so clumsily."

I swallowed nervously. "I can learn anything you need."

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, then suddenly leaned down and pulled off my clothes. I felt a cool sensation on my chest as his long, slender fingers gently rubbed my nipples, which quickly became engorged and red.

I suppressed a groan, and just as I was about to cry out, he released me, casually patting my chest with his large hand.

My breasts trembled in the air. "You have so much to learn. Tonight is your final deadline."

Sunlight had crept across the room and danced upon my eyelids when I finally awoke, the clock hands pointing accusingly towards noon. I had to sneak back to my utility room. But when I opened the door, there stood Alpha Devon, looking like he had just finished a run, his black tracksuit slightly sticking to his toned body from sweat.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his deep voice firm and direct.

"I need to get back to work," I replied, my words barely more than a murmur as I moved aside to let him pass.

"You're not going anywhere," he declared, his tone brooking no argument. He peeled off his tracksuit top, revealing a torso that was nothing short of sculptural. Each muscle group was perfectly defined, from the broad expanse of his shoulders to the tightness of his abs, all exuding a raw, masculine energy.

"I need a bath. You'll help." he said, more a command than a request.

"Now," he said firmly.

"Yes, Master," I replied, my heart racing a bit.

I turned on the hot water in the bathroom, and soon the tub was filled with steaming water. After making sure the temperature was perfect, I was about to leave when I heard the sound of the bathroom door sliding open. Alpha Devon stood there, clad only in shorts.

"Master, the bathwater is ready," I stammered, my gaze awkwardly directed downward. "You can take your shower now."

He remained without words, shedding his underwear and casually tossing them into a nearby laundry basket. Then, he lowered his foot into the bathwater and settled into the tub with a composed self-assuredness.

I took a deep breath, my discomfort echoing in the tense atmosphere. Sharing a bathroom with a man and witnessing him disrobe was an entirely foreign situation for me. Swiftly departing seemed like the wisest choice. When I was about to leave...

"Did I allow you to leave?" his voice sliced through the air.

"May I... Could I assist you?" I stumbled over my words.

"Come here," he said, the authority in his voice unmistakable, "and give me a shoulder massage."

"Yes.." I made my way hesitantly toward the bathtub.

This was the first time my hands had ever traced the contours of a man's form, and I could feel my pulse quicken with each sweep of my fingers over his skin.

Why didn't he speak? Was he asleep? I peeped forward only to see his m@nhood rising high in the water, almost as thick as my forearm.

"Why did you stop?" He opened his eyes and looked straight at me.

I was startled. He must have thought I was spying on him. I blushed and kept my head down to continue the massage. But my fingers began to fail me, and the steam from the bathroom made my cheeks burn and my heart beat faster and faster.

"I'll get you a glass of water." I excused myself for a moment, but he caught me by the wrist.

"Stay here." He said.

I had no choice but to obey, trying to control my trembling hands. He did not speak, but stared at me. Without warning, his hand slipped up my skirt.

"Master, master, no, ... no..."

"Is this the first time you've been touched by a man?" " he asked, without stopping his hand.

"Yes.." I'm mortified.

He caught my hand suddenly, guiding it into the water. My fingers brushed against something hard...