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The scent

The streets are shrouded with a deafening silence. A bright full moon is shining in the sky, illuminating the stone roads which are surrounded by gothic style slayed houses, crammed together. A deep fog had settled on the capital, closing the vision.

From a distance, the sounds of horse's hooves broke the uneasy peace of the capital as it rode into the busy market place. Amidst their mist, a carriage appears. The wheels are coated with gold paint, attached to the mahogany vehicle which is being driven by an old driver. He drives the horses with ease, passing by the homogenous houses where werewolves are residing peacefully.

Inside the passenger box is a well dressed man. His silver hair is covered with a gentle man's hat and he is dressed in a fine long coat which perfectly compliments his sculpted structure. His face is covered with a cloth, leaving only his eyes to see.

The man is in his mid twenties but he carries an aura of authority which eclipses everyone else's presence. There is a mischievous charm to him which attracts others to him. His sharp features amplify his raw magnetism, drawing all attraction to him as he makes his way in between the crowd.

He passes through the crowd still being ridden in his carriage when it suddenly stops. The driver climbs down and opens the door for his master.

"We have arrived, my lord." The driver informs him. The man jods and slowly climbs out of the carriage. He is of a large build and even taller than average werewolves. , he is of the Lucan race, the most superior one of all.

They are at a cheap looking tarven which leads to an underground arena. Without a word, he enters the tavern where a guard tries to stop him but he flashes in a cold glare which makes the guard gulp in fear.

"F- Forgive m- Me, my lord!" He squeaks. "You can enter!"

Something about the man scared the guard. With just one gazes the guard understood that this was the duke of Slorian, one of the most dangerous men in the continent but his royalty pulled him a trigger of confusion.


"How long have you been here?" Marian asked the president of the captives.

"Twenty seven years." She answered.

"Will I also stay here that long?" Marian asked the old woman in fright.

"Today, a young girl will be sold out so prepare yourself." The president replied to her.

"Me? Please don't tell me it's the duke of Slorian. I've heard so many scary stories about him and don't wish to live with him. Is it out of here to escape?" Marian asks with scary eyes filled with tears.

"Accept your fate young girl and if you are taken, obey your master if you want to live. You will be stripped naked just like many other girls, touched and scanned. If you want to be favored make sure they don't see a broken arm or bone otherwise you will be rejected and continue suffering here like us."

"Wh..at? Stripped naked? I can't let that happen. No… Alex please save me." And with that, the door bursts open. Marian cowers to a corner in fear. A pair of rough hands grab her arms and pull her away.

"LET ME GO!" She cries.

Marian is crying hard but no one.is coming to rescue her. All her life, she has been treated like dirt. She cries too hard, lamenting the life she had once lived while recalling her past.

Alec… her love. Alec…

"Alex saved me…. HELP!!!" She kept calling out for help but no one listened to her. She cries and struggles but her captors are too strong for her. One of the two men hit her back with a whip, making her cry in pain. She is then tied up as blood emanates from the cut the strong ropes made. One of the captors grabs her long golden hair and yanks it hard, making her scream in pain.

All the years of her life, she was ill treated but this is far worse than that. She doesn't know where she will end up and what they will do to her. The noblemen and alphas present in the event are bunch of ruthless monsters who are known to torture their human slaves. She screaMs and fights but it is of no use. Her fate is sealed.

As she is pulled closer to the stage, a strange scent momentarily distracts her. It amended out of nowhere but her heart stopped at the sweet cinnamon and honey essence. Something about it is enticing her, pulling her towards it. A burning sensation jolts her spine and she is pushed to an unknown eutopia.

"What is this?" She wonders. "Why I'd it attract me so much?" She is in the middle of a fire and yet, her body is urging to run towards the source of this scent. Her insides are urging her to break free and find this fragrance which is occupying her mind.

By the time the man got inside the room, the bidding had already started but this wasn't what he came for. As soon as a little man spotted him, he came over and handed him something which was wrapped in a black cloth. He was about to leave when the excitement got intense at the mention of a young virgin with golden hair being on sale today.

"Gentlemen! I hereby present to you a rare beauty!" The men around the duke cheered at those words. He only pulls his hat lower, hiding his presence. The duke I'd the strongest person in the room but he is hiding his presence. Power should be shown only when needed.

"Presenting to you the exquisite virgin."

Suddenly, the world freezes for the duke. A strong scent of sweet apples hit him, enticing his senses. His wolf daskov sniffs the air longingly howling inside him. The Aroma is seductive, luring the duke towards it.

He knows what it is.

"Mate." He whispers.

"...Marian Lugan!" The host says as a round of applause followed afterwards and the duke turned immediately to see who this girl was.

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