CHAPTER 4: Sell Her Off

Alma walked into the room. Elegant, bright. I wondered how she could fake her radiant smile. She couldn't hide her fear. It shone through her eyes. I knew how to smell fear after living with it for weeks.

If circumstances had been different, Alma could easily pass for a noble. She didn't look like most of their women did. She had seen many moons and revolutions, no doubt. She must have been fifty years of age— but she looked nothing like it. Her face didn't sag, her legs were straight and firm, and her boobs, and butt didn't need any adjusting to gain attention. Alma was sweet and kind, and so beautiful for her age. I knew that this was a problem. They would pick on her soon.

She walked into the room in her kitchen whites, holding a tray of lamb. She moved to set it on the table, and clear the clothes that had covered the table.

With precise and deliberate motion, Alma set the tray to a side of the table. Next she packed all the clothes on it and set it aside, dropping them on one of the sofas. All the while, her smile never left her face.

She must have seemed a little to confident to the others, but I saw the falter in her steps and the fear behind her pupils, as she finally spread out the plates and the roast lamb.

She curtsied slightly as the people in the room rushed to grab a slice of the roast lamb she had set on the table. She turned around to leave the room.

"Umm. Hey! You!" Ethan called.

My heart sank. I suspected what would happen next. The chatter in the room had increased, so Alma walked on, pretending not hear— or not hearing at all.

"You! Slave!" Ethan called, causing all the slaves in the room, except Alma, to look in his direction. "I'm talking to you! Cook!"

Alma paused for a moment, her back to Ethan. Then she turned around to face him. Her smile intact.

"Are you deaf?" The Alpha's heir asked genuinely.

"No, your Lordship," she replied, smiling.

"You didn't hear that I called you?" Ethan inquired. His face, totally emotionless.

"I'm sorry, My Lord."

She bowed slightly and getting up in one quick move. "I didn't hear you call!" She explained.

"You have a name?" He asked.

"Alma Maris, You lordship," she said curtsying. Her smile, still very much in place.

The air seemed to still for me. I feared for her. If I had the power to, I would have teleported her out of the room.

"Whatever your name is, anyway. Bring us some more food and wine. Why is it taking so much time?"

"I am really sorry, your Lordship. I will get to it at once," she said, making to quickly leave the room.

I guessed she was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief. As she walked to the door, she passed Noah and he grabbed her hand. She froze in shock. I could tell them even if she tried hard not to show it, she jumped in fear within her.

"Hello! I'm Noah!" He said.

"Welcome to the house of the Alpha's heir," she croaked. Alma was having a hard time hiding her fear. Her voice faltered. This was no good as these people fed on fear.

"Sit with me for a moment," Noah said. He could pass for a polite gentleman in that moment. The other slave that had been sucking him off had finished. He had his pants up now, and the wine glass remained in hand.

That fucking bastard! He was going to try to screw her against her wish. Noah had become a monster.

At this time, Ethan caught my face in his hand and turned it towards him. I could see why.

He was kissing the noble's daughter that Gary had just fucked. And he wanted me to watch them.

"Watch!" He said, breaking away from the kiss and pulling up her dress.

She mounted him as he sat on the chair, letting his cock slide into her with ease. And she began to bounce on it without hesitation. Up and down. Up and down.

She began to moan and leaned down in an embrace. Her hands around his neck, as her head flopped over his shoulder and Ethan grabbed her ass.

He took over the motion now. Thrusting upward from beneath her. Letting their bodies create slapping sounds as they fucked.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh gosh! Mhhmm!"

The noble's daughter moaned and shuddered. Shivering and shaking as she came, squirting all over Ethan's cock.

I sighed. My heart burned from the pain that Ethan was causing me. It seemed he got off faster when he knew he was causing me pain. I was sure that the only reason he had decided to put up with me as his mate —even after they had labelled my father a traitor— was to humiliate me further. He woke up everyday with new ways to cause me pain.

I looked across the room, finding Alma seated beside Noah. He had unbuttoned her white and exposes her breasts. He was toying with her nipples as she tried to push back lightly.

"Please!" She begged. It seemed that her pleas helped to egg him on.

Noah got up. Unfastening his belt dropping his pants to the ground and forcing his cock into her mouth. When she struggled, he slapped her. Then he pushed the cock deeper into her throat.

Alma had tears in her eyes, she glanced at me and her eyes said what her mouth couldn't. She would want me to stay still.

Ethan looked at the pain in my face and saw his moment. He knew this was it.

He walked up to Noah, and asked Alma to get up.

She stood, her breasts, perky and exposed. Her pale skin, a sharp contrast to her pink aerola and redder nipples.

Ethan pulled down her dress and asked her to step out of it. Alma did, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Bend over the couch." Ethan ordered.

"Please, your Lordship. I'm –" Alma's pleas were cut short by a slap from Noah.

"Bend the fuck over!!! Don't speak back at him!" He roared.

Alma was weeping profusely now. Her body, exposed completely.

My blood began to boil at this point. I knew I needed to help her. I knew she would want me to be still, but Alma was only here to look out for the other females. She didn't have to serve tables at all.

Crack!

Ethan's belt came flying, whping her across her ass. She couldn't hold and she fell to her knees.

He went into a frenzy, letting his belt run wild. Lashing her in all the places he could reach. Her face, thighs, breasts, back, eyes, mouth. He lashed out with all his might.

Noah joined in. He pulled the belt and with it's buckle he began to scourge Alma's skin. She screamed. My ear drums burned. It was like watching my mother being tortured.

The entire room had stopped doing anything else and were watching the spectacle.

I couldn't take it anymore. They could kill her and nothing would happen. Alpha Rasmus was Ethan's Father.

"Let her go! Both of you!"

I was surprised I had the strength to speak. I rubbed my throat.

Both Ethan and Noah looked at me, perplexed, then they laughed out loud.

"Stop me!" Ethan mouthed and began to whip Alma again. Noah, began to use his fists this time.

I saw the gold before I knew it was happening. I felt the air around my body still for a moment. The hair on my skin spread out. My heart seemed to race, like I had just run a Marathon, and adrenaline rushed through my body.

I felt alive again.

Before they could respond, I leapt half way across the room — lashing out my huge claws into Ethan's side. I slashed his chest and sent him flying to the door.

Noah froze, unable to react. I bit his leg, sinking my fangs deep into his bones and hurled him across the room.

I snarled and stood guard over Alma's bleeding boody as she lay on the floor.

I couldn't hold the wolf for much longer, and I fell. The gold turned to normal vision and then nothing.

*†

"Let it go, Aegerene."

"Let what go!? This traitor's pup will bring us down if we let her!" Aegerene yelled.

Aegerene was the Alpha of Cadvill pack known for their slightly golden fur and hair. He had been challenging Alpha Cordaris of Gingern Pack who had said Elora should be allowed to leave on exile.

"And haven't we done enough damage to her? Why not send her off to some island on exile," Cordaris retorted.

"You've gone soft, Cordaris. Gingern Pack may be needing a new Alpha soon," Frenzern chipped in.

Finzern was the deadliest and most dubious of all Pack Alphas that were assembled in Alpha Rasmus' throne room.

"What did you say to me!? You bastard!" Cordaris yelled, leaping to his feet and walking towards Frinzern who had also gotten up in anticipation of the action.

"Alphas!" Rasmus roared. "This is important because the King of the Lycans has asked to meet with us. It is also important because that bitch attacked my son."

"What??" Cordaris asked. "She did what?"

"You heard me right." Rasmus fumed! "That bitch shifted to her wolf and attacked my son and his friend!"

"What?" That's extremely terribly. Word of this mustn't spread," Cordaris said, calm.

"If the slaves get wind of that, with the stunt Bernard's daughter has pulled, they may begin to get ideas." It was Beran who spoke. He was the oldest Alpha in the room, and had lead his pack —Randern— since they all could remember. He smoked a pipe and had refused to set down his hat at the door, he wore it over one of his eyes as he smoked. He puffed slowly, letting his words sink before continuing.

"What are our options?"

"I'd kill her without thinking twice." Rasmus growled, angrily, looking around himself as he did.

The other eleven Alphas were seated around him in arm chairs. These were the wolves that lead the packs of Alkarod. These were the same wolves who had plotted to continue the slave selling and buying even when the new King of the Lycans had outlawed it.

"Our options are; kill her or sell her."

"Kill her!" Frinzern called. "She's a threat now."

"All for the killing–" Rasmus began to say but was cut off.

"Listen, you can't kill her. She'll just be a martyr. Sell her off," Odion chipped in. He was known to be the wisest and the one who spoke least. He was as deadly as he was quiet. He led Tonvern Pack."

"Great idea!" Beran said. "We should sell her off."