7

[Jade’s pov]

As I was forcefully dragged into the room, my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel the rough hands gripping my arms, their tight grasp causing a dull ache. It was not a question anymore where the heck I was now because the atmosphere was already displaying a lot of things.

What made me mildly curious was the pack where I was now. It was obvious that I was not in Gravestone pack of Ragnar’s anymore. This place was not even Creslorn pack either because if it had been then those men might have brought me here forcefully. There were so many questions but at first I had to save myself from being humiliated.

There were many questions that why hunters were hunting and bringing omegas and rogues there. And if virgins were being used as sex slaves there then how were the other wolves being used? And if the alpha of that pack was aware about all this then was he involved in that horrible activity too?

Panic surged through me upon thinking all that, as I realised the urgency and disgust in the air. I was brought to the room where so many dresses and jewellery was put on the bed for me to wear after cleaning up. I knew I had to leave but my body had no energy to get up from that bed where I had been laying.

The guards of the brothel brought me upstairs and threw me on the bed to let the effects of silver and wolfsbane to wear out. It was not like I did not try to get up and run for my life but I just could not move and inch other than looking around with my occasionally spinning vision.

I was still contemplating what to do because there was no way the beta’s daughter would be sold to some dirty brothel. It did not matter to me from where I came, I had been known as beta daughter and I could not lose that respectful title. My tired and immoveable body panicked upon hearing a loud bang and growl of multiple male wolves.

The people within the building were scattering, seeking refuge in hidden corners. Their fear was palpable and it reached me too when I heard everyone’s screaming and the clattering of heels. I knew at once something was wrong but there was nothing I could do as my body was not moving.

The room was dimly lit where I had been laying, with a musty scent lingering in the air. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside, amplifying my growing panic as I tried my best to turn over with tears. It was the moment when I saw a few men handling some sex workers outside the room.

The girls had their faces etched with anxiety, and seemed to be just as bewildered as I was. I could sense their unease and fright, their desire to protect themselves from that seemingly raid. Even if their actions were masked behind trembling legs and cold sweat, it appeared the person who led all that commotion was someone powerful.

Suddenly my eyes saw a shadow coming towards my direction, revealing a burly man standing in the entrance. His imposing figure and angry expression sent a shiver down my spine. I instinctively knew he was not someone with whom anybody could mess with. There was something commanding about him, an air of authority that demanded attention.

But there was something else in that whole moment, I could feel something stirring inside me when I saw him. Some connection which was unexplainable and stronger than the ones I had felt before. It was nothing like I experienced with alpha Ragnar, I was unable to figure out what it was.

He strode purposefully into the room with fingers curled into fists, his gaze scanning the surroundings with disgust. His eyes met mine briefly, and in that moment, I could see a mixture of extreme anger and concern. It was as if he understood the danger lurking outside and my situation which was bad af and I could not help but panic.

No! I would not let myself get railed like that. No, no! I wriggled like a worm to get away from that man but my body was still under the effects of wolfsbane. I could see malice in his eyes, his imposing figure was asserting dominance over me. His scary attire and long hair were casting an eerie look along with the grim atmosphere.

Without a word, he motioned for the other men to release their hold on the sex slaves. Their grip loosened immediately, allowing them to take a step back and run away, my body trembling with both fear and relief. Knowing that every single woman had left the building and ran away. Only I was left there, waiting for my death, I knew it was my last day and my whole life flashed across my eyes.

I watched as the burly man approached me, his steps steady and deliberate. When he leaped towards me I closed my eyes reflexively not knowing what was about to happen. I impatiently waited for a sword or dagger to slash my neck and a sharp pain circulating in my body.

He reached out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, as I could not help but feel his soft presence. When he paused after slipping his hands under my back and scooped me up in his strong arms. "Finally I have found you!" I snapped open my eyes upon hearing his voice and looked into his stern eyes.

"I will keep you safe now." He said with his voice relatively low but filled with conviction and confidence. And in that fleeting moment, as chaos ensued in the outside world, I found strange solace in his words which was not explainable in words. Though the uncertainty of his words stood there along with what lay ahead, but for some reason I knew I could trust him.

Though who was he? And why was he looking for me?