Auctioned Mates Revenge

years

ndred a

ning to rise as I stared at the headboard, foc

ng skin grew erratic. Nausea surged and tumbled in me but I kept my ey

a, the eldest daughter of Al

d the land that used to belong to the Fluorite pack now

pack and there were no survivors. They were liars

powerful. Ben Wallber, the alpha of the Warhammer pack, could have

. My main goal is to get close enough to the Wallber fa

n pulled out. I was relieved at the sudden, vague empt

ut of his r

e are

locking it, and turning on both spigots. I bowed over the sink with a sickening heave of my stomach. Fever rushed over me a

e for the Fluorite massacre. Find my little siste

Angelia.

tter, furious, and hopeful as I rested my head again

I dared not meet my gaze in the mirror as I t

sooner I could start forgetting

ashed in cold water; the blistering cold eased the fever

ke sure I had a handle on myself bef

at me as his minuscule cock stirred. I was grateful that it was negli

e grinned. "Why not extend our ti

oof, not desperate to escape. I was slipping my shirt on when the bed creaked with his weight. His arms wrapped around my wais

mach l

whispered in my ear. "I know y

an instinctual level. I could tear his head off without a fuss even in

n be in his presence, but what would he care? He would just complain and

ustomer was like a dea

st as I forced my voice in

ak with the manage

was probably aiming to nudge me with his cock as

tepped away from him. "I'll be sure to

he room, closing the door behind me. I took a steadying

ne step

expensive and exclusive brothel in Warhammer where drinks poured like rivers and whatever your heart desi

of Larry's tacky interior design and f

was tomorrow. At first, I wasn'

hoping for a response. My wolf stirred,

ty-seven days to be exact, since the last time we managed to communicate through our link. As my wolf weak

ister in the clutches of that sick bastard who treated young girls like sex dolls. Was she stil

ance I would ri

ed nearly every night that Angelia was still

through the darkest of the underground to get here. Every day was burned in my memo

lients called it, only happened once a year. The club auctioned off the chance to spend seven days with

ke me, it meant hell. For a

as true that I could pay for my freedom, the price was astronomical and the system was

n my early days, I'd done the math about how much I was worth. Even if I slept

ther of those paths would reunite me

wn from their lofty mansions fo

, the Cold Beauty from Midnight. The club and Trista raked in money hand over fist with e

ost prominent playboy, Matt Wallber, would be at the club l

him and his pack. I had been researching him since I

o do was se

rying his pad and pen. "Your opening bid?

s the standard. The Wallber ego only e

it f