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yes in a panic to see myself in the dark space of a tiny, rundown wooden cab

shivered violently from the cold air that surrounded me. I

Let me go! W

ha Ezra and the Goldcrest pack ain't that right swee

ou're asking." I called in a panic, and as I was talking, another person was brought into the room w

me, and I started screaming, No, I can't have another person I care about dead, and Please, please don't

ink print. "What is all this?" I ask, conf

that is what I want. I will let him go," the roug

in the ink, and put my fingerprint on it. I was so desperate to save Damo

eft. "Take it to the boss," he uttered to the younger rouge, who nodded and left. "Well, sweetie, I have to say you did a good job, so

sn't

ur whole birthright and inheritance off to my contractor, he chuck

he is!" I shouted as the man

ld outline the scars that ran across his face as well as his one good eye that was so cold. "You don't seem

ped after hea

iddle for your affection, and Boom! You surrender your whole inheritance to him!" He chuc

're going to be dead now," he muttered with a grin as he stood up

loud gunshot, but instead, I felt a warm liquid splash on me. I opened my eyes to see the rouge and his men had been shot d

; they went off and collected a contract to fill in their greedy pockets

we will find him," a man who was their leader

face up by my chin for me to meet his gaze, "Oh? You're a beauty," he mutter

, I like that, but a beautiful wolf like you can't be wasted; from your eyes,

deadliest glare I could muster, "Let me

name, girl?

, and that may get me into worse trouble." So let me go; I'm no one, and I won't say

you want to be dead, you will come with us!" He threatened me, as I had no choice befor

ther and farther away from my home, and I couldn't trust these people, and I had no one; even if I calle

couldn't help my tears flow hotly from the betrayal to the thought of my dead father and th

d open. I had to. I squinted at the bright eyes of their torchlights. You are right

e me one last look. "Try to run away, girl, and you're dead meat," he warned before I was dragged out of hi

she smoked a cigarette. Popping smoke from her cherry-painted lips as she peere

am I? Le

o nicely, baby girl," she said to me as she signaled her girls, "Ta

a large mansion and down the stairs to the basement, where different doors were lined up. They took me to the last one in the middle, whic

dressing up a girl who didn't look a few years older than me, "We ha

e just came today; most girl

t's auction." My body stiffened after those words; ther

until I was stark naked and faced Dorothy; thankfully, there was no male here, but I

was dressed in a silky midnight blue gown with a thigh-high. My hair was plaited into one single plait that ran across my back. My neck and e

to mine but different colors, they all looked scared out of their minds, and I was too. We had then

re the curtain had rolled up and we were led into a stage of

night; today is the auction you have

o the highest bidder. And in the middle of all that chaos, my eyes met with a pair of E

as this perfect stranger that sent a