Auctioned Off

face is shrouded in darkness. You squint, trying to make out his features. Then he steps up to you and gives the auctioneer a

I heard the words I hoped and never expected in the 22 years of my l

became loud and noisy as the men were struggling to get out of the room. T

Dante” Ivan stammered as he steppe

rang a bell in everyone ears. His pack was to be feared so much as they were dangerous and showed no mercy. But I am in his arm

iar notes of a well-worn leather jacket. The car comes to a stop in front of the pack house. He opens the car door and scoops m

nspoken tension, a blend of respect and curiosity. I can feel the weight of their stares. The scent of aged wood mingles with the subtle fragrance of wildf

en furniture—a sturdy desk, comfy leather chairs, and a bed with earthy-colored linens. Artwork adorns the walls,’. The carpet feels plush beneath bare feet. A

or a moment, I assumed “ Is that a question? You’re mine have you forgotten. I bought you ” Dante asked with