Nikolai

"Are you sure she is here?" Alexander asked me as we stepped out of the car.

"Yes. My men have found her." I replied.

Alex was an old friend of mine. He was a part of my pack before he met his mate and joined the Wintercrown Pack. His pack has been attacked, many of she—wolves have been abducted, and today he wants to rescue his mate who is about to be auctioned off.

We walked to there. The building was taller and grander than what I had expected it to be. It looked like a perfect place for a luxury stay but I knew what actually goes down here.

Auction of slaves.

The bidding had already started when we entered so we took our seats. The humans on the stage were between the age group of sixteen to twenty four, of varying sizes, colour and level of training. We could pick and choose which one we wanted according to our taste.

A snarl left Alex's mouth and I glared at him, silencing him. I have no doubt that he caught the sight of his mate—Belle, on the stage. But right now wasn't a good time to lose control.

The emcee kept doing his thing, describing the slaves and bringing them forward. I ignored him.

All of a sudden a slight smile stimulated me. What was that? I wondered. I never had a feeling like that before. I felt the urge of my wolf, he's telling me something. But it was subtle and weak.

Was she my mate?

It should be a very strong feeling when getting close to the mate. But weirdly my wolf didn't give me a clear signal.

My gaze laid on her. I stared at her, trying to figure out what was going on. There was something kind like a connection between us. I wasn't sure.

Her hair was dark, eyes were downcast, her back straight and body still with her hands behind her back. She's gorgeous, wasn't she? She was very well trained, no doubt. I wanted to have her look at me. She was undeniably beautiful, pure and innocent — she was someone who didn't belong here.

"Slave number fifteen." The emcee announced and the beauty crawled forward, "Starting hundred thousand."

"Two hundred thousand." Someone called.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." Someone else called.

The bid kept going up.

"Six hundred thousand." Someone else said. It was Alpha Alphonso, and yes, Alphonso liked mangoes. What a shitty name. And a shittier person. He was the Alpha of Verdura Pack and was infamous for the way he treated the slaves. And he had influenced his entire pack to brutally abuse all their slaves for the smallest of the things.

I didn't know what had happened to her. But if I missed her this time, I might never found her.

The room was filled with the lust of those filthy men here. Disgusting. I couldn't stand it if my mate ended up in hands of one of those bastards.

"I'm going to save her." I made up my mind.

"Six hundred thousand once, six—" the emcee was saying.

"One million." I cut him off, shocking my own self. My urge to protect her was strong and my wolf wanted to snatch her away from this hell hole.

"What are you doing?" Alexander looked skeptical. I didn't reply. I wasn't answerable to him and it wasn't like I actually had one either.

I looked at Vladimir and he nodded at my silent command. He went to the back stage where they would be preparing her for me now.

The last female was Belle and Alexander bought her, as per my order.

The after party had just begun and now it was time for us to get our slaves.

"All the Masters who have purchased slaves are requested to come and take a seat at the front." The emcee said.

I stood up and walked past the numerous tables and the numerous assholes sitting on them and took a seat at the front on the sofa.

"Before you all are handed your slaves, you are required to test them to see if they are up to your standards." He said.

While it was absolutely normal to test the slaves before you make your payment, I knew that I wasn't going to do that.

The slaves then made their entry, crawling towards their masters. My eyes immediately fell on her. She was just wearing a thong.