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. I wouldn't be wasting my time like this if I wasn't sure.

　　Alex was an old friend of mine. He was a part of my pack before he met his mate and joined the Wintercrown Pack. And now he needs to rescue his omega mate before she is auctioned off.

　　Apparently, there was an attack on his pack. The attackers were unknown but they stole a lot of money and kidnapped females. Their Alpha was killed because of which his twenty-year-old son had to stand up as the new Alpha. Too many lives were lost and the pack was still unstable to go get so many females back and potentially risk getting into a war.

　　So, Alex approached me. And here we were, in New York, halfway across the world from Jivan, the land I called home.

　　"I want to kill them all." A growl left his throat.

　　"You will not cause a fight." I spoke sharply. He isn't thinking straight. Having a mate does that to you. "We will get her and then get out. You pay for her right now, I'll have it wired back to you in a week or so. Remember—one mistake and she is gone forever."

　　He grunted.

　　The building was taller and grander than what I had expected it to be. It had Victorian architecture that looked like it was straight out of a fairy-tale. That's what they wanted the humans to believe though, that this was a safe haven and nothing could ever go wrong here.

　　It looked like a perfect place for a luxury stay but I knew what actually goes down here.

　　Auction of slaves.

　　"Name." The guard at the door asked arrogantly.

　　"Alpha Volkov." Mikhail answered. Recognition lit up the guard's eyes before I saw fear. His body stiffened before he quickly opened the door.

　　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.

　　The rest of the ballroom was decorated in black and red colours. The lights were strategically placed so that no one could see someone's face until the person wanted to show his face. High rise chandeliers hung from the ceiling, more to give off a luxurious look than to give off light. The entire room had tables where people sat and in the front were sofas which would be used later on.

　　It definitely was impressive, if not for the reason it was decorated this way.

　　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 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.

　　My gaze swept over all the females and one dark haired beauty caught my eye. Her eyes were downcast, her back straight and body still with her hands behind her back. She was very well trained, no doubt. I had the sudden urge to have her look at me. She was undeniably beautiful, pure and innocent— she was someone who didn't belong here.

　　And for some reason, I wanted to take her away from his place and shield her from the ugliness.

　　"Slave number fifteen." The emcee announced and a blonde crawled forward, her large tits and ass swaying as she did. "She is a pain slut and enjoys a good whipping." The blondie licked her lips as the emcee introduced her. "Starting hundred thousand."

　　"Two hundred thousand." Someone called.

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

　　"Two hundred and fifty thousand once, two hundred and fifty thousand twice, two hundred and fifty thrice, sold to Beta Cameron Jeff!" The emcee announced.

　　Almost every single person here wants to buy slaves they can actually break. And if the slaves like to be punished hard, it's no fun. This is the only reason not many people bid for her. An average sale easily went up to three to four hundred thousand dollars.

　　"Slave number sixteen. She is in dire need of regular punishment even though she is well trained." The emcee spoke and my dark-haired slave crawled forward, her heavy breasts swinging between her arms. "Let's start with two hundred thousand."

　　I could already smell the lust of many men.

　　"Four hundred thousand." Someone bid.

　　"Six hundred thousand." Someone else said. When I saw who it was, I knew I had to save her from his clutches.

　　He 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.