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**Isabella**

I was dressed in a silky red bikini that clung to my trembling form, my heart pounded wildly in my chest as I tried to process how I had ended up in this fucking nightmarish situation.

One minute, I was drinking, and the next minute, I awoke in a cage with several other girls. We were then asked to dress in bikinis and brought out like animals here, for purchase.

Fuck it! These fools will pay when Dad finds out about this.

"As you can see, this one is beautiful and sexy," the man with a scar began. "She has succulent breasts, a round butt, and she's a virgin, an omega."

Virgin? I snorted internally. I was no virgin, the hell!

The men in the hall became noisier at this proclamation. The sight of their leering faces, made me want to scream and tear away from this damn nightmare.

"One million," a man raised his bid.

"Two million," another countered, and on and on, people started bidding, filling my eyes with tears, my spirit burdened by the weight of such dehumanization.

How could they treat me like a piece of furniture? I have to be strong; I will never let them break me.

"Ten million," a rich voice boomed, startling everyone to silence.

My eyes went up, trying to find the owner of that attractive voice, the one who made such an audacious bid.

He sat alone in a secluded corner, strands of pitch-black hair framing his face, his jawline sharp and defined. His piercing green eyes captured attention, while his lips were painted a vibrant shade of red. Between his fingers, he held a slender cigarette, tendrils of smoke curling into the air.

He was also dressed in a black leather jacket, and fuck, he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He was surrounded by scary-looking men who stood around him; I could tell this man was freaking dangerous.



On a closer look, he looked quite familiar. Fuck! It was him, the hoodie man I'd bumped into in his Lamborghini earlier.

"Ten fucking million dollars," he repeated confidently.

The whole room went silent, and I could tell they were scared of this man.

"Done!" The host announced, sealing the deal. And just like that, my fate had been sealed.

***Hours ago***

I held my stilettos in both hands, tiptoeing my way out of the living room, careful not to make any noise.

"And where are you going dressed like that?" my father's voice cut through the silence of the night, startling me.

There was nothing wrong with my micro-mini blue gown; it was sexy as hell. I don't have time for his nagging.

I turned back slowly, rolling my eyes at the glare my mom and dad were sending me.

"Do you know what time it is? It's almost midnight," he crooked a finger at me.

"Dad, I'm not a kid. I'm freaking twenty-one, and it's Red-water pack. We're all freaking weak omegas. The weakest pack in Upper Ville!" I retorted.

I mean, what could fucking go wrong?

And that was the sad truth. Red-water had not had an alpha in years, just a bunch of spineless omegas. It was said that the moon goddess had abandoned us, more like cursed us. Every freaking one of us was wolfless. Pathetic, right?

The issue of mates had also been long forgotten; people just got married to whomever they freaking wanted in our pack.

And unlike other packs, we've never felt what it's like to have a wolf companion.

Of course, being wolfless was nothing to brag about. I've always envied other wolf packs. I wished to know how it felt to communicate and connect with one's inner wolf.

I wanted to name my wolf, to be able to discuss everything with her and to recognize our mate together.

Well, since it didn't happen on my 18th birthday, I learned to grow some balls and toughen up. I'm just going to fucking get married to an alpha. Yes, I pray to the Moon goddess every day that one day I'll hear the word "mate" from an alpha.

Naturally, alphas were often domineering and hot-tempered, but I'd prefer mine to be cool-headed. I won't be taking orders from anyone.

"Why are you like this, Isabella? When will you grow up? You should be more concerned about finding a mate and settling down." My dad's voice broke into my thoughts.

My mom drew a heavy sigh, her hazel eyes filled with worry."Listen to your dad, Isa, and go back to your room."

I glanced at my wristwatch. I don't have time for all this crap.

"I'm late, bye!"

I ran out of the house, ignoring the yelling from both my parents.

I went straight to the car and spotted my driver standing in front of my car.

"Miss, are you going--"

"Move the fuck out of the way," I shoved past him before getting inside the car.

After ten minutes, I arrived at the club, annoyed to see a freaking white Lamborghini parked in my favorite spot. Anger boiled from within me, and I let it show, purposely bumping the car from the back.

Serves the bozo right!

I got down from the car and was annoyed to see three dudes getting out of the Lamborghini. Fuck it! I thought no one was in the freaking car.

As the three guys approached me, the aroma that wafted from their presence tantalized my senses beyond measure.

Gosh, they smelled fucking delightful and looked freaking handsome, although I couldn't catch a clear glimpse of the tallest one in the middle, sporting a leather jacket paired with a hoodie.

Yes, I could barely see his face clearly, but from the little I saw, he looked freaking handsome and tall, probably over 6 ft 3 inches. On a closer look, I noticed a distinct cross tattoo adorning his neck.

The other two guys donned sleek black suits, one with flowing blond locks, the other with rich brown hair. Both were also handsome, and all three were probably in their mid-twenties.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" one of them yelled the blond one. "Are you blind?"

"You're the one who's fucking blind," I fired back fearlessly. "This is my damn space."

He scoffed, raking a hand over his hair. "You're not going to apologize? And who even are you?"

I jammed a hand on my hip."Isabella Ferris, the daughter of one of the richest omegas in Red-water pack."

And I didn't lie; my dad was freaking rich, and everyone in this freaking town knew it.

"What the..." The man was about to reply to me, but the hooded one stopped him with a hand raise.

"So you're the daughter of Nathan Ferris," the hooded man asked coldly but also coolly. "You seem to be in dire need of a spanking. You lack manners."

My cheeks colored instantly and I averted my gaze.

His voice sounded so authoritative, the same as his intense eyes which bore into my blue orbs relentlessly. He was too intense, too freaking intense. How could he speak to me in that way?

I raised my head defiantly."That's right, he's my dad!" I put on a brave face, not wanting to be intimidated. "And who the fuck are you? "

"Soon you will find out," his lips slanted in a smirk, coursing shivers to run down my spine.

My fists clenched together. Gosh, I wanted to wipe that smirk off his stupid face. Get a hold of yourself, Isabella.

"Let's go," he motioned at both guys.

"But boss.."

He gazed at the blond guy, who shut his mouth quickly.

I drew a relieved sigh, finally watching them leave. There was something about him, I mean the hoodie guy, that felt so unsettling, and I pray that I never see him again.

Well, time to party.

As usual, the parking lot was bustling with people, indicating that the club must be filled up by now. As I walked inside, the soft breeze played with my golden hair, causing it to dance gracefully in the wind. I could feel every gust against my exposed arms, sending delightful shivers down my spine. I made my way inside and straight to the bar, ordering a shot of tequila to relax.

I felt eyes on me and looked to my left to see a handsome man with blond hair winking at me. This was nothing new. I get that a lot. I mean, I was freaking aware of how hot I was. For emphasis, I took a sip from my glass, and swung my golden hair, giving the guy my best, "I know I'm hot" look.

It worked, and he was already making his way towards me. How typical, weak-ass men.

"Hello, sexy," the man smiled, sitting next to me. "You look so hot. Can I buy you a drink?"

My eyes assessed his features; he was wearing a black suit with no tie and had a scar on the side of his face, but it didn't detract from his handsomeness.

I slid my empty glass over to him."Sure," I met his gaze. "But that's all you'll be getting. I'm not going to fuck you."

He chuckled and beckoned the bartender to give me a dry martini.

I took the martini without sparing him a glance and gulped it in one go. "Another one," I slid the glass over to him again.

He asked the bartender for another one, which I gulped down again. Suddenly, my head became a little lightheaded.

"Are you alright?" the guy asked, but his voice sounded kind of distant.

"I don't know," I placed my hand on my head, trying to relieve the sharp pain. "I...I..."

My eyes looked up to see the stranger's lips curved in a smile. Wait, what? Why was he smiling? Fuck it!

My eyes began to spin, and black dots danced in front of my vision, becoming blurry. I held onto the table, trying to stay conscious and before I knew it, darkness overcame me.