Sold to the Alpha With Silver Eyes - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

*Dev*
By the time we make it to the door, the poor girl is shaking under my arm, her eyes directly on the ground as she moves with ease next to me. To her I must seem like a monster, some asshole coming to do to her what all these bastards have, humiliate her. What kind of man buys a woman to carry his child when he has a mate?
“Ah, you are the lucky bastard who got this one, huh?” The ring leader of this whole auction says, beaming with a cheeky grin.
“Paying a fair sum for her.” I say, sounding bored. “Wouldn’t call it luck when it’s bought and paid for.”
He laughs, throwing his head back and for a moment I imagine dragging my lycan claw over his exposed throat and watching him bleed out at my feet. But I am here for a reason. We need to buy more time, so I need to play the part, even if it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
“You seem disappointed with your purchase. Is she uglier than you expected up close?” he asks, reaching out and lifting the girl’s chin. I watch as her jaw clenches and her eyes stay downcast as before.
“She is fine,” I grind out. “Your establishment is much less…pretentious than I expected. I don’t like large audiences or people trying to infer who I am and where I am from.”
His smile falters and I take pride in making him angry.
“I apologize if you felt that way. Perhaps, once you take her for a few spins, you will see the quality of our product and not the failings of our audience…hmmm?”
A shiver runs up my spine, fueling a deep-seated rage in my chest as I force a smile and nod. Hating the asshole, I have to be in order to fool this guy and his cronies.
“Yes, perhaps I am a little pent up and need a decent release.” I conjure the words up, hating them and the way the girl seems to flinch away from me. If only I could tell her how much of an asshole I am not. Okay, well, maybe I am one, but not this kind of asshole.
“Right well, let’s get the paperwork moving and then I can take you to a room to sample the product if you will, verify anything you wish to check.”
–Are you guys in place yet?-- I say through the mind link to my team, looking for the good news that they finally caught up to me. Pretending to be this sick much longer may make me vomit.
–Not quite, just need you to buy us five minutes. Dev–Hastings shoots back and I scoff out loud.
–Leoni may not have five minutes, so get your asses in gear–I hiss through the mind link before looking up at the guy who watches me curiously.
“Something wrong with what I said?” The man asks.
“Yes, actually. Sample the product, after I pay for her and she is mine? Shouldn’t I be sampling her first?” I bite the words out, feeling the way she tries to squirm some distance between us, but I yank her close, my hand falling to her bony waist as she shakes in my arm.
“Sorry, paperwork first, THEN, sampling. She is a virgin. Once you sample her, the goods are bad and her value drops. There is no return for this one.” He says firmly, his shoulders rolling back to intimidate me.
The last thing I need now is to fight this guy and then try to escape and free these girls on my own with no help. Fuck me, why did I have to run so damn fast?
“I see, then let’s get a move on.”
He leads us into a makeshift office, handing paperwork to me, but no pen. Then he opens a small box, exposing a cushion of pins as he reaches out and grabs the girl’s hand.
“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” I ask, reaching out to free the girl.
“This is part of the process, we are just signing the contract.”
She fights him feebly before he wins and presses her thumb to it and them onto the paper. He does this several times, stamping a new paper each time until he releases her and hands them to me.
“With blood?” I scoff, lifting a brow in question.
“Yes, and your blood will now bind this pact. You just do what she did and place your thumb print over hers.”
“Forgive me for being untrusting here, but this is an illegal auction, and you expect me to just willingly sign documents without knowing what they are?” I scoff, sitting back in the chair as I cross my arms over my chest. “Not a chance in hell.”
“The first document is me issuing her to you, the second is a seal of money being issued, as you paid in cash you will see the receipt only needs your blood and my signature. The reason I don't have you sign your name is for your own safety, sir.”
“I see,” I mutter, annoyed he is doing this the hard way. What is the point for pretenses when this auction is illegal and has been for so many years? Nothing makes this binding because she doesn’t consent and these documents aren’t real.
“And if she doesn’t deliver on her end or perhaps she isn’t living up to expectations, how do I sever this pact?” I ask, leaning forward as I lift the little pincushion and examine it.
He clears his throat and adjusts his cheap, fraying tie. Then he leans forward folding his hands together over his desk.
“Death, or her delivering you a child is the only way out of the pact. If you wish to keep your hands clean or perhaps you find your mate and she disapproves of this breeder, you may bring her back here and we will dispose of her for you.”
“Good,” I say, the lie a smooth as silk as I swallow the bile rising in my throat. These people are fucking sick and when I look over at the poor girl, she doesn’t even look scared by the threat of death, she almost looks like she would prefer it.
I prick my thumb on the pins, scanning the papers, quickly, not believing a damn thing that exits his shithole mouth before stamping it with my precious blood.
By the time I press my sore thumb on the last page, a shudder rolls through me and her as she gasps for air and I feel a constriction in my chest. Then, as if a breeze were whipping through the room, the air swirls around us and settles with a searing heat on my thumb.
“What was that?” I ask, looking up at him in shock.
“This auction may be illegal, but these documents legitmate. Done the right way, the way you both just did, it is truly binding. So you do not have to worry about anyone coming after you or trying to take her away.”
“And the documents, do they stay with you or come with me?” I ask him as he shoves them in a manilla envelope and seals it with a lick of his slimy tongue.
I want a closer look at them, verify the names and seal on it to see how legitimate they are. If they are real, then we have a much bigger problem than just illegal auctions.
“These are for you, should anyone try to claim you purchased her illegally at an auction. It is designed to look like she was willing, even if she isn’t” Then he stands and moves toward the door. “I will be right back after I prepare your room to try her out.”
The second he closes the door I am up on my feet pacing.
“Fuck, I really hate this prick” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. What the hell did I just get myself into? I place my hands on my hips. “Fucking shit!”
“You could just let me go,” she whispers, her eyes on my face.
She is hauntingly beautiful. The ghost of a stunning woman she must have been before she was beaten and malnourished. As much as I would gladly free her, I can’t and I’m not sure I want to. My chest stirs strangely as I watch the hope slowly dim in her eyes. I frown, loathing myself and what I just accidentally did to her and myself.
“It is not as simple as letting you go.” I whisper, guilt and regret dripping in my words. .
–We are breeching now–Hastings says, finally hitting my mind link.
“Oh thank fuck,” I grumble, rushing to the door but freeze before I turn and look at the girl sitting there.
I wince, torn between leaving her or dragging her with me but when I see the fear on her face I rush over to her and tear off my black hoodie, wrapping it around her shoulders. “Things are about to get bloody. I suggest you hide, okay? I will come find you after and we can figure this out.”
“Wait!” she screams after me as I sprint out the door, leaving her behind.
The man in charge comes around the corner, his eyes growing wide as he runs into me. I rear back my fist and throw it into his face, his nose crunching beneath my strength as he drops to the ground and cries out in pain.
I drop to the ground, gripping his lapel as I yank him up and hammer his skull into the cement three times, ensuring he is at least brain damaged before I get up and rush back to where the auction is still being held.
The second I break through the door, the room is already in an uproar. Leoni, my undercover warrior, holds the auctioneer in the crook of her elbow, whispering in his ear before she snaps his neck and leaps off the stage at the first person she can find. Hastings and the others break in through a wall, grabbing everyone they can and making sure they can’t move.
A claw swipes past my face, narrowly missing me before I catch the wolf's meager paw and yank it back, exposing its side to me. I thrust my hand through its ribs, feeling them give way into a soft wet flesh of its insides before I drop it and transform into my lycan.
Moving to cut off the only remaining unguarded exit. Not a soul dares come my way as I stand two feet above even the tallest alpha in my form. Hastings closes in, moving those remaining toward the center, Leoni and a few other warriors doing the same for their exit.
A scream breaks through the silence, not a frightened scream but a feral one that comes from outside the room before rubbles flies in my direction, a large section of cement slamming me in the side and pinning me down, rebar slipping through my upper thigh as I roar in pain.
“GET OUT NOW!” a rogue yells loudly before everyone makes a break for the alternative exit.
The fading light of the sun pours into the hole, making the air hazy and near impossible to see as I shove the cement from my body with a grunt of effort. The metal slips from my thigh, but I push the pain away when I see a woman being dragged away by her long, deep brown hair.
I stumble over the broken wall in front of me, getting closer as my lycan retreats, leaving me in human form as it tries to speed up my healing. As I lean closer, the person dragging the woman cheers manically.
“HAHA!! The beta bitch is mine!”
My breeder screams, her body flailing as she tries like hell to fight a battle she won’t win. I try to walk over the shit on the ground to get to her, but crash and tumble down the broken bricks cursing as my warriors rush to my side, helping me up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I roar, shoving them off, pointing at her as she grows further away. “Go after her!”
“But Alpha…” Hastings says looking at my leg as blood pours from it profusely. “You need this fixed, now.”
“I gave you an order, save her or don’t fucking come back!” I roar, shoving him away, but his hesitation infuriates me as I growl and break into a run. “Fuck it, I will do it myself.”
This girl is bound to me, stuck with me until we can figure out a way to break this unwanted breeder bond we have both found ourselves in. It is my duty to protect her, keep her safe, and that’s what I will do even if I bleed out trying to save her.
My leg wobbles beneath my weight as I pick up speed, gritting my teeth in order to force the pain from my mind. Each agonizing step draws me closer as her face becomes more clear for me to see, blood streaks her cheek and her right eyes is swollen and red. But when she sees me I see that spark come back, that little kindling of hope that I might actually be here to save her.
The fucker looks over his shoulder, a victorious grin on his lips until he sees my determined face and he falters, tripping over his feet. He stumbles, gathering himself before he grabs hold of her arm and yanks her along with more urgency.
I say nothing as I close in, my heart pumping my lycan stirring and wanting a chance to sink his teeth into this asshole regardless of the job it needs to do healing my leg.
“Ah shit, shit!” The rogue cusses to himself, his head swinging around as he cuts to the right rushing toward a ledge before he pauses and looks at me, lifting her up as if she were a sack of rice. “Want her? Go fucking get her dickhead!”
And he tosses her over the edge, I am only ten steps away as her body twists, her hair wrapping around her face as she falls from my sight. I can’t stop, no, I refuse to stop as I lurch forward, launching myself over the edge after her, praying to the heavens there is water beneath us.