Auctioned Mates Revenge

“You, Both of you. Get up.”

I shook my head, shuddering, “Please… Please don’t–”

He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me up to my feet. He grabbed Angelia with his other hand and proceeded to drag us towards the door. The others jeered and laughed.

“Have a good time, ladies!”

Someone wailed in terror as I continued to please, trying to fight the man’s grip. Panic took over as I saw the fear in Armilla’s face. Angelia had gone all but silent as she was pulled along like a ragdoll. Her eyes seemed glazed over.

My heart raced.

3 years later. 901 days to be exact. The day I had been working for was tomorrow.

I was sold to Larry’s from a small brothel in the Midnight pack’s territory. While it was true that I could pay for my freedom, the price was astronomical and the system was built to make sure Larry’s never parted with a prostitute without getting the best deal.

No matter how much I earned, I only earned three percent at most before tips. In my early days, I’d done the math about how much I was worth. Even if I slept with twenty men every day for a year, I wouldn’t be able to pay for my freedom.

To get a chance at my revenge, I had to set aside my dignity and go from Glenda to Cherry, the Cold Beauty from Midnight.

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(Triggers warning!) They killed my parents. Turned my underaged sister as s*x slave. Sold me to a brothel. It’s been 901 days until the soon to be alpha made the highest bid on my auction night.