Auctioned Mates Revenge

Chapter 3

Three years later…

Nine hundred and one.

I grit my teeth and swallowed the bile threatening to rise as I stared at the headboard, focusing on counting the grains in the fake wood.

A spike of pain hit my hip as the john grunted and the sound of slapping skin grew erratic. Nausea surged and tumbled in me but I kept my eyes trained on the wood pattern and counted another four distinct lines.

Three years ago, I was Glenda, the eldest daughter of Alpha Adam of the Fluorite pack.

Since then, I learned that my pack had been destroyed and the land that used to belong to the Fluorite pack now belonged to the Warhammer pack, led by the Wallber family.

They claimed that a plague had taken out the entire pack and there were no survivors. They were liars and it was clear that they had orchestrated attack.

What I don’t understand is why. We had money, but we weren’t that powerful. Ben Wallber, the alpha of the Warhammer pack, could have easily brokered a deal between our packs to the benefit of us all.

Thanks to him, my name is Cherry, and I am a prostitute. My main goal is to get close enough to the Wallber family to learn the truth of what happened three years ago.

“Fuck!” He cried with a final thrust. He was still then pulled out. I was relieved at the sudden, vague emptiness and slipped across the bed towards the bathroom.

I shifted out of his reach quickly.

“Where are you–”

“I have to pee,” I said, avoiding that wet, flabby mouth that aimed for mine. I hurried into the bathroom, closing the door, locking it, and turning on both spigots. I bowed over the sink with a sickening heave of my stomach. Fever rushed over me and the world spun a little. The scent of cheap, industrial cleaner fluttered into my senses as I tried to focus on my goals.

Find out who in the Wallber family was responsible for the Fluorite massacre. Find my little sister, Angelia, and make everyone involved with it pay.

“Wallber. Angelia. Revenge.”

usually did, bitter, furious, and hopeful as I rested my head against

dared not meet my gaze in the mirror as I tried

rid of him, the sooner I could start forgetting this

died down as I flushed the toilet for effect. I washed in cold water; the blistering cold eased

my time drying off just to make sure I had a handle

the bed like an overstuffed king, leering at me as his minuscule cock stirred. I

little thing,” he grinned. “Why not extend our time a little, hm? I’ll tip

the room to pick up my clothes and put my bra on as quickly as I could manage, but not too quickly. I had to seem aloof, not desperate to escape. I was slipping my shirt on when the bed creaked with his weight. His arms wrapped around my waist and I went still as he pulled

My stomach lurched.

whispered in my ear. “I know you enjoy it. How

it irritate me on an instinctual level. I could tear his head off without a fuss even in my weakened state. I wanted to ask if that was part

willingly even be in his presence, but what would he care? He would just complain and buy someone else. How would it serve me other than undo

was like a

I forced my voice into

with the

 

nudging me with his belly,

he was probably aiming to nudge me with his cock as he took a deep breath

eh?” He released me. I stepped away from him. “I’ll be sure to start making my reservations

my shoes, and left the room, closing the door behind me. I took a steadying

was one

to the ground floor of Larry’s Hustler’s, the most expensive and exclusive brothel in Warhammer where drinks poured like rivers and whatever your heart desired was for sale. The wealthy dredges of werewolf and human society congregated here

of Larry’s tacky interior design and faux luxury, but it

day I had been working for was tomorrow. At first, I wasn’t sure how

reaching out with my mind and hoping for a response. My

we managed to communicate

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