Sold To The Lycan-King

Emily's POV

Everyone knew who I was, and for that reason, they treated me like trashcan.

It was late at night, yet Mother sent me a package to deliver to the pack. Jasmine had been at home all day, but she deliberately stopped her from delivering the package, insisting that I did. I grasped it to myself and walked towards the woods, which separated our house from the pack's.

Of course, that was the kind of life I lived, being a late bloomer. We wore rags every day and ate little to no food, most times the leftovers from the pack's Beta leaders.

It didn't take more than two minutes after I entered the woods that I saw the three guys who had asked me out weeks back, but I had declined.

I feared being chastised by the Alpha of our pack, Marcus. He could banish me for trying to love while being a late bloomer - would I be saved by someone else for eternity?

"Here she comes," one of them sneered, striding towards me. I took a few steps back, clutching the package to myself, as it mattered more this time around.

"Slow metamorphosis," another sneered, as they closed in on me, surrounding me, and sniffing the scent stuck in the air.

They were banished from Blackwood pack and had been roaming the woods ever since, bullying wolves like myself.

"You know, I just knew the moon goddess was going to bless me soon. I could feel it. A blessing that dickhead, Marcus, can't stop," Francis insulted, as they burst into laughter.

"Don't come any closer," I warned, retreating as far as I could, as the jewelry in the package clinked against my chest.

"What are you going to do if we come closer?" Francis taunted, marching towards me. "Huh, little to no wolf?"

"Leave me the fuck alone. I was sent on an errand. It's urgent, fuckmasters." I said, gritting my teeth.

"Like she would summon a wolf." Francis added, cheering his friends.

"I just---" I said, but the third one placed a finger on his lips, indicating I keep quiet.

"She looks clean though," another said, staring at me seductively, "how about we..."

He winked at his friends, and one of them roughly pulled me up, my legs dangling in the air, while the package crashed to the ground.

"Leave me alone, motherfucker!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the woods, but no one was around to save me. If anyone were to be here at all, they would be rogues too.

I knew Francis well. Though I didn't agree to be his mate or girlfriend, as he might term it, I could list many features about him - he'd been the talk of the city in the past. For the same reason - bullying and exploiting female wolves - he was banished from the pack, along with his followers. I knew what he was capable of. He had messed with Linda, a classmate of mine, years back, and she was rushed to the hospital as a result. I didn't want the same fate for myself. I fought hard to get out of his grasp, knowing fully well that my efforts might not count, but still, I would try my best.

"You fuckers!" I screamed in anguish, struggling to pull their hands off, but they dragged me towards the dilapidated huts in the woods, the only sound being the rustling of leaves.

Just before they shoved me into the hut, I screamed even louder, and a voice boomed through the air, making the environment tense. They were taken aback, not expecting anyone to intervene.

As they turned back, Marcus appeared. Francis gasped and dropped me to the ground, where I landed with a heavy thud. His face contorted, as if he would plead for Marcus's mercy, begging him not to harm them now.

"Run and don't look back!" Marcus' eyes gleamed green as he instructed, sending them fleeing. They scrambled to their feet and hastily departed.

"Stay calm, the dickheads are all gone," he said, pulling me to my feet. I took his warm hand, forcing a smile to show appreciation for his rescue. I was unsure what to tell Mom about the package. I hesitated to inform him about it, even though I wanted him to lie to her, to spare me the trouble. I didn't want to face the wrath of the Vegan brothers anymore.

The feeling of what awaited me for failing to deliver the package successfully surged through me, choking me. But somehow, Alpha Marcus' presence brought soothing relief.

I lifted my gaze to lock with his, his hands warmly wrapped around mine. He stared at me with unasked questions burning in his mind. I began to sense his emotions, a strange sensation. Could this be true?

"Mate," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized my face.

He abruptly released my hands, which fell limply to my sides. His gaze remained fixed on mine, but the warmth had vanished, replaced by a burning intensity. I saw hatred etched on his face, a shockingly stark contrast to his previous warmth. He never expected this.

"This is embarrassing," he spat, his voice laced with disdain. "The Moon goddess has truly chosen to betray me. You're a nobody, a late bloomer, barely a step above a rogue, and almost human. Ruling beside me would be the worst decision I'll ever make."

"But, Marcus..." I protested, but he silenced me with a raised finger, his eyes flashing with anger.

He didn't utter another word. His gaze remained fixed on mine, and I could sense the irritation radiating from his eyes. Though I wasn't a witch or spellbinder, I could decipher his thoughts from his expression alone. His rapid breaths conveyed annoyance and disappointment in the one he had realized was his mate. On my end, I was torn between the relief and shock of him finally acknowledging me as his mate, a sentiment I had secretly longed for.

Nothing in my life had ever gone my way. As a late bloomer with a succinct wolf, I was accustomed to disappointments. And now, I could sense Marcus pulling away, his breath no longer warm on my skin. One thing was certain in my mind - Marcus would reject me as his mate. No one could convince me otherwise.

Emily's POV

"I, Marcus Ryan Blackwood, Alpha of Blackwood pack, reject you, Emily Rose Wilson, as my mate and Luna."

His words cut deep, his hateful gaze piercing my soul. I dropped my eyes, my heart shattering into a million pieces. I'd prepared myself for his rejection, knowing I wasn't worthy of being Luna.

Just as I thought he'd turned his back on me, his touch burned my skin, lifting my chin. Tears burst forth, streaming down my face as he forced me to meet his cold, hard eyes.

"Listen," Marcus growled, his voice low and threatening. "Keep quiet about this or you'll regret it. The moon goddess made a huge mistake indeed." He dropped my chin, spat at my feet, and walked away.

I was left alone in the woods, shivering with fear and shame. As I struggled to stand, I remembered the package and my mother's trust in me. But now, as morning dawned, I had no idea what to tell her about where I'd spent the night.

Tears fell from my eyes as I stumbled through the woods, trying to escape the pain. My red, puffy eyes burned with every step.

I consciously made my way to a nearby river, seeking solace in its gentle flow. I collapsed beside it, splashing water on my face to wash away my tears. I sobbed quietly, trying to contain the heartache. I stared into the river, and my reflection stared back.

But then, a stranger's face appeared beside mine. My heart raced as I messed up the water, hoping to make it go away. But it didn't. I turned around, slow and scared.

A rogue wolf stood behind me, its eyes fixed on me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran for my life, my legs pumping like never before. Fear fueled my speed as my heart pounded in my chest.

I glanced back, but the rogue had stopped chasing me. Did it just want to scare me?

My breathing slowed as I got closer to home, trying to calm down and avoid raising suspicions. I reached my front door, grasped the doorknob, and took a deep breath. My hair was disheveled, but I heard footsteps approaching, so I quickly opened the door and slipped inside, trying to act normal.

I walked into the dark living room and felt my way to the light switch. I couldn't see a thing. It was quiet, too quiet. Where was everyone? I flipped the switch and my heart skipped a beat.

My mom was sitting right next to me, staring at me with an intense look. It was like she was waiting for me.

"Welcome home, my love," Mom said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glared at me. "Thanks for the surprise."

I tried to speak, but she cut me off.

"You spent the night at a boy's house? Where's the package? The pack told us you never showed up. Where were you?"

Just then, Jasmine burst out of her room, giggling uncontrollably. "Rabbit wolf, rabbit wolf!" She teased, holding her belly in laughter.

"Think you can keep up with the strong wolves? You're delusional!" Mom's voice rose, and I felt tears sting my eyes. She was mocking my wolf again, and it hurt. It wasn't my fault I was a late bloomer, or that my wolf was small and brown. I dashed up the stairs, desperate to escape, but Dad's stern voice halted me.

"Emily!" He thundered, his anger echoing through the living room.

I looked at Dad, and my heart sank when I saw the whip in his hand. He was coming towards me, his eyes blazing with anger. I panicked and dashed into my room, slamming the door shut just in time. I leaned against the door, sobbing uncontrollably. It had been a long time since Dad had last hurt me. They all thought I'd have a powerful wolf since I got mine so late, but when they saw my small, brown wolf, they became my tormentors.

I wished I had been born human, so I could have chosen a different path. I would have sought out a powerful beta or the Alpha himself, and begged them to bite me. Then, I would have become a strong wolf, respected and feared.

I leaned against the door, lost in my thoughts, until I heard the living room door slam shut and muffled voices drifted up. An hour had passed since I'd retreated upstairs. I wasn't curious about their conversation, but when I heard my name shouted in a panicked tone, I rushed to open my door and hastened downstairs.

As I approached the living room, I hesitated and eavesdropped on the conversation. If it didn't sound promising, I'd lock myself in my room for the rest of the day.

"The Alpha wants Emily to come to the pack," Beta Philips said.

"What for?" Mom asked, surprised.

"I don't know, but she's needed now," Philips replied.

Does the Alpha want me now? Did he revise his decision about rejecting me? I thought to myself, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

I quickly went downstairs, feeling a bit happy to leave my unhappy home. Philips gestured for me to follow him, and I did.

He led me to the Alpha's room, gave me a suspicious look, and left. I tried to ask him what was going on, but he told me to be quiet and walked away. I stood outside the door, waiting to be called in. When nothing happened, I knocked on the door, and it opened a little. I pushed it further and went inside.

I slowly opened the door, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Then, I slipped inside. But to my surprise, the room was empty!

I scanned the room, my eyes finally landing on a piece of paper on the Alpha's desk. I rushed over to it, curious.

It was a poem, written by Alpha Marcus... but for whom? I scanned down to the signature, but the name was scratched out. I sighed and began to read the poem anyway, my curiosity getting the better of me.

My heart belongs to one who shines so bright,

A radiant star that outshines the light.

Her strength and beauty leave me in awe,

A love so fierce, it makes my heart raw.

Her eyes burn with a fire so true,

A passion that I've never known anew.

In her embrace, I find my peaceful nest,

A love that's pure, and truly blessed.

My heart soared as I read the poem, feeling seen and loved. But my joy was short-lived.

"Emily!" Marcus's voice boomed, making me spin around to face him. My eyes met a sight that made my blood run cold.

He stood in the doorway, his arm wrapped around Jasmine's waist, a ring gleaming on their entwined hands.

My gaze darted back to the poem, the words now a bitter mockery. He was going to choose my sister over me!

Emily's POV

"Jasmine, what's going on with him?" I rushed towards the door, my face scrunched up in worry. But Jasmine seemed calm, with a small smile on her face.

"What will you do, rabbit wolf?" She asked, sounding calm.

"Don't call me that again!" I shouted, trying to hit her, but Marcus grabbed my hand.

He closed the door and moved deeper into the room, with Jasmine tightly in his arms.

"How could you betray me like this? Rejecting me and choosing my sister instead? You're a fool, how could you..." I said, my voice shaking as I pointed at them.

Jasmine glared at me, "no one wants you, Emily. You're not good enough for any Alpha. You're a disgrace, and we both know that!"

Her mean words hurt me deeply. I felt angry, ashamed, and humiliated. I fought back tears, refusing to cry in front of her. She went back to Marcus, leaving me feeling more unwanted.

Though Jasmine and me weren't close but I didn't expect this. She must have planned this with Marcus behind closed doors.

No matter what I did, I was always wrong. I felt like crying, but I didn't want to give Jasmine the satisfaction, so I kept my emotions in check.

Marcus sniffled, and I thought he was about to apologize, but instead, he gestured to the guard standing in the doorway.

"Let her wait for me in that room. I didn't call her here to insult the future Luna of the pack." He said as the words struck me like a big blow.

He dragged me out of the room, his grip too tight for me to escape.

"Where are we going? What room?" I struggled and asked, but he didn't answer. I kept asking, but he stayed silent until I finally gave up. He was taking me to the Omega quarters, and I wondered if my mistress was angry with me again.

He directed me to a different route, avoiding the usual path to my workplace in the Omega district. He suddenly shoved me into a room, shutting the door behind me without a word.

I coughed, trying to compose myself in the stifling darkness. The room was cramped, filled with what felt like a jumble of haphazardly packed luggage.

I stumbled upon the light switch by chance, bumping into it with my shoulder as I moved towards the door.

As I flipped it on, the sudden brightness made me squint, and I shut my eyes reflexively before opening them again.

My heart raced as I took in the unexpected sight of strangers in the room. I had thought I was surrounded by luggage, but instead, I found myself among people. But why was the light switch off in the first place?

I gazed up at the door and saw the sign "Omega Pack Cell". The strangers glared at me with an annoying intensity. As I returned their stares, I noticed they all wore bra and panties only - same color, same style. There was something peculiar about them. I hiccuped, finding my voice.

"I'm sorry about that," I said, reaching for the switch, but one of them spoke up with a firm voice.

"Don't," she said, and continued chatting with her friends, leaving me to wonder why I was brought here. I must have been mistaken for someone else, I thought.

Growing frustrated with the stifling air and the strange situation. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge - it was locked. I let out a deep sigh and turned to face the other girls, hoping to find some answers.

"Excuse me," I said politely, but only one of them turned to face me.

She approached me, her hands grasping mine gently, and asked, "How can I help you, beautiful?"

For a brief moment, I felt a sense of safety with her, but as I recalled that they were strangers, I quickly regained my composure and kept my expression neutral.

"I need the keys to this room. I need to leave," I said, but her expression turned dark and menacing.

She laughed wickedly, releasing my hands, and sneered, "No one ends up here by accident, little girl."

I whispered, "What's going on?" but she ignored me, returning to her friends.

I continued trying to open the door, despite the noise, desperate to escape. Wasn't the Alpha's rejection and replacement enough? Did I have to endure this too?

The door finally opened, but only a crack, before someone on the other side pulled it shut again. I backed away, my heart racing, as a dominant presence filled the room.

My fear spiked as the Alpha entered, his commanding aura overwhelming. What did he want now? He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, and the other girls fell silent, their attention fixed on him.

His eyes narrowed at the girls, and he nodded curtly, as if conveying a message. Then, his gaze locked onto mine, intense and commanding. I raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on my face, as I took a step back, trying to create more distance between us. But he closed the gap in an instant, his voice booming, his words a vehement order.

"Strip!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the room.

I gasped, struggling to breathe as he pinned me against the wall, his grip constricting my neck. He needed me to join the girls, to dress like them, but I refused.

"No," I mustered enough courage to retort.

He repeated his command, "Strip!" his eyes gleaming with terror, his Alpha tone commanding obedience.

Before I could say Jack Robinson, I had already stripped in front of him. Though I felt shy and embarrassed by doing so, I felt more compelled to obey.

He gulped as he stared at me intensely, his gaze tracing from my feet up to my forehead. He nodded his head quickly and whispered to himself, "good budget."

I shivered, still uncertain about what was happening.

He stood in the doorway, waving to someone in the distance. I couldn't see who it was, but it was clear he was waiting for a signal or confirmation.

After a few minutes, he nodded, seemingly receiving the approval he sought. He turned back to face us, and the girls promptly lined up and marched out of the room.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I hesitantly joined the line, my lips trembling with fear. I had never dressed so revealingly in public before.

As we approached a doorway, our eyes were suddenly bound with a blindfold, and we were led by guards to an unknown destination. I could sense that we were ascending a steep incline as my heart raced with anticipation.

When we were finally told to open our eyes, I was met with a sight that made me gasp in shock, and I barely managed to stifle a scream.

Alphas from different packs sat in high seats, while a large crowd filled the hall. We were about to be sold!

I was still reeling from this shock when another bombshell hit: would any Alpha even want to bid on me?