Fated To The Cursed Alpha

Chapter 3 : Sell them off

AMELIA'S POV

Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sun temporarily blinding me as my vision remained blurry. I attempted to shield my eyes with my hands, but they were chained behind my back. My legs were also chained, and my mouth was tightly sealed with adhesive tape. My Red Hair was Messy.

Where was I?

Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and the blurriness faded, yet a lingering weakness persisted, accompanied by a throbbing headache. I had no idea where I was, but it was evident that I was confined within a moving structure along with a group of women around my age. Their faces were swollen and tomato red, and they appeared frail. Their eyes seemed bloodshot, almost engulfed by their swollen faces. Like me, their mouths were also taped shut.

Memories of the previous night flooded my mind.

"Dad," I whimpered softly, tears streaming down my cheeks.

My father was gone!

Did Anthony get the stone he wanted?

I still didn't know.

Why was I still alive?

The structure we were in had a rectangular shape and no roof. I attempted to stand up to catch a glimpse of the outside, but the chains prevented me from doing so. The structure seemed shorter than my actual height, but I couldn't confirm it.

I heard the sound of a horse neighing.

It seemed we were in a horse-drawn wagon.

Where were they taking us?

I didn't know our destination, but wherever it was, it wouldn't be favorable for us. We might be turned into slaves.

But could that be possible? Wasn't the slave trade prohibited in our world?

Well, the attack on us by Anthony Reyes was also illegal, but he did it and would surely get away with it unless I have my revenge on him. This means that it is still possible for him to enslave us and escape the consequences, thanks to the protection of the Reyes Royal blood.

To be on the safe side, I needed to escape from this structure, which appeared to be a horse-drawn wagon.

To escape, I required the assistance of Angel, my wolf.

I tried to connect with Angel, but I couldn't. Something was amiss. I no longer felt the presence of my wolf. I felt like an ordinary human.

How was that possible?

I made another attempt to connect with Angel, but once again, I failed.

What had Anthony Reyes done to me?

Fear washed over me like water from a shower. I began trembling with an adrenaline rush coursing through my veins, intensifying my fear.

Without my wolf, I was undeniably weak.

The structure continued to move, occasionally bouncing as if it had encountered a small rock on the ground.

Finally, the structure came to a halt. I assumed we had arrived at our destination, so I closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

I heard footsteps receding from the structure; it was most likely the person in control of it.

After a few minutes, I heard another set of footsteps approaching the structure. The structure shook as if someone had leaned against it—the person who had walked towards it.

"To what do I owe this surprise visit?" a deep, masculine voice inquired, and his footsteps drew closer to the structure.

"Good morning, my lord. I'm here today to deliver a package from the Reyes," a voice, presumably the one controlling the structure, responded.

"Reyes?" the voice echoed.

"Yes, my lord, Anthony Reyes, to be precise."

"Oh... What could the package be?" The voice drew closer, indicating the person was approaching.

"Some virgin ladies, my lord."

"Virgins?" the voice questioned.

"Yes, my lord. He asked me to deliver them to you as a token of appreciation to strengthen the alliance between this pack and the royal pack."

"That's nice! At least I have some new vαginas to enjoy. I'm getting tired of repeatedly f*cking the 35 vαginas living with me," he said, and both of them chuckled.

"Well, Lord, you know women are like clothes. You can't wear one cloth forever; you need to keep changing them daily. So, women need to be changed daily. They are also like food; you need to change your diet always, so you need to change women always," the voice continued, and both of them laughed.

"How many are there?" the voice referred to as Lord inquired.

"Ten maidens, my Lord," he answered.

"That's quite a large number of vαginas since I already have 35," he laughed again, followed by the other person, and then they both laughed together. "I think two vαginas would be enough for me. Payton!"

Were they referring to us as vαginas?

"Yes, boss," another voice, different from the previous two, responded.

"Get me two v*****s from here," I heard the person referred to as Lord say.

"okay, my lord!"

"Lord, what would I do with the remaining eight ladies?" I heard the voice of the man who controlled the horse-drawn wagon say. There was no reply to his question.

I noticed a hand inserted into the structure, so I squeezed myself away, trying not to be noticed, to avoid being picked. I felt the hand drag up one lady, unchain her, and pull her out of the structure. Then the hand inserted again, dragging out one more lady, unchaining her as well.

Phew! Thanks to the moon goddess, I wasn't picked!

"I'm done, Lord!"

"Take them into my palace, ask the maid to clean them up. I'll be enjoying them tonight."

"Lord, it seems you didn't hear my question. What should I do with the rest of the eight maidens?"

"Take them to the black market and sell them off! Auction them to the highest bidder and bring back the money to me," the person referred to as the Lord replied. I heard his footsteps walking away from the structure.

Sell us off? F*ck! I'm surely doomed. When did women turn into commodities that could be auctioned off?

I heard the sound of something being whipped, followed immediately by the neighing of a horse. And then, once again, the structure began moving.