Chapter 108 Going Off The Script.
SERAPHINA
As Asher shoved Finn and Ronan out of the hall, my eyes flicked toward Ronan’s retreating figure, only to have my jaw seize roughly by the brothel owner’s hand.
“Eyes only on me,” he said, voice low and slow, thick with lust. His stare raked over my face like I was nothing more than a trinket on a merchant’s table. “Yes, like that,” he purred, his breath brushing across my skin like oil.
His thumb dragged from the corner of my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth with deliberate slowness, as though committing every inch to memory. I forced myself not to recoil, my lungs coiling in silent protest, the air thick with bile. Then his fingers slid lower along my jaw, down my throat every inch stoking a fire of nausea beneath my skin.
My wolf snarled deep within me, the growl almost audible, pressing against my control. My fists clenched in my lap, white- knuckled.
Just as his fingers neared the low cut of my bodice, a hand firm and strong wrapped around my
neck from behind.
I choked on a gasp as Ryker’s arm yanked me back against the steel wall of his chest. The growl that rumbled from his chest wasn’t for show. It vibrated through my spine, dark and territorial.
“I don’t like others touching what’s mine,” Ryker said coldly, his voice lethal enough to silence the entire hall.
Wait, what? His? Even if he was going off the script, he did not need to say such things.
The brothel owner’s expression hardened, “You brought him here to sell. Now you’re saying no?”
Ryker didn’t flinch. His hand, once possessive and rough, softened against my throat. His fingertips brushed the hollow of m throat with calculated ease. He was still acting, I reminded myself, but the way his body curved over mine…it felt too instinctual. Too real.
“I said I might,” Ryker replied with a lazy smirk, “I never said I would. A deal only happens when both sides agree and when both sides offer something of equal worth.”
His tone was velvet and razors, smooth, but sharp enough to bleed.
The brothel owner narrowed his eyes, studying Ryker like a man used to getting his way only to suddenly realize he might not. “You’re a shrewd, Alpha_” he muttered. He waited, probably expecting a name, some sign of who Ryker truly was, but Ryker remained still, silent. A smirk tugged at his lips as if to say: You don’t get to know who the fuck am 1.
The owner scowled, then finally turned on his heel with a snap of his fingers. “Fine,” he barked. “Let’s see what I can tempt you with in exchange of this dollboy.”
A moment later, his wolves moved toward the curtain at the end of the hall.
“Bring in the new she–wolves!” the brothel owner bellowed, his voice cracking like a whip.
The sound echoed off the high ceilings. Every nerve in my body went rigid.
This
This was the reason I’d swallowed every ounce of pride I possessed. The reason I let myself be pawed at, sold, and paraded
Mark had been clear, there were only two way’s we’d find Grace Eather Ronan, Fun, or Asher would locate her in the private com or shed be brought into this chamber for auction
As the velvet curtains parted and the first girl stepped out my stomach dropped.
A beautul she wolf was led forward in chams, head bowed, her lips painted bright red, her dress sheer enough to leave nothing to the imagination Her hands trembled where they were bound in front of her and her eyes were blank, as if her soul had already abandoned her body..
The Alphas stirred
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Chapter 108 Going Off The Script
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Bidders leaned forward in their seats, greed and lust warring in their expressions. The scent of desire thickened the air lik
1
I kept my expression composed.
One by one, the girls emerged.
The second. The third. The fourth.
None of them were Grace.
Some of them smiled, though their eyes were hollow. Some had bruises on their arms. One girl couldn’t even walk on her own. She stumbled across the stage while the guards barked orders at her to “stand straight” and “lift your chin.”
Phina growled in my mind when we realised they had been abused.
Still no Grace
My heart raced, pounding louder with every passing second.
Where was she?
The sixth girl walked in. Then the seventh, Eighth.
None of them were her.
A whisper of doubt crept up my spine, and my wolf stirred uneasily inside me. Has something gone wrong? Has she been moved: Had we arrived too late?
Ryker kept looking at me, instead of the she–wolves being auctioned, “Your disguise is slipping,” he whispered near my ear. His breath was hot, teasing the sensitive skin of my neck, and I shivered more from alarm than anything else. My hand was about to instinctively go to my hair fearing that my perfume had worn off, letting my scent bleed through.
Until I caught my reflection in his eyes, clear, composed, male. At least for now.
1 steadied my breathing. “What are you talking about?” I muttered through clenched teeth.
Ryker just gave me a devilish smirk that made my blood boil.
Was this man seriously joking around right now? In the middle of all this?
