Chapter 2
Rosa's POV
"This is a slave from the West… As you can see, she has pretty skin and great features," the Slave Trader announced loudly, walking around me like I was some animal on display. "So, therefore, the auction for this slave starts from the price of one thousand yuan…"
He raised his board high to signal the start of the bidding.
My knees trembled. My heart was bleeding as I stood there, chained, watching the crowd raise their boards like it was just another normal day for them. They were naming prices for me like I was a piece of furniture.
So funny… Just yesterday, I was a Princess. Just yesterday, I had parents who held me, kissed my forehead, and told me I was their joy.
But now… I'm an orphan being sold to the highest bidder.
"Five hundred thousand yuan!" the slave trader shouted, looking around to see if there was anyone else.
He was about to raise his board to seal the deal…
When a calm but cold voice came from within the group of merchants.
"One million yuan."
Everyone turned toward the voice.
Another merchant raised his board. "Two million yuan."
The crowd buzzed with interest now. Whispers started spreading. I stood frozen, staring blankly into the sea of strange faces. I wanted to cry, but I had no tears left. I was numb.
"Three million!"
"Three points five!"
"Four million!"
It kept going until finally—
"Five million yuan," the same man in black said again. This time, there was silence.
No one else was raised aboard.
The slave trader looked stunned but pleased. "Sold! To the man in black for five million yuan!"
I didn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified. I couldn't even see the man's face properly—his hat shadowed most of it, and his cloak was long, reaching down to his boots. Everything about him screamed danger, mystery… and power.
Two guards walked up to me, unlocking my leg chains but holding onto my arms tightly.
"This one's expensive," one of them mumbled to the other. "He better not be buying her just to toss her aside."
I didn't respond.
Because deep inside, I was scared of what five million yuan had just brought me into.
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Rosa's POV
I didn't expect the journey to end at the gates of a werewolf pack.
But it did.
The carriage stopped in front of a massive iron gate guarded by tall warriors with glowing eyes. There were howls in the distance—deep and wild. My heart dropped.
Where was I?
One of the guards stepped forward, eyes fixed on the man who had bought me. "Welcome back, Alpha Bryant."
Alpha?
That single word echoed in my head over and over.
I wasn't sold to a merchant.
I was sold to Alpha. The ruthless, feared leader of the Silver Moon Path—Bryant Kings.
The name alone brought chills to any who heard it. I had heard stories—tales whispered in the palace, about a pack so strong that not even royal guards dared step near its border. A pack led by a cold-blooded Alpha who never smiled and ruled with an iron fist.
And now… I belonged to him.
The carriage door opened, and they dragged me out like I weighed nothing. The sky was dark, the moon high. I could feel the stares of other wolves as I was pulled past them—some curious, others filled with pity… but most just turned away like I was nothing.
He walked ahead, not even glancing back.
Once inside his packhouse, he finally stopped. He turned to face me. Those eyes were emotionless. Distant. As if looking at a thing, not a person.
"You will serve as my personal maid," he said plainly, voice like stone. "You'll clean my chambers, prepare my bath, and be available when I call. If you disobey, you'll be punished. Do you understand?"
I didn't speak. I couldn't.
He stepped closer, lowering his face to mine.
"I asked if you understand."
I forced the word out, trembling. "Yes…"
"Good," he replied coldly. Then he looked away like I no longer mattered.
And just like that, the guards led me down a long hall to a tiny, cold room in the basement.
There was a mat.
A bucket.
Nothing else.
I sat on the floor, hugging my knees as the door shut behind me.
So this was it.
Sold to a beast in human skin.
The feared Alpha Bryant Kings had bought me like property—and named me his maid.
And somehow… This felt worse than death.
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