"What are you doing?" Abel queried Tristan as they headed towards his car. One of the merchants was holding Selena, they got to the spot the car was parked, and he presented the ebony to Tristan.
"You can have her all to yourself," the merchant grinned mischievously and left them.
Abel was mad, so mad he wanted to utter cuss words but had to be careful so as not to receive punishments from his Alpha. What was Tristan thinking?
"You didn't tell me ladies are sold out here," Tristan smiled, his eyes ogling Selena's thick long dark hair. The alcohol had digested in his system, and he'd been able to use his werewolf ability to cast the drunkenness off his eyes. He could clearly see and talk now, and he didn't regret the choice he made; Selena was hot.
"No, Alpha. You can't do this." Abel squawked, his eyes flaring up in anger. He instantly regretted his choice of bringing Tristan to the tavern. "She's not one of us. She's a mere human!" He yelled to let out the frustration he felt.
Selena squinted her eyes when Abel said those words. If they were not human, what were they? She stared at Abel, taking in his prominent features. He was tall and big, the same height as Tristan; he had large muscles that were attractive, and his manly figure was good for the eyes. She returned her gaze to the man who bought her; he was far more handsome than Abel and even bigger. She wished he would stop being mean to her. But he bought her; she would be whatever he wanted her to be. That thought killed her, and she knew she could only wish in that situation.
"You won't question my choices, Abel. Will you?" Tristan glared at Abel, his eyes turning into a vicious red. His wolf growled and Abel got it. He immediately bowed his head in apology, still unsatisfied with his Alpha's choice. "When we get back to the pack house, meet with Dassah. You two should arrange a meeting. I want to speak with all the members of the Aragon pack." He commanded Abel.
"Yes, Alpha." Abel bowed his head in reverence.
"Now, take us back to the pack house, and don't talk about this until we get home." He warned in an authoritative voice that no one dared to question.
Tristan turned to Selena, "Get in!" He commanded in a harsh tone that caused her to flinch. She immediately opened the door and sat in the car. Tristan sat next to her.
Abel drove them home, and all that was in Tristan's mind was what he would do to Selena.
They arrived at the pack manor, and Abel drove directly to Tristan's quarter of the estate. The Alpha's quarter was a mansion on its own, separated from all other buildings. It was located at the extreme of the main manor, and it would take miles to reach it. Tristan was thankful to his father, the late Alpha, who was reasonable enough to understand that the Alphas needed their privacy too.
The gate slid open when the car halted. Abel drove into the garage. He stopped the car and said a few things to Tristan before they alighted from the vehicle.
Tristan glared at Selena, "Come with me." He ordered as he walked into the house. Selena hurried behind him, unsure what was happening or why everywhere was dark outside. She was amazed at how Tristan could easily trace his steps in the dark while she struggled so hard to avoid falling flat.
He wasn't human, she thought and shook her head.
They got into the living room and were welcomed by beaming lights from the chandeliers spread across the vast living room in different colors and sizes. She would have shown her excitement, but she couldn't; the smile she forced out didn't appear. There was no reason to smile when she was sold into slavery to a ruthless Alpha-billionaire. She doesn't even know what awaits her.
She ran her fingers through the soft couches, her eyes ogling the living room and taking in the interior designs, artistic artwork, and other captivating things her eyes could settle on.
She wasn't sure of what to do. She just stood in the corner like a zombie and watched Tristan make some calls. When he was done, his eyes searched the room. She knew he was looking for her.
"I am here," she walked toward him.
"And where is the respect?" Tristan asked huskily. "I bought you, and you should show deference to me." He reminded her.
"I am sorry, sir." She fidgeted.
"Sir? Call me Alpha!" He yelled at her.
She flinched and bowed her head. "I am sorry, A-l-p-h-a," she said amidst stutters.
"One of the omegas will come to pick up, bath you, and change your clothes after she's done with you. You will come back to the mansion, and I will decide what I want to do with you..." he pulled her roughly and pushed her to the wall, running his fingers through her thick dark hair down to her neck, squashing her nipples through the lacy material she wore. Selena let out a shrill cry of hurt. "And your body." He licked his lips lustfully, pushed her away, and strode into the room without looking back one more time.
Selena dropped down on the couch, tears streaming down her face. She cried so much her vision became blurry, still lost in her world of tears, when she felt a hand touch her. She looked up at a female with pale white skin; she was pretty and petite.
"I am Aria," she introduced herself to Selena.
"The Alpha ordered that we come to pick you up." She said, "Come with us, please. The Alpha doesn't like it when an omega like me spends too much time in his quarter." She gripped Selena's hands when she was unyielding. "I am sorry, but I must do this to avoid getting punished." Aria forcefully hauled Selena out of the living room and pushed her into the car Abel brought her in.
She closed the door and sat next to Selena, "We are good to go." Aria said to Abel. Without hesitation, he started the car and drove them to the omegas quarters specially reserved for Selena.