Page 15 of Sold Wolf Slave

I found myself craving more despite myself. I didn’t want Will to stop. I hated him for what he was, and yet I couldn’t help but want to keep kissing him.

Then he broke away. Barely glancing in my direction, he turned to look at Lucas. “Are we done?” he asked, sounding almost bored.

Lucas chuckled. I wanted to punch him. “Eager to get her out of here and into bed? I can’t blame you.”

A shiver of repulsion snaked up my skin. I wanted nothing more than to claw Lucas into ribbons. Lucas, Will, and everyone else.

“For winning, you get use of one of the fighting pit houses,” Lucas said. “Some of the men here prefer to keep their women here instead of bringing them back to their real home. It leads to fewer awkward questions.”

Hence, the city layout. I could imagine some of these shifters spending most of their time here, living a double life without anyone knowing. It was absolutely revolting.

I bristled, expecting my new master to give a warning jerk of the chain, but he seemed more interested in talking to Lucas.

“I think I can find some use for that,” Will said.

I could feel the leers on me, and my stomach churned and writhed at the lewd chuckles that reverberated through the space.

“In that case, we won’t keep you,” Lucas said. Whenever I saw him, all I could think about was him dragging my sister away. He gave Will a lecherous smile that made me want to hurl. “Have fun.”

Lucas dropped the chain he’d been holding in Will’s outstretched hand. He caught it, his face stone as large fingers wrapped around it.

Where’s my sister?I wanted to scream at Lucas, even as I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. I glowered at him. He caught the glare, gave me a smirk and a wink, and strolled away as Will muttered in my ear.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I didn’t have a choice. We moved through the city, winding around the large groups of men, some of them leading slaves of their own. We didn’t speak the entire time. His shoulders stayed rigid, and I couldn’t tell if that was from anger or just who he was.

The house they had given Will bordered on mansion-sized. It loomed on a hill at the edge of the small city. He opened the front door and held it open for me. I stepped inside as he let go of the chain. Half of me wanted to run, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good. What was the point? Instead, I moved further into the house. It reminded me of a showroom. Tasteful, expensive furniture that had never been touched, pristine floors, and too-bright lights.

I wandered in before him, looking at my new surroundings, wondering how long he would keep me in the Underside or if he had any intention of taking me out of here at all. Whatever he decided, I was at his mercy.

I hated it. I hated him.

I heard the door close and footsteps come down the hall. When Will emerged from the corridor, his eyes looking at me, I couldn’t help it—I took a step back.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

I’d had other slavers, other masters who told me that usually right before they hit me or dragged me by the hair or something else. I probably should have been terrified, but I channeled that fear into anger instead. I just glared at him in silence, daring him to come too close.

“Go on and sit,” he said, gesturing to the couch.

I thought about turning invisible, or maybe putting up some sort of magical barrier. But things like that would only giveme protection for so long. After which, I’d be punished for the impertinence.

Reluctantly, a lump in my throat, I moved toward the couch and sank down onto it.

He moved to stand in front of me, looking me up and down. My body felt electrified by that gaze, heating under his stare. I tried to temper the feeling. He was my captor. That was it. I didn’t care if he was attractive. He was the enemy.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Is your name really Kendra, or did they give it to you?”

The question took me by surprise. I blinked. Despite promising myself I wouldn’t talk, I found myself saying, “It’s my name.”

He took the key they had given him and unlocked the shackles. They fell to the ground with a rattle.

I glanced down at the shackles on the floor, then back up at him, not bothering to hide my confusion. “Thanks,” I said.

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