In a world where Werewolves, Vampires and other mythological creatures have evolved to not only fit in with the human world, but to run it, a young witch, raised by an erratic coven of witches finds herself an important pawn in a war that began centuries before her birth. Prudence Skov, Rue to her friends, Styria to her enemies, is charged with a mission that will most likely end in her death, but it would be the steppingstone her coven needs to turn the tide of this war in their favor, getting them one step closer to righting all that is wrong with this new world of drug dealing werewolves, business mogul vampires and the disgusting practice of human trafficking. Humans, who once fought each other to end slavery, ended back up on the bottom of the food chain when their predators, though outnumbered had learned how to blend in. Rue, ready to do whatever it takes to keep herself and her brother safe, knows that being sold into the employ of Phoenix Arizona's most eligible werewolf bachelor is necessary in accomplishing that. But when a wedge is thrown in her plans, her world balances on a precarious edge that naivety had once shielded her from. Will she take the beating of these men who think they own everything and accept her role as a pawn? Or does she have it in her to take control of her destiny, to rise from the ashes of her past and come back stronger than ever? Chaos, love, pain, loss, spicy secrets and more await you in this thrilling story of myths and dangers.
Lihat lebih banyakI wrung my hands in my lap as I stared back at Lathan. I was his mate, right? According to all the old texts I'd had to study over the years about werewolves, a fated mate was something special to them. A rare gift that they believed came from their beloved Moon Goddess. So rare they'd do anything for them. So, would he make sure I got out of this safely? Would he do anything to ensure my safety? I wondered, my stomach roiling with nerves. "-later on in years, but still has many more years of service to offer! He's done it all, from kitchen duty, maid service, butlering, even bedroom tasks are in his repertoire, and high ratings from what I'm told. You don't want to miss out on this item! Bidding starts at fifty." I chewed my bottom lip as I waited for someone to put their paddle up. Hoping it would be someone who looked kind at least. The purveyor asked a few more times for fifty before lowering it. And lowering it. And lowering it... Down to twenty grand and no one raised a padd
Prudence's POV As soon as the man's voice came over the speakers, the entire room fell silent and the lights fully dimmed. My talkative neighbor and I were in complete darkness with the rest of the slaves. "Everything will be ok," the old man said from behind me and I don't know how, but a calm settled over me. I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me and continued to stare out towards the congregation of rich assholes who believed they had this right to sell and use people. "It will be ok," my neighbor in chains repeated and another wave of contentment hit me. "Tonight is going to be one special night," the man who was hosting the event continued. "In fact, I've a feeling it's going to set the new precedent for future events. Records are going to be set, pockets are going to empty! I can feel it in my bones!" he declared with such enthusiasm I saw people lean forward in their seats out in the audience. The night's purveyor was somewhere in his forties, and so energetic that I knew
Reese's POV"All of it goes on her," his Alpha's voice said over his bluetooth."You go it boss," Reese responded quietly along with the confirmations from the other four members that were also on the conference call. Not all of them were able to communicate telepathically, so the use of phones was necessary.Honestly, not many people knew about the telepathic means of communicating anymore, it was something that had been forgotten by most over the centuries of adaptation and magic loss. Reese had been a skeptic of it even being a thing before he'd taken the oath, joined the pack the way the Moon Goddess had intended and had found out firsthand that he could hear the other stronger pack members in his head. Some of the mid tier members were able to communicate telepathically, only if they were in their wolf form. Some couldn't even then. And then the most unlucky of them couldn't even access their wolf skins.The inability for some of them to be able to communicate that way, or even c
We found the spot that was reserved for time slot 50.For me, I realized, swallowing hard.The viewing seats were located on a darkened platform connected to the main stage by stairs that led down into the lit center of it all. Where they had us sitting was dark enough that it would black us out from the audience should they wish to. Looking up, there were dozens of lights that pointed in all different directions."Spotlights," whispered a voice slightly behind me to my right.I looked back at the older man, chewing my lip.Glancing back up at the lights when he just stared at me with a goofy smile on his face. They were probably used for when each lot number was initially called and we'd be strutted across the stage to show the buyers the goods. Leanne had described to me in detail what would happen and what would be expected of me.I felt like a piece of meat being put on display in a butcher's window. A very rare piece of meat, at least. I allowed myself to think, remembering the
"Mr. Nordberg, can I help you?" My father, despite having a werewolf who looked half out of his mind towering over him like he was naught but a five year old, stood there, steadfast and unblinking as he held his hand out to Lathan. Father really knows no fear... Lathan's eyes kept drilling into mine, "Get out of my way," he growled at my father. I wanted to shrink back from his intensity. "I can't do that, you see, you're scaring my charge," he said simply, pulling on the chain that held my cuffs, lifting my hands with the movement. Lathan's eyes dropped to my hands in a similar gesture as Whittaker's earlier and I glanced at the platinum-haired man again real quick. His eyes were locked on Lathan now, confusion and disbelief clouding his handsome features. He looked on the verge on lunging at the new male that had joined our little group. What's that all about? I wondered briefly before my attention was drawn back to Lathan and my father. "You see, Mr. Nordberg, this girl bel
The room was loud in a subdued way. There was a constant buzz of chatter, but no one single voice stood out from the rest. I looked around, trying to look meek rather than nervous as all Hell. My hands were shaking, so they were currently clasped together behind my back to hide that from view. Every time a person walked past us, my eyes shot to them as I immediately reached for my magic, just to find it missing still. I tried, and failed, to erase the images of the runes that covered my cuffs from my memory. "Ah, hello Mr. Skinner, Estrada and..." My father trailed off, shaking hands with the two men whose names he knew before holding his hand out to the third and youngest man in the group. "Whittaker," the younger man said, looking pointedly at my father's outstretched hand before he folded his arms over his chest in a clear dismissal. A dangerous glint flickered through my father's eyes for a quick moment before he dropped his hand, all pleasantness again. I wasn't
My father stood in the corner of the room while two men who were apparently doctors flanked me on either side. Dr. McDowell, the man which my father had brought back with him from checking me in, and a Dr. Bray. McDowell was tall, had dark hair and a bored look on his long face while Bray was shorter than me, which was saying something since I was only 5'5." He had mousey brown hair and was very serious looking. I chewed my lower lip, looking everywhere but at the doctors or my father as Bray took my blood pressure. We were in a room that looked exactly like what you'd find in a hospital. White walls and ceiling, tiled floors, two small beds and a countertop full of containers that held things like cotton swabs, wooden sticks, some metal instruments and gloves. Getting here had only taken a couple minutes, but the quiet from before made it feel like we were miles away from the goings on. McDowell had led us to one of the elevators and I'd watched the numbers count up as we went dow
"Handcuffs?" I asked, a hint of panic in my voice. He glared at me, a quick glance at the werwolves who were all watching with interest. Angry that I was making him look bad in front of his hired help. "Can't have you running off," he said simply, a warning growl in his voice. What are you playing at old man? You know I wouldn't run even if I could... I glanced quickly over at Aiden before looking back down at the metal bindings in his hands. And there was my answer. My knees grew weak. Runes. There were power suppressing runes all along the metal. I slowly shook my head back and forth, taking a step back and the danger that glinted in my father's eyes froze me solid as a pressure formed around my neck. It suddenly became impossible to pull in a breath and my hands flew up to my bare neck, expecting to find something there, cutting off my windpipe. Nothing. Panic flooded through me as I locked eyes with my father. Get over here, he seemed to say with just a look. The pressure i
"It's not fair," Aiden whispered to me in the back of the taxi. Living in downtown Phoenix, most of the places we needed to go were nearby, owning a vehicle and paying parking fees wasn't exactly feasible when the Council apparently thought it imperitive to dress me in an ensemble that altogether probably came close to ten grand. If the dress alone was five, I could only imagine how much the handbag and shoes had cost them. "Shh, they'll hear you. And I'm doing this for the future of our kind," I assured him, picking a piece of hair off his shoulder. "Liar. I know they use me to threaten you, I've heard them." I paused at that, looking at the guilt on his face. I grabbed his ear and yanked him lightly toward me, "Don't you dare blame yourself for any of this. I don't. So you can't either," I warned before I released him. His hand shot up to rub the side of his head. "I can't help it, I do bl-" "No. You don't." I argued heatedly, our voices still hushed. "Why do you think they
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