Demon’s Lust

Sorra growled in the back of her throat at the people passing by. Her hands tensed against her shackles as she glared at anyone who dared make eye contact.

“This is a feisty one!” she heard someone say condescendingly.

“She would be wild beneath the sheets…”

Sorra’s entire body tensed, then she suddenly, and to the great surprise of the people, lunged at a man who had stepped too close. The chains held her down and the man jumped back in fear. The slave master who had captured Sorra whipped her several times, but it was as if the pain only fueled her rage.

She had seen the other she-wolves who had been captured submit to the torture and become shells, and had she been the only slave, she would have been the same. However, her Alpha blood boiled instead because of their pain. She could not give up because she needed to be their hope. Sorra knew she had the strength despite her sufferings. The people gathered round as the auction began, though they were sure to give the wild she-wolf a wide berth. No one could deny that she was extremely beautiful, however she had very unusual features. Her eyes were a pale blue that was almost white and her hair was silvery blonde. She looked like the personification of a moonbeam.

The lust towards her that many of the onlookers felt wasn’t diminished by her aggressive behavior either, rather it excites them.

“Step up there, wench!” the slave master said, forcing her on the stage beside the other chained women. Though they were all wearing slave garb, Sorra snarled as she felt prying eyes admiring her body.

“Our first one is this feisty little piece, can I get a hundred pounds?” the slave master shouted.

“One hundred!”

“Two hundred!”

“Five hundred pounds!” Everyone gasped at the huge sum as a dark eyed man stepped forward. He licked his lips at Sorra making her want to gag.

“Is that Lord Emberly?”

“Why would he pay so much for a slave?” Lord Emberly smirked at the whispers.

“Five hundred going once, five hundred going twi-“

The slave master was cut off when the crowd parted and a massive man in expensive clothing stepped through, shouting, “A thousand pounds!”

Sorra glanced at her new enemy and caught his scent. She sneered as she realized the cruel game the moon goddess had played. This pig was her mate. He looked at her intensely, waiting for the slave master to recover from his shock. “A thousand pounds! Going once, twice, and sold to the esteemed High Lord and Alpha Thayor of the clan Greyfang!” The man stepped forward and caught Sorra’s face and smiled.

“We can be together now, my mate. You have no idea how long I’ve searched for you.”

Sorra felt her heart soften slightly at the gentle words, but quickly caught herself.

“I belong only to myself.” she hissed. “Mate bond or not, I will be free.” Thayor stepped back at her words as if slapped. He looked hurt, but it quickly turned to anger. She smiled inwardly. You can always tell a man’s true character when he is told “no.”

“We will see,” he said after a moment. He was surprised at the power in her words and knew with certainty that his lovely mate had Alpha blood. He couldn’t help thinking how perfect she would be by his side.