Ironclaw Pack
Raina's POV
The heavy gate of the dungeon creaked open, and a harsh beam of light pierced through the darkness.
My eyes, dulled from years of confinement, squinted against it. It was only the second time I had seen daylight in three years.
I used to be the heir of Ironclaw pack.
Now, I'm nothing but a worthless omega.
Two guards entered the cell and stood in front of me, their expressions twisted with disgust. One of them grabbed me by the arm and yanked me up from the filthy ground.
I didn't even bother to resist. I have learned that resistance to my new fate will only earn me beatings and bruises.
They dragged me down the damp corridor until we reached the room that had once been mine. Where I lived as the Alpha's daughter and a princess.
Waiting there was Aria, my uncle, Marcus's Luna, flanked by two servants.
Without a word, she motioned to them and the guards shoved me forward and handed me over like I was a livestock.
The servants bathed me, scrubbing away the dirt despite my protest that I could do it myself. When they finished, they rubbed scented cream onto my skin.
I stood still, confused by what demented reason my uncle has for doing this and brushed my teeth as well.
My uncle never did anything without an evil purpose.
Four months ago when I turned eighteen, the official age to receive the blessings of the goddess for a special ability, he let me out and paraded me before the pack.
I was hoping my wolf would manifest power worthy of our bloodline as warriors, but I turned out to be the worst. An ordinary wolf, who is just useful for breeding.
Out of anger, he threw me back into the cell before the ceremony was over.
The servants pointed to a clean underwear lying on the bed once I was done brushing and I opened my mouth to ask questions but went ahead to put them on.
The underwear was white laced, and made my now fresh figure visible.
I looked around for clothes when I was done but found none, and stepped outside a little, covering myself with the door.
"Tie her up and follow me," Aria ordered to the guards earlier without sparing me a glance and I immediately protest.
"What about clothes?" I asked. Even if it was the rags I was wearing earlier, I would prefer it.
"Why would you need any clothes?" Aria answered coldly, and before I could say another word, the guards moved closed and dragged me out of the room completely, half-naked.
Iron chains bit into my wrists and they immediately drag me again out to the stone courtyard like a captured animal.
My heart clenched, and cold fear slid down my spine as they dragged me out. I tried to resist being dragged out naked but their grips were tighter, causing the iron on my wrists to hurt more and jerked me forward.
My feet scrape as I stumbled against the cold ground.
My heart pounded against my chest as I thought of the worst thing that could happen to me again.
I was already branded as an omega prisoner but as we stepped into another big room, I found dozens of eyes staring right at me.
For the umpteenth time in my eighteen years of life, I wished I had never been born.
If only my father, the now late Alpha of Ironclaw pack wasn't framed and sentenced to death by the Alpha king, then my life wouldn't be this pathetic.
A hand shoved me forward while in my daze, and I was pulled through the crowd of werewolves and made to stand at the center of the hall.
I heard a few of giggles and I immediately wrapped my arms around my body, mortified, but the guards immediately wrenched them apart, forcing me to stand tall and open, like a display.
My resistance seemed to amuse the crowd and they burst out laughing, their voices scrape against my ears like rusted knives.
I looked up, then I saw the sign, this is a bid for items and my uncle has decided to make me one of them.
My breath became shaky, and I felt every eyes raked over me, their stare crawling across my skin like greasy fingers.
Then my uncle, Alpha Marcus stepped unto the stage, his greedy eyes scanning the crowd of powerful wolves and lesser Alphas sitting in the room.
He walked up to me, and forced me down on my knees and smirked in my face.
"My dear niece," he mocked.
Bile rose in my throat hearing that word from him and I wished I could strangle his neck but I was powerless in chains and bonds.
"You are finally going to become useful for the pack and bring me fortune." he muttered and forcefully asked that I shift so everyone can see.
I wanted to refuse at first, but the dagger looks from him made me change my mind, and I shifted for a second before turning again.
"My fellow Alphas and Lycans," Marcus voice rang out after, spreading his arms as if welcoming old friends to a feast.
"Before you stands a treasure unlike any other: Raina Stone, daughter of the late Alpha Stone. Eighteen summers old, untainted, and, as you can already tell, blessed by the Goddess as a breeder."
A ripple of murmurs followed his words, spreading like wildfire.
"Lovely," one of the Alphas chuckled, his sharp eyes glinting.
"Her scent is so strong and appealing." he giggled like a pervert, standing up to get a better view of me.
Heat rose in my chest, choking me so much that I bit my lips until I tasted blood, fighting the tears burning in my eyes.
"Why don't you strip her?" one of them shouted with a hearty laugh, and others quietly agreed.
My heart clenched with fear, and I instantly shook my head, pleading with Marcus not to and thankfully he didn't.
"Only the buyer has that privilege." he answered back.
"I have to make sure to buy her then. I can't wait to have her in my bed." the man earlier shouted loudly.
My heart continued to heave with fear, if I'm really sold to him, then he will definitely turn me into a sex toy.
"Let the bidding begin at twenty thousand," Marcus declared.