Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Well, Sir, I know that the night after the full moon is generally the time when the Elite Bitch Auction is held,” Branson offers.
“The EBA? Fuck—I forgot about that! It’s still going on?” I ask.
“The authorities shut it down for a while but it’s made a comeback, from what I’ve heard,” he says blandly. “If Sunny really is a Recessive Omega, like you believe her to be, she would fetch a pretty penny at a place like that.”
“Where is it at? Where is it being held?” I demand.
“I don’t know—the location is changed every month,” Branson says. “I only know as much as I do because I’m careful to keep tabs on the Were world. It behooves me to know the family’s business, since I am a mere human myself.”
“Can you find out the location and get me an invitation?” I ask him.
“I’ll do my utmost,” Branson promises.
“Work fast,” I tell him. “I don’t care how much it costs in bribes—get me a time, a place, and a ticket. I have to be there!”
“What if that’s not where Kane took her, though?” Branson asks.
“He took her there—or he’s taking her. The EBA is where he’ll get the most money for her. The bastard makes most of his money in trafficking,” I growl. Inside, I can feel my Wolf agreeing with me and I know I’m right. The Wolf’s gut instincts are never wrong—tonight when the auction opens, Sunny will be there, up for sale.
And I’m going to be there to buy her freedom and kill anyone who’s dared to touch her or hurt her in any way.
36
SUNNY
“Get ready—your girl is up next,” someone says. I look around and see it’s the guy wearing a microphone in his ear. He’s the MC for this weird event, I think. At any rate, I heard him introducing himself and welcoming people to the monthly “Elite Bitch Auction” earlier. That was before I was herded up a flight of wooden stairs into the backstage area of this vast auditorium.
It’s been a rough twenty-four hours since Real Kane kidnapped me. First of all, I was knocked out and locked in the back of the van for hours. When I finally came to, I heard a lot of scary sounds outside—howling and growling and snarling. It sounded like a pack of wolves was fighting over some hapless prey animal out there.
I was freezing cold because I was still naked. In one corner of the van, I found an old blanket. It smelled horrible and it was stiff with what I was afraid was dried blood. But I held my nose and wrapped it around me—what else could I do? It was use the blanket or get hypothermia!
When the sun finally started coming up, the van doors were thrown open and I saw Real Kane and his two goons standing there—all three of them were naked.
I was scared to death they were going to gang-rape me and then kill me. The three of them were covered in dirt and there was blood smeared on their faces and around their mouths.
But my brother only looked me over and nodded.
“Good—let’s get dressed and take her to the auction.”
“But boss, we ain’t got nothing for her to wear!” one of the others protested. “The EBA is fucking fancy! Don’t they get all the girls dressed up for it?”
“I know someone,” was all Real Kane said. “Don’t fucking worry—this isn’t my first rodeo.”
“Wait!” I begged when they started to close the doors on me. “Please—I really have to pee! And I’m so thirsty.”
“Fine—but don’t think you’re getting away from us.” Real Kane dragged me out of the van and set me on my feet. He stripped away the blanket, leaving me naked again. We were in the woods, I saw—not far from my house. If I could go behind a bush and then sneak off while I was pretending to pee…
But my sadistic brother wasn’t having any of that.
“Squat,” he ordered, pointing to his feet.
“What, here?” I demanded. “In front of all of you? That’s disgusting!”
“That’s the only way you’ll get to go,” he said flatly. “Piss right here or you can piss yourself in the back of the van—either way, I don’t give a fuck.”
I was forced to squat there in the dirt with the three of them watching me. I nearly lost my balance twice because my arms were still handcuffed behind me. As tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks, I somehow managed to do my business.
When I was finished, Real Kane yanked me up again and pushed me back into the van. He shoved a half-full bottle of water at me but I couldn’t take it.
“My hands!” I pleaded. “Can’t you at least cuff them in front?”
He grumbled about how I was a mouthy bitch but at last produced a key from the pocket of his discarded jeans and uncuffed my arms only to bring them around in front of me and refasten the cuffs.