My head was snatched up, the mask that was on the man's face glaring stared at me. "She's fertile."
I glared, bored, into the man. Disgust welled up in me, realizing what I was being sold as. This was disgusting and wrong! My wings shuddered, tightening against my body. I couldn't quite use my two shackled wings to fly, but that didn't mean my other two, which were now hidden away, couldn't. Still, I kept them hidden, knowing full well that this was not the time to run. Guards were present all around me.
"I'm not." I spat, hitting his mask.
The man chuckled. "Not possible, your kind always delivers."
How did this man know? I wasn't sure, nor did I want to find out.
"A rarity indeed. There has never been one of your kind in five hundred years." The man let go of my face, waving his hand above him.
I felt a shove, stumbling into the limousine. My hand braced forward as I flopped onto the seat. A loud slam followed; my body ached from the rough push.
The door on the other side opened, and the man in a mask entered. He sat down, straightened and leaned back.
"You and everyone in that room are sick in the mind." I snarled; I did my best to remember. Remember every scent, every unclean being in that room. My stomach rolled, anger swirled like a venomous snake that was ready to strike.
The man tilted his head; he chuckled. "Cute. Easier to break." His words made me shiver with disgust.
We rode in silence; I watched out the darkened tinted windows. Memorizing every turn, every building, and every point that could help me map out where I was. I was a city away, frowning. This was not good; I could tell that none of these buildings and street names were something I knew.
Large, majestic buildings appeared before us. The limousine passed by a black gate that opened up. Beautiful, trimmed trees lined the avenue, the groundskeepers manicuring them. Giant sculptures made of trees were also present, giving it a strange wonderland feel. The limousine stopped.
The man stepped out. He walked around, opening the door for me to step out.
My mind was ruminating, thinking of different ways to escape. I knew I could fly out, but that would mean that I would need to figure out how to unlock the binding on my wings. My powers felt stifled, almost as if they were pushed into the very back of my mind. It remained, but I could not retrieve it. Frustration gripped my chest.
"Follow," the deep voice spoke, not looking back once.
I walked behind, but my heart was palpitating with intensity. Who were these people, why were they adamant about buying a breeder? Heck, how come there were such things in this modern era? I thought it had died out a long time ago, but I was so wrong.
"Uncle?" A familiar voice spoke the moment we entered. His voice snapped me out of thoughts.
"Eric?" I blurted out, shocked to see him here. "Wh-h-at?"
"What is she doing here?" Eric's voice was slow. The usual cheerfulness that I knew of him was gone. His gaze held cold disbelief as he looked at me.
"You're a bride." The man took off his mask. A striking elderly man, who looked similar to Eric, graced his face. The difference was that his body was bulkier than Eric's .
"What?" Eric asked in disbelief. "A wife? Are you okay, uncle?"
"I'm fine, boy. Do you think I stumbled over my words?"
"No," Eric frowned. "Why did you bring Sarah here? Daimon would be furious that you kidnapped his employee."
The uncle scoffed, "You should be more worried about your position in the pack. Do you know what the other elders are saying about your leadership?" He hissed. "You know I can't take over with my powers; it is up to you. After your father and mother passed, you are the only child left to uphold the lineage. We can not lose control of the pack." His words were heavy, almost threatening.
Eric folded his arms, not happy. "That doesn't mean you bring Sarah here. I'm sure that she doesn't want to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes and brought here to be married off."
"I paid for her, and she will be your wife and give you a son."
Eric sighed, shaking his head. "You know it doesn't work like that." He wanted to groan.
"Yes, it does. After you lost your fated mate to that wretched boy, you can still gain a chosen mate. Not only that, she's an Aeon. The whole supernatural community knows that she exists now after that display at the black market flesh trade." He snorted. "She cost a fortune; you will marry her."
"Uncle, please see the reason." Eric's soft demeanor became colder and colder.
"Do not test me, Eric. If we lose hold of the pack, you lose everything your parents have fought for. Would you want that?"
Eric's shoulder is stiff. "No."
"What would Hillary say? She would want you to have a family, the pack, the leadership that is supposed to be yours. Not that wretched Xander, shaking up the pack." He scoffed. "With you having the Aeon at your side, your leadership will be unstoppable. Her children will be legends, boy. Do you understand implicating this? Every child born from a high-level Aeon is bound to be a ruler."
I watched, frowning. Disgust rolled in my stomach. A silent insanity bloomed in Eric's uncle. Whatever it was, it caused harm. I needed to get out of this crazy family and make it back to mine.
"Uncle Roger, this is my pack. I am the alpha." Eric's voice thundered and simmered. There was an intense vibration in the spiritual air I could taste. It was metallic and heavy; oppressive dominance compressed the air, shoving his uncle and me. My legs shook, but I did not bend. Hell, I would not bend.
His uncle gazed, but the more pressure he applied, he caved. He looked down, baring his neck.
Sweat dripped until the pressure disappeared. I blinked, taking in a deep breath. What was with these men? The same pressure I felt from Daimon was the same with Eric. How come these men have these crazy pressures around them? I contemplated; the word Alpha had my mind reeling.
Uncle Roger rolled his shoulder. He then reached out, grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me into Eric's arm. "Keep her and get a child before it's too late. She's now ours."
My hand rested on Eric's stiff chest.
Uncle Roger walked away, leaving us together.
"Your uncle is a piece of work." I frowned, glaring at Uncle Roger.
"He's…" Eric sighed, "he only wants the best for the family. Don't worry, I won't touch you. I will not do what my uncle asks."
"Thank you." I nodded, I wiggled out of his grasp. Pushing away, realizing I was feeling his chest. My face blushed, pulling away as if he were a hot oven. "Sorry."
"It's alright. It's always nice to have cute feelings for me." Eric winked.
I smacked his chest, "Shush." I cleared my throat. "What is an alpha?" My voice cracked. I smacked my lips twice.
"Werewolves. The leader of the pack," Eric's serious expression lightened. He pointed to himself, and the cheery expression that he wore pointed at himself. "I'm the pack leader of the Sol pack."
"So, all three of you werewolves." Everything clicked. Daimon, Tyler and Eric. All of them were werewolves, and they were leaders of a pack. "Regis Corporation is a werewolf company?"
"Yes, Sol and Hills are as well. I wasn't expecting you to be thrown into our world like this. I'm very sorry."
I shook my head, "No, it's not my fault. Daniel was with me before kidnappers abducted me and took me away like an item. I hissed. "It's not your fault. I'm lucky, I landed in your lap and not someone else."
Eric nodded, "You were with Daniel? How?"
"He wanted to meet and took me to the council." I replied, not telling much.
"You should stay away from that man; he would suck the life out of you."
"What do you mean? You're stating he's a vampire?"
"Yes."
"One could say his whole family is one origin. A royal. Getting noticed by him is like getting trapped. What's more surprising is that you're an Aeon. Who would have thought," he reached his hand and touched the edge of one of my feathers. "I thought this was fake, but these are real, aren't they?"
"Yeah, it gets uncomfortable to keep them away, but .... there are shackles on the base of my wings. I can't retract them."
Eric examined my back. He walked around, inspecting. "A magical shackle." There was a hint of anger in his voice. "I can't believe those flesh traders would do this. Especially worse in the supernatural."
I shrugged, "I never knew they existed in this modern era."
Eric scoffed, "You're naïve to think that there isn't. It's worse now than in the past. Flesh trade never went away; sex trafficking has reached an all-time high in this modern era. Even though they abolished slavery, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist in another form.
"You're right. I was too naïve. Now, I know." I clenched my hands, I then I spoke. "Do you have the key to unlock this shackle?"
"No," Eric shook his head. "My uncle will have. I'll figure out a way to get it for you."
"Thanks."
"Let's get you settled in. Don't worry about work, I'll talk with Daimon."
"I need to make a call to my family."
Eric nodded, "I'll get you a phone as well."
Eric led, taking me through the large mansion. We climbed up the stairs to the second floor, where he took me to the guest room.