Rein's Pov
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"Fifty thousand dollars," someone barked like they were auctioning off livestock.
I blinked.
Moving my leg a little, the sound of chains echoed as I moved. I could also feel something cold and tight around my neck;was that a collar?
What the hell is going on here?
Yeah, not exactly the welcome I expected after I died.
You're probably wondering how I ended up here.
Same.
Let's see.
...…
Let me introduce myself first. I'm Rein, a twenty-year-old girl with blonde hair, black-colored eyes, and a proud curvy body.
It all started with a mask, a megaphone, and a very bad idea.
I was supposed to be protesting. We planned everything: routes, escape patterns, matching t-shirts, and even matching symbols.
"Women are not lab animals!" was what I wrote on my banner.
Bold, right?
Yeah, I knew. That was the aim.
The police came five minutes after we arrived to clear the crowd. It did not take long for half of the people to disappear with them. And me?
I stayed of course for justice.
Justice felt more important than running for safety. Which was my biggest mistake.
Clutching my signboard, with my so-called confidence, I marched to the front gate of the Bio Gen Tower—the tall glass fortress that had turned women's fertility into a capitalist goldmine.
"Cowards!" I screamed through the megaphone, the echo of my voice revealing just how angry I was. "You experiment on women like animals. What about men?"
Though I didn't want anyone to be experimented on regardless of gender.
As I was still trying to voice out my opinion, I saw two guards approaching me. They had burly figures and were clad in black. Faceless. Merciless. Their presence screamed danger.
Run!
I turned, planning on running away, but I felt a sharp pain pierce my neck. Instantly, I felt coldness spread through my veins. The last thing I saw was my sign on the floor, torn and trampled by boots.
"Not my sign. I spent so much money on it," I said, sobbing internally at the money i used in purchasing the materials to make the sign.
"She wasn't supposed to get that dose," one of them whispered.
As my eyes dimmed, tears spilled out.
I couldn't believe I died in a protest. I wonder who will inherit my money.
Darkness closed in.
...…
That was how I ended up here.
I squinted as I tried to adjust my eyes to the light. I was standing....I think...no, showcased on a platform. One spotlight shone on me like a displayed product. All around me were men. Rows and rows of them, seated like an audience in some weird game show. Some had bidding paddles. Most of them were scanning my body with greed, like I was some exotic item on a table.
I felt chills down my skin from their gazes. I scanned the room, trying to make sense of anything. But then something weird happened.
I saw someone's mouth move in the back row.
I couldn't hear them at all, but I could read them the movement of their mouth and understand.
"I must bid for her. It's a must. She is a rare species… A female wolf with a high capability to sire a child."
My breath hitched.
Excuse me?
What the... Rare species?
Female wolf?
I'm sorry, what now?
My heart began to race. I watched the movement of others' lips, faster this time, and the words made sense—like magic.
"She's unmarked. Untouched."
"Look at her frame. That's not a beta's body."
"If she bears pups, they'll be powerful."
My stomach twisted. Pups? Bidding? Untouched?
Why did every word feel like someone was peeling my skin off, layer by layer?
My hand trembled as I clutched the collar.
What am I?
More whispers. More words I had no right being able to understand.
My head was overloaded with different thoughts.
Then—Flash.
I couldn't see anything anymore. Vision blurred and suddenly, my surroundings changed. I wasn't in the auction house.
I was in a forest. Night sky above; moon glowing. My legs looked and felt different—longer and stronger. My feet were no longer human feet but claws.
A howl escaped my throat, which shocked me greatly—how was I able to produce that sound?
Then blood. So much blood. Roars. Screams.
I saw my teeth. My own.
Before I could process anything else—
Gone.
I snapped back into the present with a gasp.
What the hell was that?
Was that… me?
I barely had time to process when I heard..
Bam!
It was the auctioneer. He had slammed his hand on the podium.
"Seventy thousand! A rare Alpha female in her prime! Unclaimed. Fertile!"
Fertile?
My jaw clenched.
"Eighty!"
"Ninety!"
Voices shouted over each other.
A sudden woosh echoed from the back.
The double doors opened.
Instantly,
The whole hall became silent. Heads turned.
A group of five men entered like they owned the whole hall—no, like they owned the whole world.
The one at the center—tall, sharp-jawed, with eyes like winter storms—led them. His aura screamed danger and dominance. I could feel it from across the room.
The others followed, each with their own distinct energy.
They didn't walk. They prowled.
I didn't know who they were, but every instinct in me screamed to run. Hide. Disappear.
Instead, I just stood there, chained like an idiot.
I focused on the lips of a man near the auctioneer.
"That's them. The Blackfang Alphas."
"He'll buy her. For himself and his five Alphas."
Blackfang?
Alphas?
Another whisper caught my eyes.
"Bet the head will claim her. He's been looking for a breeder."
That word again.
Breeder.
My blood turned to ice.
"A fertile Alpha female? She'll be pregnant in less than a week."
I couldn't breathe.
Pregnant?
No.
No, no, no, no.
I was just a girl who held a signboard for justice. I didn't sign up for this. I didn't sign up for chains, a collar, and five power-hungry wolves bidding for my womb.
I tugged at the chain. Hard.
It didn't budge.
I tried again.
Still nothing.
"Please," I whispered. "Let me wake up."
The coldest one stepped forward.
The head of the group.
He raised his bidding paddle.
"One hundred and fifty thousand," he said, his voice calm and sharp enough to cut steel.
The room gasped.
He smirked. Eyes locked on me.
"Mine," he added.
And just like that…
My fate was sealed.