Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha

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humiliation, but the fear is stronger. I can't let them take me. I can't let this be my end-not after everything I've endured to get this far. I tug at the

need a plan. You hav

rs from the men, the cries from the other girls-it all swirls around me like a storm. I clench my jaw, fighting back the panic t

t offer a way out. The men up front are laughing, their eyes sweeping over us like

to be h

the voice of the auctioneer booming over th

Feast your eyes on this beauty!" His voice is a sickening mix of excitement and sleaze as he gestures toward me, his hand sw

nothing more than an object. I can feel the heat of their stares on my bare skin, and I want to s

ues, a greedy gleam in his eye. "This one is worth

ushing me closer to the brink. I can barely hear the words over the pounding of my own heart. T

I whip my head around, straining to see what's happening, when I notice the back doors

auctioneer drops the microphone, his face paling as he tries to push through the chaos. The other girls

chairs, and I struggle to keep from getting trampled as I weave through the crowd. The noise is overwhelming, a mixture of shouts, scr

so

-to-face with the auctioneer, his grip tight and his eyes wild with despera

, trying to pull free. My heart races as his fingers dig painfully into my skin. He's dragging me thr

y floor, when suddenly a strong arm shoves t

warrior standing between us, his expression one of disgust as he glares at the auctioneer. Th

eyes narrowing as he looks me over. "Are you al

roat. I manage a shaky nod, my limbs still tr

. The chaos begins to die down, but I feel no relief-only a growing sense of dread. I'm st

s flicking over my disheveled appear

he name carries the weight of the past, of the crimes I'm ac

a response, another warrior strides over, his eyes cold as he

lls odd. No pack brand," he observes, his