My name is Four, yes four, like the number. Of course, it wasn't always my name, but since I was brought to the auctions, it has been what I've been called and what everyone knows me as.
Long ago, I was the proud daughter of the alpha and luna of Blue Moon, but after our pack was brought to ruin, I became one of many awaiting their fate.
You see, in this place, we are no longer people. Instead, we are just things waiting for the day we are bought and given our purpose in life, whether it be a slave, a mistress, a breeder, or worse, an offering.
For years, I've waited for the day that I am bought and given my meaning for living, but so far, it hasn't happened.
the auctioneers say it is because of my eyes. They say that they remind the buyers of the devil and that they fear that if they buy me, I will do nothing but bring ruin to them and their packs. That is, until the day he found me and took me out of this place after saying one thing.
"You with those eyes like a blade have brought ruin to me and because of that you must spend your life atoning."
After that, he became my purpose, my meaning, and with each passing day, I grew more and more greedy. How long will these pleasant days last, especially when conspiracy is rising and betrayal is around every corner?
Will the worries that those who never bought me turn out to be true, or will the odds be defied?

From Slave To Mate

Better Not To Avoid

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\[Chihara’s POV\]
I stare at the woman in front of me while trying to keep from gagging. Ugh, she was disgusting. With her scar-covered skin and her emaciated frame, she was nothing more than a walking corpse.
What in the hell does Lucian see in her? I think to myself as my wolf Angel begins to mutt...

What Does He See In Her