Rupert POV

"Hey, Rupert look." Mason yelled, pointing to her thigh, there was a mark, it was imprinted on her but it was not a mating mark but that of a prostitute or a slave. 

"Is she a prostitute running away from her master?" I questioned not expecting an answer but Mason replied. 

"Yes, this should belong to alpha David, I am sure, he is the owner of this imprint, he is the one running an illegal brothel forcing girls to work for him, she-wolves sold to him by their alpha or the ones he conquer forcefully."

"Does it mean she didn't become a prostitute willingly?"

"Probably, if she did,...