Hearing the voice, the three men immediately jumped away from Dora with nervousness etched on their faces.

"I thought I asked a question." A man with a huge scar that dragged on from the left side of his forehead to the right side of his mouth giving him a scary and dominating look at the same time.

"Boss, we were just checking if she is well enough so the clients will be satisfied." The man who wanted to touch Dora earlier, hurriedly explained.

"It better be, you know clients like their things untouched." The scar faced man puffed his cigarette and then walked out leaving the men cursing their hearts out.

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The past three days were a blur for Dora as she could not quite understand what was going on, everything the men did they will always mention something about clients and stuff.

Dora sat quietly in the car as they drove past the tall city buildings, she had so much questions in her mind but was too afraid to ask any of them, she spent her past four years in the pack either locked away in the dungeon, or was too busy doing all the chores, she hardly knew how this civilization.

"Come down." One of the men ordered Dora immediately they parked the car, and she obediently got down.

To her surprise, Dora saw about a dozen of other girls dressed decently but also in a way that their assets were shown, the girls were arranged in a single file and then led into a tiny door.

"Let's go." One of the brute men held Dora elbow tightly afraid that she would run away, she was forcefully dragged to the tiny door and then they went inside the building through it.

Getting into the building, Dora marveled at the beauty as the red carpet on the floor and the paintings on each side of the wall gave one the feeling like they were royalty, it was nothing compared to her pack house, this whole place screamed elegant and expensive.

After walking for a while, each of the girls including Dora were handed numbers and told to line up according to their numbers.

Dora felt this scene was familiar, they always did this in the pack when families wanted to choose Omega's brought from war as slaves, her eyes widened in realization.

She looked back hurriedly hoping there was a way to get out of the room, but there were bodyguards at the back, Dora could hardly believe her luck as she had just managed to escape from the cruel hands of her pack members, imagine if it was a stranger that had no sentiments towards her.

"Moon goddess, what wrong have I possibly done to you?" Dora whispered underneath her breath feeling the urge to cry, "Number 54!!" A man yelled at the girls that were lined up startling Dora in thee process.

It was then she noticed that she was the one at the front and the other girls were long gone.

"If you think of running, when you're eventually caught I'll kill you." The middle man spoke aggressively causing Dora to gulp, who wasn't afraid of death?

Reluctantly, Dora walked up the stairs with her legs shaking, she could not believe she would be thrown into another person's hand as soon as she got out of that wicked pack.

'Look at the bright side, at least we won't get hurt by the people we love any longer.' A voice inside Dora's head causing her to sigh with relief, 'Lexia! You're okay!' she said to the voice with excitement.

Lexia, is Dora's wolf the second thing that comforted her during her dark times, even though her suffering was because of Lexia's weakness in nature, Dora never for once blamed her.

Dora's thought were soon cut short when she felt a huge light shine on her, she began to fidget with her fingers, praying to the moon goddess that whosoever is buying her out would be a little bit nicer than her pack members.

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Everyone stared at the scrawny girl who had just stepped on stage with the tag number 54 attached to her dress.

Whispers went round the room as some people wondered where there malnutritioned girl was brought out from.

"Auction price begins from 500 thousand." The auctioneer said hoping sell out the girl, he thought that the girls to be auctioned were all well endowed, how did the skinny one now get up here, he hoped the higher-ups would not be angered by this decision.

"1million." Someone said raising his panel up causing Dora to look up with teary eyes, she did not want to be sold, especially with the fact that the man who just raised his bidding panel was a fat old man with a big pot belly, unknown to Dora, her teary eyed look had attracted a deadly predator.

"I bid 100 million." He said with a smile on his face as he had found a new prey to hunt daily, everyone turned to say at the man who had called out the bid ready to ridicule him for having a bird brain to want to bid that amount of money on a woman that wasn't even worth, but immediately they turned, their jest stuck in their throats as they could no longer utter any word, I mean who in their right sense would.

At the back of the auction room, sat a man wearing a tuxedo with a stick of cigarettes in between his hands and a playful yet cold smirk on his face, his long legs were crossed as his eyes which were as sharp as that of a lion monitoring his prey, he looked at Dora's pitiful body with interest as he puffed his cigarette slowly and elegantly.

Behold, the man, was none other than the most feared mafia lord in town, a man that no one dared to go toe to toe against him, and those who tried to never lived to tell the tale, even the government feared him and tried to avoid deals that involved him, it was none other than, Don Maverick!