Chapter 109 The Real Brothel

    SERAPHINA

    b“/bbGrace /bdoesn’t seem to be here,” he murmured, his voice growing quieter, serious.

    I followed his gaze toward the she–wolves being auctioned off one by one, trembling in the arms of the highest bidders. Ye most of their eyes were still fixed on me.

    My skin crawled under the sheer bveil/b.

    Still I didn’t look away from that velvet curtain.

    We hadn’te this bfar /bfor nothing.

    bTonight’s /bauction was nearing its bend/b, and Grace had not appeared.

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    My fists clenched tightly in myp. “Howe she’s not bhere/b?” I whispered, just as static flickered in my earpiece, “That means she has to be on the floors bthat /bRonan, Asher band /bFinn are checking.”

    Asher’s voice filtered in first, “Nothing. We checked every room. She’s bnot /bhere.”

    Then Finn. “Same. No sign of her on my floors.”

    I stiffened. How was this possible? Was Grace really not here?

    Ryker and I exchanged a look.

    Before either of us could bspeak/b, the brothel owner approached again, a smug curl on his lips. “So, bshall /bwe make that deal now?” he bsaid/bb, /bvoice syrupy band /bgleaming with self–satisfaction.

    Then, like lightning in my chest, Ronan’s voice came through the private frequency that only I shared with him, reminding me of the words before we entered Nightshade Alley.

    My eyes flicked up to where he stood, barely visible between the pirs of the upper floor. Our gazes locked.

    Just like that, I found myself lowering my gaze.

    I never said yes to him, I bhadn’t /bpromised bhim /bbanything /bknowing that bto /bstay safe in this hellhole was impossible bespecially /bwhen I was a dollboy. bI /bhadn’t promised that I would be safe. As bhis /bpossessive yet protective voice echoed in my ear. something strange bloomed in my chest. I wanted to be bsafe/bb…. /b

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    The brothel owner’s voice snapped me back. “Your dollboy for my best girl? I’ll even throw in a private room upstairs.”

    “The offer’s tempting.” Ryker saidzily, swirling the wine in his ss, “bBut /bnone of your girls caught my beye/b.”

    The man’s lips twitched in annoyance.

    “Perhaps if the bAlpha /bwould share his tastes, I bcan /bserve him properly,” he suggested, tone oily.

    These girls are too young Too bwhiny/b” bRyker /bbsaid /bwith ban /belegant sneer. “I bwant /bsomething wild, something worth taming. Not weak little Omega

    Tie was speaking in code. I instantly caught bon/b.

    He wanted to see the girls of Alpha blond.

    The owner’s smile thinned I saw the flicker of calction in his beyes/bb. /bDid he suspect something!

    “If you’ve got nothing worth my time. Ryker added, bring /bto bhis /bfeet and dragging me with him by the winst “this deal’s of

    “Wait therothel owner backed “We do have girls like that Not weak. Not whiny New arrivals bAlpha /bblood Untouched.”

    My heart skipped.

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    Chapter 109 The Real Brothel

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    Across the room. I bsaw /bit, the way Ronan, Asher, and Finn froze in their positions. Every one of them were listening. Every one of them were thinking the same thing.

    Grace

    “She’s one of them. I whispered under my breath.

    The brothel owner turned back to Ryker, “Sol Do we have a deal?”

    The bman /bextended his bhand/b, ready to shake.

    Something twisted in my gut. My muscles locked. I didn’t want to go.

    Ryker hesitated band /bthen bced /bmy bhand /bin the bman’s /bbwith /bba /bcalm bsmile/b.

    “Deal,” he said smoothly, “Now, I want to see those girls.”

    The man grinned, satisfied. “Of course.”

    Just like that, he yanked me forward. Where was he taking me? Should he not send me with other girls?

    His grip was strong, dragging me across the room. I stumbled slightly as I looked back.

    Ryker moved to follow but he was immediately intercepted by another wolf. The man wore a fakeb, /bpolished smile, bowing deeply to Ryker as he blocked his path.

    The sharp nce Ryker sent bhis /bway told me he didn’t buy the politeness bfor /bba /bbsecond/b.

    I caught the moment Ryker’s eyes darted to the three others, Ronan, Finn, and Asher, each stationed on different floors. None of them moved. None of them understood.

    Neither did I.

    The brothel owner was pulling me faster now. I struggled to keep pace in the heels and dress. The heels were another sick bfantasy /bfor these people.

    All of their eyes followed me as the man dragged me to a narrow hallway far away from the bidding room and stopped before a nk wall. He reached out and pressed a hidden panel.

    Click

    A door slid open with a bhiss/b. From behind it a silver elevator gleamed

    My breath stopped.

    An elevator? I hadn’t seen ba /bsingle one babove /bground.

    As he bdragged /bme inside, bmy /beyes flicked to the bbuttons /bon the bpanel/b.

    There was only one.

    He pressed it without hesitation.

    I watched in horror as the light next to it glowed.

    Underground

    My blood at cold.

    Finn

    wallowed bhard /bas the doors closed, Ronan. Ryker. Fum and Asher’s watch.

    The realrothel wasts alone limas beneath.

    It was underground?

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