Hazel's POV

Never have I ever been claimed.

One minute ago I was locked in a dog cage and sold off to some hot Greek god and in the next minute, I found myself in a car, heading to an unknown destination.

I racked my head trying to remember how I got there. How Benjamin got me all bundled up and sold got me all worked up yet I met with a vacant memory? Something was amiss and I must definitely figure it all out.

The ambiance in the car was cold that I felt the brittle air could snap if I didn't thread lightly. What does it mean to be sold? What will my new life be like? Have I been sold as a breeder? If yes, why would a hot specimen want to sleep with me when he can get any woman of his choice?

From his fashion sense, the wads of cash he splurged at the auction, and the insane sandalwood chocolate musk perfume he uses, I could tell he came from money. To sum it up, he smells expensive, and the kind of car he drives? Bitch! It's my first time in a Lamborghini Urus and I’m grateful for the opportunity even though I was abducted against my will. This dude is wealthy as hell so why? Why does he need me?

I tried so hard to remain mute like a good little pet but the curiosity from within got a better hold of me and I could not stand it anymore so I started by clearing my throat to gain his attention since he was sitting beside me at the back seat while his driver drove us to Jupiter knows where.

"Is the leash too tight?" He inquired in an authoritative tone and I felt my eyes fall to the ground since I couldn't bring myself to maintain eye contact with him.

"Yes." I nodded my head and he eyed me from down to up without saying a word before using a key to unlock it.

I massaged my wrist a little following its recent release. "Thanks, sir."

"Call me Thomas." He said.

"Why did you buy me? What do you need me for?" I bit my lips lowly.

"Are you hungry?" He diverted my attention and as if my body obeyed his every command and whim, I felt my stomach rumble aggressively and I knitted my hands in embarrassment.

"Ye-yes, Thomas." I stuttered while scratching my neck.

His eyes watched my every movement for a brief second before he offered me bread and cold meat to feast on.

Usually, I'm an avid advocate for hot foods. I love and enjoy consuming my food freshly and directly from the cooker but here I am, left with no option than to eat like a dog. I grabbed the food hungrily and stuffed my mouth.

I can't even remember how long I had stayed without eating and how I managed to survive. You would not exactly call me a glutton but I am a glorified foodie. It's a miracle that despite all my feeding, I still don't gain weight. Gaining weight has been an arduous task ever since I gained self-awareness of my body. I have always been petite, small, and short.

Most girls upon reaching puberty start to fluff either in their chest, hips, or butt but puberty left me with nothing. I'm flat-chested with protruding nipples, there is nothing impressive about my derrière or hip bone. Although you could say I have some killer tiny waists and a very pretty face to die for but I’m afraid that is where it ends.

You don't need to say it, I will admit it myself.

Hell yes, I battle with my self-esteem. People have not failed in making me feel ashamed of my body. Even my stepfather called me a bro several times. The bastard initially assumed I was a boy when he first met me.

The car came to a halt right in front of, uhm! Wait a minute! Let me pick up my gawking tongue and gather my thoughts.

There were no words that could describe the magic before us. The car proceeded into the main building and parked before a fleet of luxurious cars. I was in a freaking castle, somewhere in the States. I had no idea we had palaces in the States. I thought a palace of this magnitude should only exist in England and not somewhere in New York.

As we drove through the grand entrance of the royal palace, a world of enchantment and majesty unfolds before our eyes. The sunlight dances through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues of emerald, sapphire, and amethyst upon the marble floors, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that twinkle with each step. The air is perfumed with the delicate fragrance of freshly bloomed roses, carried on a gentle breeze that whispers secrets of the palace's grand history.

The opulence of the palace is evident in every detail. Gilded chandeliers hang from the lofty ceiling, their crystal pendants catching the light and casting a soft, golden glow upon the grand hall. Elaborate tapestries, woven with threads of silk and gold, line the walls, depicting epic scenes of heroic battles and romantic tales of love. Ornate columns, adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and intricate foliage, reach toward the heavens, supporting the weight of centuries of tradition and grandeur.

There were lots of palace guards stationed at every corner, there was an endless trail of maids running around to fix one thing or the other. The palace had huge graphics at the top that said ‘Welcome To Mystic Fall Pack.’

“Uhm! What is a pack?!” I turned to Thomas who was ready to alight from the car.

He squinted his eyes at me like he could not believe I was daft enough to ask the most silliest question ever. “A pack is a community of werewolves with a hierarchy from Alpha all the way to the lowest on the food chain, the Omega.”

Wait! What the hell?!

This beautiful palace filled with humans running around is a community of werewolves?!

“So you mean you are a werewolf and that everyone present here is a manifestation of some illusion you created in your head?!” I tapped my chin before bursting into a fit of giggle.

“Are you suggesting that I am running mad?!” Thomas’ brown eyes had become a fiery of black orbs circled by a burning flame of gold.

Gosh! I could get lost in his beautiful eyes if he was not some nut case.

“Nah! Tell me another joke or improv. I mean don’t werewolves exist in mystical books and movies alone? This can’t be true, or can it?!”

“You have a lot to learn about your new life, Hazel, come along unless you want me to fasten your leash tight again.” He gritted his teeth and his expression was really cold while I struggled to get out of the car and catch up with his pace.

I hissed in pain the moment my legs touched the ground. It turned out I had lots of bruises all over my body and legs. I think my kneecap is broken and I might need a reconstructive surgery to fix my entire body. It Fucking hurts as hell.

“Thomas, please slow down,” I begged while hopping around like a one-legged frog, trying to catch up.

“I’m afraid there is no time for that, this is your new life and you need to catch up really fast.” His voice thundered as he yelled at me and I felt my heart race really fast.

“Yes sir.” My tone was low.

As we wandered deeper into the palace, we found ourselves in a breathtaking courtyard. Lush gardens bursted forth with a riot of color, as if a painter's palette had come to life. A cobblestone path meandered through the meticulously manicured lawns, leading to a tranquil fountain at the center. Water cascaded from the sculpted figures of elegant werewolves in their graceful forms frozen in time with their forelimbs stuck in the air. The sound of trickling water mingles with the laughter of playful songbirds, creating a symphony of nature's melody.

“You are now my personal slave, you tender to my chambers and you serve me alone,” Thomas said upon our entrance into the palace building.

There were royalties everywhere with their maids accompanying them and doing their every bid. The maids could be identified due to the general uniform they all had on.

“You will be taken to your quarters where you must freshen up before reporting back to my room tonight and alone.” He ordered me and I swallowed.

“Sir, did you say alone?” I blinked repeatedly and he sighed.

“Are you a retard?!” He massaged his temples. “If Alfred had mentioned that you were a dunce then I would have never bought you!” He yelled at me.

“Your clumsiness and your ignorance disgust me.” He was saying when a hand tapped him on the shoulder.

My eyes had gotten moist from the harsh words he spilled. They were like daggers. Never have I ever been yelled at and since this was to be my new life, I had a hard time adjusting at the pace of my new master.

“Brother, I see you finally got yourself a girl, she is a bit skinny wouldn’t you agree? I thought you liked curvy women.” A man with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared from behind as he sized me up. He looked somewhat the same age with Thomas.

“For fuck sake, shut up, Alex.” Thomas rolled his eyes. “She is not my mate, she is my new maid.”

I could tell already that Alex was the annoying sibling every household had and Thomas was the slightly mature yet cruel brother. There was a semblance in their facial features. They both had sharp chiseled pointy chins and the same oval-shaped eyes and pointed noses.

Alex was holding an apple and chewing slowly. “Oh! I see, although she does look like she would pass out at any slightly given chance, this is a bad purchase, brother, you should let’s us eat her.”

“It’s none of your business, now we have come a long way so we need to freshen up.” Thomas tried to shoo his brother but Alex was not having it.

“You should have let her wither away and die, she is ugly and totally not worth it.” Alex threw his half-eaten apple on my face and I felt my blood boil at how rude he was.

“Excuse me!” I balled my fists and turned to Alex, ready to take out all of my anger on him as the juices from the apple trailed down my neck when Thomas yelled at the both of us.

“Hazel Parker is my business and she is mine to handle so stay the fuck away from our business, Alex!” He grabbed me roughly by the wrist and led me to a smaller chamber, leaving a perplexed Alex to himself.