Ava moved through the flowers, walking deeper into the building. She couldn’t make out what this type of place was called, and she wondered if she’d slept through her wolf-medium classes. Well, none of that was going to help her now. No class taught slave education.
“Spread your legs wilder! You, babe, need to roll that waist like you’ve been eating!” A voice which sounded dangerously like Benjamin’s rolled out.
She was late! She quickened her pace nervously as she followed the sound of his voice to a dark room that only had a yellow light at the far side of the wall. Benjamin was on a squat there, dressed in a tank top, and firm spandex pants. He was sweating from what she could see as he addressed a hundred of slaves around him.
These slaves were practically in different types of strange squats, and she wasn’t feeling it. It was almost like the Friday Training she did back at the white-Moon Pack. It was grueling to watch. She neither joined them or announced her presence. Ava just stood, watching them with her hands folded across her middle.
“Nape! Give it a wrap! Alpha Jax doesn’t want no slow bunny. Gosh!” Benjamin said in exasperation.
Ava blinked as she focused on the silver eyed girl in question, who looked at the edge of fainting. She was completely tired and it showed. The poor thing managed to do a weak ass acrobatic as she glided firmly to the plain floor, each foot, a foot from each other.
Ava’s eyes bulged, not at the performance, but the hand that traveled up her legs, towards her thighs. It took her a millisecond to react. She slapped that hand away, and turned to the person. It was a teen male of about 16-wolf years.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She shouted at the teen.
He smirked. “Looking at your tattooed skin. Don’t be so uptight, you were quite a sight for sore eyes yesterday. I just needed to have my feelings before the alpha puts his paws on you,” He said with a wink.
With her manicured finger in front of her, she warned, “Look, I’m not a slut, and you weren’t just checking my tattoos! You were trying to feel me up! I do not tolerate such an intrusion to my privacy, ok?”
Someone pulled her to him, and she found herself looking directly into Alpha Jax’s dark eyes. He was glowering at her in such a mask of rage. His grip was ironclad, and she couldn’t free herself from it.
“You’re not a slut? You’re exactly one. My personal slut, got it?” He said slowly.
She licked her lips. “I do, Alpha! But…”
He twisted her hands painfully behind her back. Her breath came out in short sprouts, and all the arguments she wished to say died down her lips. She couldn’t remember what she wanted to say.
“Dean, I do not want you to touch Ava for whatever reason, except you have my permission. Do you understand?” Alpha Jax said softly, but firmly. “And, that goes for the rest of you.”
“Yes, Alpha,” They all accented as one.
She glared at him. He was still humiliating her! He simply was saying, they could touch her with his permission, like she wasn’t his mate! Ava couldn’t believe there were men who did this crap! Even her father had never shared his wife with another man. It was simply unheard of and disgusting.
“You don’t like to train? I see. I just got out of a meeting, to see you acting like this is your good-for-nothing pack. I do not tolerate laziness, Ava! And, you need to be punished for your insolence.” He said coldly.
He released her, and she found herself tripping on her two feet to secure her balance. He turned his attention so abruptly to Benjamin, and She found herself panicking that she’d be told to do something crazy in front of everyone.
“Look, I was about to come in. I wasn’t trying to skip the training. It’s my first time here, and I…”
He raised his hands up, silencing her immediately. “You talk too much. I don’t like talkative in any way or form. Be silent or I might tell my people how I’d bought you for a couple of dollars,” He threatened.
Ava swallowed as she imagined the humiliation she would face if he did that. She looked at the slaves, and they were looking at her curiously like she was some lab rat.
She turned her eyes back to Alpha Jax. He was striping his clothes off. His shirt, his pants and then his wristwatch. He only left his briefs to cling to his firm, round butt. Then, he lay down on the plain floor, with his face facing up. She looked up too, and was amazed at how the yellow light captured the images on the ceiling, which were not kid-friendly at all. There was a lot of nude art, and porn art.
“Come here, Ava,” Alpha Jax said softly.
She pulled her eyes from the ceiling and looked around. Of course, it was her, he was talking to. She was quite sure there weren’t two Ava’s in this room. Before she looked away from the wolves, she was aware that they were giving her the stink eye.
“I…” She started.
“Want to squat on you, Alpha.” Alpha Jax completed for her.
Ava looked back at her wolf crafted slippers, and sighed. She had wanted to be as invincible as she could get, but that also was taken away from her. Damn the man! And, the worst part was that Ivanka wasn’t talking to her. She would have needed some moral support right now, but the wolf said do it by yourself like a good sport.
She walked over to him, and removed her slippers. Her brown eyes met his dark ones, and she saw how much he reveled in her misery. She’d make sure he wasn’t able to walk by the time she was through with this stupid squat. She stepped on his impeccable abs, and went down in a squat. It was difficult maintaining a balance, but not once did he hold her. It hurts!