178 Nine mates!

**Elizabeth's POV**

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I was awakened by water from the hoses.

As I opened my eyes, I found that I was thrown on the floor. Several women were surrounding me, flushing me with hoses.

"Oh my gosh she stinks! Where did she ever go?"

"Turn up the water and rinse her off. She stinks so bad I'm going to throw up."

"Especially her hair. What's that slimy stuff? Ewww, rinse it off!"

A jet of water rushed to the spot on my head where it hurt. I screamed out in pain.

"Stop! Stop!"

No one paid any attention to me as they mercilessly flushed the wounds on my body with water until no blood came out.

I was cold and lay on the ground, feeling like I was going to faint again.

A man came up to me and pointed at me, and ordered the women.

My ears were filled with water, and I couldn't hear what they were saying. I only vaguely heard words like "auction tonight," "don't let her die," "makeup," and so on.

I tried to lift my eyelids, but lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was sitting in a chair.

My hands were tied with ropes to the armrests on each side of the chair. Several women surrounded me, smearing makeup on my face.

"Let go of me!" I yelled.

"Shut up. Every woman starts out like you, but in the end, they all meekly accept their fate."

"Don't move, and let me put on your beautiful makeup so your auction price can go up a bit. If you become an unmarketable good, you will end up miserable."

"Don't struggle. Resign yourself to your fate. You'd better pray that a rich, wealthy man buys you. In the future, you and your child will have a good life."

I couldn't understand what these women were saying about "auction prices" and "unmarketable good". I just hoped to arouse their sympathy.

"Please let me go. Please. I'm pregnant. I'm about to go into labor. Please let me go..."

However, my begging was only met with their mockery, "If you weren't pregnant, your auction price would be higher."

"That's right, many rich men only like virgins."

Now I knew that they didn't care about anything but the auction price.

"What are you going to do to me? What auction?"

They just said, "You'll find out everything tonight. Shut up, I'm going to put lipstick on you."

After putting on my makeup, they threw me into a cage and chained me up.

I saw many girls like me, dressed up and put inside one cage after another, chained up.

At night, I finally knew what they were talking about with the auction.

I was sold by the drinker to an underground auction place. I, like those girls, would be sold as auction items and brought home to the buyers as sex slaves.

The buyers, all wearing clown masks, sat in circular stands, and they kept commenting on the auction items that appeared on the stage, and then bidding on them.

I saw fewer and fewer cages around, and many girls being led away in tears.

They had no idea what kind of jerks would take them home. If they're lucky enough, they'll meet an owner with a good temper. They just need to sleep with their owner.

If they are unlucky to be bought by a horrible pervert.

What awaits them may be endless abuse and rape or even being forced to prostitute themselves for money by their owners.

As for me, I didn't know what fate awaited me.

I bit my trembling lips tightly.

I couldn't believe that I, Elizabeth, the most beloved daughter of the Alpha of Blue Moon pack, would be reduced to being auctioned off as the lowest-priced sex slave in such a shoddy and dirty underground trading market.

When I was eight years old, all I had to think about was the weather tomorrow and what taste of cake my dad bought me, and what style of dress my mom made for me.

However, what I have to think about now is, how do I survive? How can I keep my child alive? How can I let my child and me live with dignity and freedom?

I don't think I'm a bad guy, and I've never done a bad thing, so why does the moon goddess have to be so bad to me?

In the past ten years, I have tried desperately to change the bad environment around me and change my miserable fate. I have done everything I can. Why did I end up in this situation?

What else do I need to do to live a better life?

I'm tired.

Maybe I shouldn't bring my child into this awful world. I don't want it to go through the same bad things I did.

Finally, it was my turn.

A few people put a black cloth over my cage and then pushed the cage onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item on display is our cheapest auction item, with a starting bid of 50 gold coins."

The black cloth lifted, and I was kneeling on all fours inside the cage with a chain as thick as my arm tied around my neck. The blinding spotlight fell on me, and all eyes gathered on me.

Despite having prepared myself, my tears spilled out of my eyes uncontrollably.

Humiliation, resentment, despair, anger... countless complex emotions rushed up in an instant.

Fifty gold coins would buy away my future life.

Countless werewolves wearing clown masks sat in the circular stands, pointing at me, the cheapest auction item.

"Give me a discount. 40 gold coins! Look at her huge belly. She's pregnant. Non-virgins aren't worth much!"

"But she's pretty," the host, with a fake smile, grabbed my hair and yanked it back, forcing me to raise my head and show my face to everyone, "Look at her beautiful face. If she were a virgin, her starting bid would surely be more than 10,000 gold coins."

"Minimum 50 gold coins, no bargaining. I guarantee it's a good deal. She is expected to give birth in half a month. If she has a baby girl, then you will have two sex slaves in the future. If she has a baby boy, then you will get an additional male servant. Buy one, get one free. You've made a fortune!"

I stared at the host with indignation. How could he say such cruel words? Making my daughter a sex slave...is he Satan incarnate?

"55 gold coins! I want her!"

"I'll give you 60 gold coins!"

These people couldn't hide their evil and lewdness, even with their masks on.

I hate it so much. I hate all the people here.

I hate my fate.

I hate my life.

I hate this world.

If I could, I would like to take my child to leave this filthy world... Oh no, since it is the world that is filthy, it is not me and my child that should die. It is the world that should die!

I want to destroy the world and kill all the evil people if I can!

I think I hear my wolf growling. Did it wake up? Did it feel my anger and despair? Did it also want to destroy this bad world? Did it also want to kill all the nasty bastards?

Suddenly, countless gold coins fell from above, interrupting the bidding. An uncountable rain of gold coins drove everyone crazy.

"Gold coins! Gold coins! Pick them up!"

"Don't grab it from me!"

As everyone fought to pick up the money, I saw 9 handsome men drop from the sky, accompanied by 9 majestic, grim voices.

"10 million gold coins, we want to buy her!"

"And the lives of all of you!"

"We will not spare any of you! You all die!"

"Brandon, Austin, Caleb, Isidore, Elroy, Julian..." I read each of their names silently, growing more and more shocked.

Why were Francis, Dylan, and Louis here? Why did all nine of them appear before me together?

Am I dreaming?

My wolf saw them and made an excited sound, "Mates..."

At the same time, I heard their response, "Mates..."

The resonance in our souls made me suddenly realize that these nine men, all of them, were my MATES.

They were my mates...the fathers of my children...

Did the moon goddess orchestrate my encounter with them? Was I fated to go through all that?

Was this a reward or a punishment from the Moon Goddess?

Tears fell from my eyes.

A sharp pain came from my belly. Damn! My water broke! I'm going into labor early!

I collapsed to the floor in pain, spasming, rolling, and hissing. Am I going to die?

I saw my nine partners running toward me, but my consciousness drifted further and further away.

Their running figures swayed and swayed before my eyes.

I suddenly felt like I was back at the age of 8. I had always lain carefree in my room, watching the leaves being blown by the wind in front of the window.

The leaves swayed and swayed before my eyes.

At that time, I did not know what it meant to be afraid and what it meant to be desperate.

Even the dark shadows of the leaves on the windows, I could imagine them as a brightly colored fairy tale movie.

But my life is not a fairy tale movie, it is a documentary of hell.

Why do I have to live such a miserable life?

If I could, I would rather never have known my nine mates in return for not experiencing those heartbreaking pasts...

In a burst of intense pain, I slowly closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. I heard a voice calling out to me.

"Elizabeth..."

It was a female voice. That voice made me feel very close and very familiar somehow.

"Elizabeth...come here..."

I saw a woman calling to me from ahead, wearing a light blue dress with something shining on it.

She was calling to me, "Come here..."

Her voice gave me a sense of trust and security, and I couldn't help but walk towards her.

As I got closer, I could see her face clearly. She looked surprisingly identical to me, and she was wearing a dress made of mermen scales exactly like mine.

"Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me?"

"I'm Isabella. I'm you from 10,000 years ago."

"You're...me?"

I looked into her eyes and felt that her eyes looked more mature than mine.

I could tell by her eyes that she had been through more than I had.

"Where is this place? Why are you here?" I asked her, then added, "Dylan has been trying to resurrect you. I thought you were still in the Forbidden Valley."

Isabella said, "Half of my soul was trapped in the Forbidden Valley by Dylan, and the other half has been reincarnated into you. So you weren't born whole, and you don't have full control over your wolf."

It explains the matter. She answered the confusion I had been having.