Scarlett's POV
The Rogue King stood on the platform, holding a heavy iron chain that was attached to a hook. As the guards shoved me up the wooden steps, he grabbed the chain and clipped it to the magical choker around my neck.
The sudden weight jerked my head back, making me gasp.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the Rogue King boomed, his voice full of excitement, like a man showing off a priceless treasure. "I promised you something rare. A pure, unmarked wolf. Look at her—no mark, no mate… and perfectly untouched."
The buyers began to circle the platform like sharks. One man, old and scarred, stepped closer, his eyes raking over my trembling body. "The girl looks weak," he muttered. "Is she healthy?"
"She's stronger than she looks," the King laughed, yanking the chain to force me to stand straight. "And with the collar on, she's as obedient as a lapdog."
