##WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. ##
Fear instantly overcame my senses. I had been trafficked. They’re selling me to shifters. Shifters paid irresistible money to own human girls as sex slaves. 
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Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake.  Fear instantly overcame my senses.
 Where was I? 
What was I doing here? 
Who took me? 
“Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. 
In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking.  
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Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. 
“Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately.          
“And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” 
Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. 
“Remember your promises,” he said against her ear.  She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.” 

Captured By The Dragon

I woke up alone, but I wasn’t concerned. I sat up and rolled out of bed. Patara had left bed some time ago based on how cold her side of the bed was. I wandered downstairs to the first floor. The new house had taken a bit of time to build right on the border between the old shifter and human territories, but I was happy with it. The house was nothing like the gothic house that I had grown up in or the simple white of the cottage. 


I wondered for a moment how my mother and father would have liked the new house. 


Ethan was seated at the table as I entered, eating with his usual speed. He looked up and gave me a small, shy smile. 


“Hi, Ethan.” I didn’t think there was a feeling in the world that would compare to hearing him call me dad.


Chapter 90