Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 721

Chapter 66 : The Harvest Festival

It wasn't hard to find the festival. Before we even got into the main city, I could hear the sounds of music and happy chatter.

“Come on, come on. We need to hurry," Ashley said, hurrying forward. “We're going to miss all the good stuff."

We rounded the corner to the main street and I stopped, my jaw dropping open.

The street was filled with vendors selling snacks and all kinds of things from exotic clothes to pottery and ceramics, and jewelry.

There were people playing music in the streets and dancing. String lights with paper lanterns on them were hung across the streets.

It was so vibrant, colorful, and full of life. I looked this way and that. Everywhere I looked, I saw more shiny, colorful things that caught my eye.

Ashley was already trying on a fancy scarf from one of the vendors.

This was a harvest festival? I thought there would be more associations with harvests but everyone just seemed to be celebrating and having a good time.

“What do you think of this scarf?" Ashley asked me, striking a dramatic pose.

I giggled and Ashley immediately paid the vendor and kept the scarf for herself. She went on to the next vendor, looking at jewelry.

“Payne, can you carry this for me?" Ashley asked, tossing Payne her new scarf while she held a necklace up to her neck and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Payne sighed and took the necklace that Ashley handed him. He rolled his eyes but I could tell that despite his frustrated look, he was happy to be helping his sister.

Soren seemed off in his own world. He was looking around but he didn't seem all that interested in shopping. I think he was watching some of the street performers but it was hard to tell.

I stayed close to Ashley and when she was done looking at jewelry, she looped her arm through mine and dragged me to the next vendor.

“Awe, look how adorable this ceramic wolf is," Ashley said, holding up the small figurine.

“It is really cute but do you need it?" I asked, smiling nervously. I ran my finger along the edge of a nice ceramic pot.

Part of me wanted to find a present for Soren but I didn't know what to get for him in a place like this. I didn't have the money to spend on a lot of nice things and I figured anything Soren would like would be too expensive.

“Okay, I don't need the dog. Come here, check out these pieces," she said, dragging me to the next jewelry vendor.

I picked up a few pendants and rings, looking them over. Then I caught a price tag and immediately put it down. Yeah, those were definitely outside my budget!

Still, I had fun looking at all the unique vendors. Ashley's enthusiasm was contagious. She wanted to look at everything and touch everything. She even grabbed several snacks and let me try them.

All the festival food was delicious!

“Hey! Hey!" someone shouted in the street up ahead.

The crowd closed in around the raised voices. I tried to look ahead to see what caused that commotion.


Clatter!

It sounded like something heavy fell in the streets but I couldn't see what it was. Ashley grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back.

“What's going on over there?" I asked.

Soren and Payne came over to us.

“We should get out of here," Soren said firmly.

“Shouldn't we see…"

Suddenly, security guards ran through the crowd, pushing people aside as they moved into the area where the commotion had occurred.

“Has anything like this happened before?" someone in the crowd asked.

“Never. He pushed his master… he dared!"

“That slave is dead for sure…"

“The whole batch of slaves will be punished… I bet…"

“Yeah, along with that foul creature."

I looked at Soren, gasping. Slaves?

Ashley frowned and looked at us. “How is slave trading still legal in a city like this?"

“Marno pack makes an exception during the Harvest Festival," Payne explained. “There are strict restrictions."

“Restrictions on slave trading?" I asked, shaking my head.

“Yes. Only criminals and rogues can be traded as slaves. As a result, their masters aren't that nice to them and don't treat them well," he continued.

“I didn't think slavery was legal anywhere," Ashley muttered.

Sighing, I bowed my head. If only Ashley knew…

“It's a complicated matter. If these rogues and criminals dare to raise a hand to their slave master, they can be sentenced to death or whatever punishment their master decides. Seeing as they are criminals, no one cares," Payne told us somberly.

“Well, if they are criminals, I suppose that makes me feel a little better," Ashley said, shrugging.

I grimaced and looped an arm around myself. Criminals or not, I didn't like anyone being treated like slaves.

“Let us go!" A deep, male baritone bellowed through the crowd. “You bastards! How many times do we have to say it? We're not slaves!"

“Yeah, yeah. That's what all slaves say, didn't you know that?" one of the security guards asked.

Another man yellowed through the crowd. “Let me go! You have no right to me! I'm not a criminal, a rogue, or a slave! I don't belong to anyone!"

I bit my lower lip and looked at Soren. He'd been watching me, clearly picking up on my mood. These men were being treated wrong, slaves, criminals, or whoever they were.

Not that long ago, I was being sold to Norwind. It wasn't my choice and I couldn't stop it. My whole life, I'd been nothing but a slave to my foster mother. She'd used me to kill witches and all I was to her was another payday.

But she never treated me with love or respect. She barely fed me or clothed me. If I ever raised my voice, I'd get beaten. And I was warned that if I disobeyed Norwind once I was there, they'd kill me.

That was why I fought for my life.

“No," I whispered.

I broke away from Soren and the others and slipped through the crowd.

“Mila!" Soren called after me.

I ignored him and pushed through the onlookers. There were three men in the center of a circle of guards. They slowly circled around the men like they were vultures. Two of the men were pinned down by guards, the third was sitting on the ground.

All three of them were bleeding.

“f*****g assholes," the sitting man cursed. He spit out blood and glared at the security guards. Growling, he stood up and pointed at the two subdued men. “Get rid of them."

He must have been the slave trader who the slaves had struck. They'd hit him pretty hard to knock him down like that.

The slave trader was absolutely furious. He was huffing and puffing, spitting and cursing. He ran over to the two subdued shifters and kicked them each hard in the stomach.

I cringed as the men groaned and shuddered. The slave trader kept kicking and hitting them.

“You son of a b***h! You dare to hit me! I'm your f*****g master, your god! You can't raise a fist to me, bastard. f*****g criminal. You're nothing but a horrid, rotten douche and you deserve to die and get eaten by maggots!"

The slave trader kept cursing and striking them.
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