Chapter 10. Compensation

“Axel!” The poor boy was in the auctioneer’s inn, taken care of. Bandages were wrapped all around his feeble limbs, trying to conceal the cuts and bruises he had collected from the thugs.

A man entered the inn, and the door flew open. He immediately approached the young child and inspected his damaged physique. Cataleia and the auctioneer were beside the child, arms crossed against their chests.

The auctioneer shook his head terribly as another headache had been made for him. “My lord, you should not have snuck away,” he said.

“What happened?” the man who came to fetch the boy pulled him gently behind, a protective stance that any family member would do. “Who are these miscreants that tried to kill him?”

“Calm down, Ares. They did not try to kill me,” Axel, the youngest of the Alpha’s sons, replied. “They just beat me up, that’s all.”

“They are lucky Father is away,” Ares crouched an