Olivia’s POV
My legs were weak, my body aching under the weight of fear, exhaustion, and the cruel choker that silenced my wolf. I could barely breathe. The room around was filled with murmurs and whispers of n eager to own , eager to take as their prize. I hated it. I hated how helpless I felt, how powerless I was to stop any of it.
The announcer’s voice bood through the hall, thick with excitent. "Next up is a rare gem, a virgin... who will take this precious gem back ho? And bidding starts now!"
My heart stopped for a mont, then raced uncontrollably. This was it. This mont would decide the rest of my life. I felt sick. My gaze flickered over the crowd, trying to find sothing, soone, that could give hope. For a fleeting second, I imagined the triplets appearing like knights in shining armor. But all I saw were hungry eyes, greedy smiles, and faces filled with lust.
The bidding began, and the air in the room seed to thicken. Prices were thrown out carelessly, n shouting over one another to claim . Each new bid sent a wave of fear crashing through . How could they bid on a person like this? Like I was sothing to be bought and sold?
"300,000!" one man yelled from the back of the room, and my stomach twisted.
"400,000!" another voice rang out, closer this ti.
I felt my chest tightening as I heard the numbers climb higher and higher. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief mont, trying to block it all out, but it didn’t help. My fate was slipping further and further from my grasp.
Ten n had already called their prices, and I could hardly breathe. I forced myself to look up, scanning the room again, searching for sothing—anything—that could give strength. That’s when I saw him.
Piercing hazel eyes.
My breath caught in my throat as I locked eyes with a man sitting quietly in the corner of the room. His presence was overwhelming, even from a distance.
He didn’t look like the others—he wasn’t yelling or throwing out bids. He just sat there, his gaze never leaving . It was unsettling but also strangely familiar, like I knew him from sowhere, but I couldn’t place it.
What shocked the most was that he wasn’t bidding. His eyes were intense, like they were stripping away every layer of , but they weren’t filled with the sa lust as the others. His desire was different—more dangerous, more powerful—and yet, I couldn’t understand it.
Who was he?
As I stood there, helpless, a shiver ran down my spine. The man’s eyes never wavered, and for a mont, I thought I saw sothing flicker in them—sothing raw, sothing possessive.
His stare felt like a burden pressing down on , making it hard to think, hard to breathe. And yet, I couldn’t look away.
Just then, soone approached him, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Even with the person whispering to him, his gaze didn’t leave .
My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I thought he might be able to hear it from where he sat. But Why wasn’t he bidding like the others? I was surprisingly wanting him to bid.
I swallowed hard, trying to pull myself together. This wasn’t the ti to get distracted. The bidding continued, the prices rising higher and higher.
"700,000!" a man shouted from the front, grinning as if he’d already won.
My breath hitched as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, "Going once... going twice..."
This was it. I was about to be sold. A wave of nausea rose in my throat as the hamr lifted, ready to seal my fate. I closed my eyes, bracing for the sound that would change my life forever.
But then, just as the auctioneer was about to slam the hamr down, a voice cut through the silence. A voice that made the room freeze.
"One million!"
My eyes snapped open in shock. The entire hall went silent, every head turning toward the source of the voice. I did, too, and suddenly, my breath hitched in my chest when I realized who the voice’s owner was.
It was him—the man with the piercing hazel eyes. He’d been so still, so quiet, and now... now he’d bid the highest. Higher than anyone could have imagined.
I stared at him, my heart racing, my head spinning. One million? That was more than I could ever imagine. Who was this man? Why had he waited so long and bid this much?
He hadn’t looked like he cared, hadn’t moved a muscle during the entire auction, and now he was willing to pay more than anyone else in the room combined.
The other n in the hall exchanged glances, so grumbling under their breath, others simply stunned. No one dared to outbid him. They couldn’t. It was over.
The auctioneer, clearly taken aback, stamred for a mont before finding his voice again. "One... one million... going once... going twice... sold!"
The sound of the hamr hitting the podium echoed through the room, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. I’d been bought. I fucking belonged to him now.
The choker around my neck suddenly felt even tighter than before. My body felt weak, like I might collapse at any mont. I tried to steady myself, but my legs were shaking.
The man stood from his seat, and as he made his way toward the stage, the crowd parted for him like they were afraid to get too close.
He moved with a calm, controlled grace, his eyes still locked on . Every step he took sent another wave of anxiety crashing through .
When he finally reached , I felt my breath catch in my throat again. Up close, he was even more intimidating, more tempting, more breathtaking.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that seed to fill the entire room. His dark hair frad his face, but it was those Hazel eyes that held captive.
He looked down at , his expression unreadable. For a mont, neither of us said anything. The silence suffocated , thick and heavy, until finally, he spoke.
"You are now mine!"
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