The Alpha's Winning Bid

Five Million Fates

Why his eyes are so mesmerizing and attractive? Why he seems different to me?

I couldn’t look away from him. He seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen him before. I felt nervous each time his eyes met mine. He didn’t look at me the way the others did. His eyes stayed still, watching me closely but not with the same dirty look they had.

There was a small, calm smile on his face. I didn’t know what to think of it. I just felt uneasy and confused, not sure why someone I didn’t know was making my heart flutter.

I was being foolish. His presence already showed what kind of man he was. Perhaps, he was just mocking my situation with that silent look.

Every guy here is a rogue, and this attractive one is no exception. They're here merely to acquire submissive bedmates, devoid of any sense of loyalty and devotion to their true mates. They are all beasts.

Suddenly, the loud and arrogant voice of the auctioneer broke through my thoughts and pulled me back to reality.

"This stunning beauty is available for one night only at fifty thousand dollars. Who will be the fortunate buyer?"

What? Why would he put me up for just one night? My chest tightened as panic rose. That meant I’d be back here again tomorrow, trapped all over again. My hands trembled. How was I supposed to escape now? Maybe luck just never sided with me.

Still confused, I looked around the room. Everyone was on their feet, cheering and clapping. Their hungry eyes were all on me, and my stomach twisted in fear and disgust.

Before my turn, the auctioneer had already presented a few she-wolves under the rogue king’s command, but no one had received such loud cheers. The noise made me sick, and I just wanted it to stop.

“Rogue King, why are you asking such a high price for a rejected she-wolf, and that too for just one night? What’s so special about her that she deserves this much attention?”

I turned toward the loud voice and saw a fat man sitting in the back row, arguing about the high price. My face tightened when I realized who he was—Mike Taylor, a known womanizer with a filthy reputation. He was the gamma of a small pack from the Southern Woods. My fingers curled together, and goosebumps rose on my skin as his eyes swept over me.

“There are plenty of women out there. Why should this useless one be so expensive?”

More people joined in, laughing and whistling. Their cruel voices grew louder, echoing in my ears. My veins pulsed, my jaw tightened, and my hands shook slightly, but I could only bite my lip and try to hold myself together.

“She’s a rare diamond, with a body built for pure pleasure. Every curve, every inch made to satisfy. And she’s still a virgin, fresh, untouched and tighter. That just makes her even hotter, doesn’t it?”

The Rogue King was cruel and ruthless. As he insulted me, he walked toward me with a smirk. Then he grabbed my black stole and pulled it away. I lost the only cover I had.

My hands shook as I pressed my arms over my body, trying to shield myself from the piercing gazes.

Dozens of eyes still roamed over me, and my legs felt weak.

I struggled to stay standing, with only my most private parts left, dreading that they might be taken away next.

"Get down on your knees." The Rogue King’s command sent a chill through me, and I sank to my knees.

"See how submissive she is," the Rogue King said.

The room filled with loud applause and cruel laughter. Countless eyes stared at me, making my skin prick and my body shake. I closed my eyes tightly as tears streamed down onto the floor.

The bidding numbers rose quickly, forcing me to open my eyes. Everyone in the room was competing fiercely to win me.

"Half a million dollars..." a voice boomed.

My breath caught, and I blinked repeatedly, trying to make sense of it. The man was just a few feet away, being bid on for such a high price. His green eyes stayed fixed on me. Should I feel happy that he valued me so much?

He seemed to surprise even more people when a masked man sitting next to him leaned over and whispered something in his ear, probably reminding him not to waste his money.

I didn’t know what he replied or what they were saying, but his eyes stayed fixed on me the whole time, and he kept bidding without stopping.

Everything around me felt too much to bear. The bright lights, loud noise, and all the dirty stares and comments made my head pound, and my vision started to blur. My body felt heavy, and my knees wobbled as I tried to stay upright. I silently begged the moon goddess to help me escape this misery.

“Five million dollars...”

I didn’t know if my prayer had been heard, but suddenly, the green-eyed man, who looked rich and strangely eager, raised the bid to the highest amount.

Everyone went silent in shock.

My lips pressed together and my brow tightened as I stared at him

It seemed the bidder was either completely crazy or strangely obsessed. Neither made sense. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at how unpredictable my fate had become.

“Five million! Well, well. Do we have anyone who can top this bid?”

The auctioneer’s voice was full of greed, and his eyes shone with it.

“Five million going once, five million going twice! Does anyone else want to claim this beauty for the night?”

My head was pounding, and the sound of the auctioneer made it worse. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

“Five million, three times…” The auctioneer finally banged the gavel, and I let out a long, tired breath.

Finally, it seemed the nightmare was over, at least for the night. But just as I let out a shaky breath, thinking it was over, the auctioneer began talking over the microphone about the winner and my new master. My body had reached its limit. Dizziness hit me, and darkness crept into my vision.