The Alpha King's Tenth Mate

Chapter 3.

Now let the games begin.

The remaining womenfall fall into their respective lines. Bernice strolled towards them, going on the 6th tine Madam Petunia set upffor them to he prior. Sofeya was next to her.

She cracked her ring finger as she was preparing herself to transform into a different person-someone not her true self. Something Mistress Lily drilled into their minds. Her shoulders squared up and her face changed into a subtle expression -the key to attracting someone.

They left the room and stepped outside, embarking to face their fate behind the door, stopping only once they were a step away from the stage.

"Now, I will present to you the best picks and diamonds for this event -the Stars of this night!" the announcer announced passionately.

Yells, whistles, and uproarious cheers of the crowd echoed backstage. It was their signal to go outside. Bernice heard Sofeya inhale next to her while the others displayed their sly smiles before coming out. She maintains her expression as she lifts her legs decorated with gold strap sandals highlighting her thigks.

The bright lights greeted her as soon as she walked onto the stage. It was followed by the roaring noise of the men once they stood in line on the platform.

Her green irises landed on the gorgeous men in different clothing, some in suits and casual attire, oozing with pow-er. They were sitting in front seats that were enough for women to be dripping wet. Alphas. They are intently staring at them so that she can feel their gazes burning on her flesh. A normal wolf will be affected by the natural power Alphas emit, but not her and Sofeya or the other girls that looked to be pro at this game. Mistress Lily makes sure the two of them are used to the power the Alpha's have that forces the Jower sank to submit to them.

"| want the number 7"

"I will bid for 7!"

"6 was mine"

The men in the back shouted, who were obviously lowrank alphas or betas and other low-ranking wolves.

Bernice smirked. Those men were ripped off from the privilege of bidding for them. Ten of them were only for those front-row men. She didn't squander looking around. It was one of the things Mistress Lily taught them, to hold eye contact directly with the man they needed to get. Gazing into their eyes can be the beginning of a s****l attraction.

The Alpha King Bernard will not sit here. He was surely on the second floor, behind the glass room, hiding in the shadow like what Madam Petunia told her. Mistress Lily, fortunately, knew personally the owner of this tavern. She diverted her attention to the clearly tinted glass room. She realized he was there in spite of the fact that she was unable to smell him. One of the privileges of Lycans is that they can hide their scent.

The bidding started.

"2 million dollars," one of the men in front said, raising his right hand.

"Going once, going twice, sold!" the announcer holds the woman's arm on her right. "Trixie now belongs to-"N

"I don't want what's mine to be touched by anyone" the man growled, bringing the poor announcer to bow and submit.

The woman named Trixie jumped and excitedly walked towards the Alpha. But the man/ harshly grabbed the woman's black hair and dragged her away from the scene. Bernice sawthow the woman's face shifted from shock to a grinning orle the moment the man tugged and gripped her hair. It was like she was prepared for it. That was one of the disadvantages of this auction. Whatover the buyer did to them, no one had the right to question or stop them. But it's not like their buyers could hurt and abuse them forever.

That will not happen. We, essentially for this evening, the mistresses, had been advised before coming and selling our bodies in this stage for one month. Sofeya and she were presented here last week and there was sufficient time for them to know the method of things in this bar. The ones who had been auctioned off had a proper education, and training to protect themselves, and had memorized the rules. This self-con-ceited man here signed papers prior to sitting and venturing their foot into the tavern. Alphas are not a special case. What's more, Bernice put a great deal into memorizing every word of the contract. It is better to be prepared.

The contract said that the purchased woman had to be well-shaped and void of any broken bones after one month.

No one had the right to use their bodies except for the one who bought them. Ordering others to have their way with us means violating the rules. Madam Petunia was not a typical pimp. The old woman quoted that her tavern was way classier than she could say it was.,

The mistresses here in this bar were not made to be submissive or powerless. They are educated to think earefully and use the capacities of a wolf when it is required.

Bernice anticipated that the announcer should call her, but the guy moved past her and remained close to Sofeya rather who snapped her head at her, frowning.

"This is Sofeya, 25 years old and it was her first time participating in this aution." said the talking head, rather frisky talking.

What is this darn emcee so amped up for?

"The starting price will be "

The announcer was out off by the deep rich voice of the man with dark brown hair and gray eyes who Bernice noticed to be staring at Sofeya since they stepped onto this platform.

"5 million dollars for her"

She caught sight of how the announcer blinked several times before clearing his throat. She can't blame him, it was a lot of money.

"Going once" the announcer waited, yet nobody had raised or yelled a larger number than the proposal of the man "Go-ing twice and sold!'

"Ms. Sofeya now belongs to Alpha Theo of the Dawn Shadow Pack"

Dawn Shadow Pack? Oh, so this is the Alpha of the third-strongest pack. He's handsome.

The man stood,up while Sofeya alluringly went down to the two rungs of steps in front with her red lips extended into a grin. As far as she might be aware, Sofeya was glad that her objective this month succumbed to her charms although it was expected. They've been doing this miethod for ages. It was a piece of cake. Well, except for her tonight.

The last woman had been offered to one of the Alphas in the frent paddle seat. However, here she was, still standing on this godforsaken stage.

Bernice felt the announcer at long last stand close to her, he unnecessarily held her arm while stroking his thumb on her skin. She gritted her teeth.N

"This goddess's name is Bernice, 25 years old and also her first time at this auction" His hand went to her back until it slowly moved to her waist.

She inhaled to control herself

from killing the pervert emcee!

"The starting price was

million dollars for this goddess

we have here"

She inwardly gasps. 5 million dollars?! They are putting a lot of money on her head!

As she scrutinized the beginning number for her, she got a quick look at Madam Petunia in the corner, who waved at her while grinning knowingly. However, every one of the inquiries starting to frame in her mind evaporated in a moment as she felt the unpleasant and disgusting hand of the host on her ass. That's it. In a flash, she snatched his arm on her butt and turned it with the goal that she could unmistakably hear the breaking of his bones. As soon as he found his voice, a loud and unpleasant cry rang in the tav-ern. She released his arm, making him fall limply on the platform before harshly kicking him with my heels.

The whistle and catcalling of the crowd brought Bernice back from her momentary anger. She naturally turned in front, brushing/her reddish brown locks. Between her eye-lashes, she can see how the men in front lick their lips and check her out.!

"8 million dollars," a man in a tuxedo said.

"10," the other said.

Bernice disregarded the costs the men were murmuring about and directed her gaze at the glass room on the second floor

Come to me, Alpha King Bernard.....

Let/me hear your voice'

"20 million dollars, be mine, a very well-built man on the

right wearirg a casual dark shirt with a luxurious watch curled on his wrist expressed.

Bernice coule teel his intense Stare at her legs or whatever was inside the thin, almost see-through skirt. she had. She was beginning to feel alarmed, still not hearing any voice from the intercom in the tinted room, Madam Petunia told me. The man smirked when no one threw any higher number after him. This man looks familiar. Right. She can remember him. He was the second strongest Alpha -Terry Stone.

She was about to go for her so lurid plan B, Which was announced to the crowd, who she wanted to buy her, but a deep, resonant voice and, God help her, an English accent, sending shivers to her spine stopped her from moving her body.

"40 million," said the voice from the speaker in the glass room.

Bernice failed to remember the megabucks reverberating in the place. All she could hear was the noisy pounding of her heart, the chills slithering in her skin, and how her wolf named Amaris moved in her head.

What the hell was happening?