The Alpha's Mark

Chapter Five

Wren’s POV.

“Gotcha.” CASPIAN smirked.

“Come miss...” the auctioneer said as he removed the price tag from my neck and loosened the tight ropes from my wrist and feet.

I was handed over to Caspian, my eyes already welling up with tears as my mind raced with worst case scenarios.

Caspian scanned my body and immediately his face twisted in rage , his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on my wrist. I followed his gaze, seeing the dried blood and bruise from the tight ropes.

Caspian's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Who did this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The auctioneer trembled, taking a step back. "I-I didn't mean to hurt her, Your Majesty. I just wanted to make sure she didn't escape."

Caspian's hand balled into fist, his face twisting in rage. "You dare to call me that, after what you've done? You've harmed my what is mine? Do you know the consequences of your action?”

“I-I am sorry your majesty. I didn’t mean to. I apologize.” The auctioneer pleaded and fell at Caspian’s feet.

But Caspian only moved back, and the thin man signaled to two big guys who stepped forward. "Take care of him," Caspian ordered, his voice cold.

The auctioneer pleaded, "No, please, Your Majesty! Mercy! I'll do anything!"

But the two men showed no mercy, delivering painful blows that left the auctioneer crumpling to the ground spitting out mouthful of blood, his face swollen.

I watched in horror, realizing too late that I had marked a lycan king as my mate. This wasn't the easy-going, friendly guy I spent the night with. This was a powerful, ruthless leader.

Caspian turned to me, his eyes still blazing with anger. "Come," he said, his voice firm.

I hesitated, and moved back. “No..”

“It was not a request.” He said and pulled my hand.

I tried to wriggle my arm free but Caspian's grip on my arm tight, pulling me along as he strode out of the auction room.

As we walked, I saw the fear in the eyes of those around us. They bowed, some even lying on the floor, as Caspian passed.

I realized that I was in grave danger, trapped with a powerful lycan king who was capable of making or breaking me.

But as we reached outside, his expression softened and he gently caressed my cheeks. "Wren, I'm sorry," he said, his voice softer. "I didn't know they'd hurt you."

I blinked, shocked by the sudden change.

I swallowed, trying to speak. "I-I'm fine."

Caspian's grip on my arm loosened. "No, you're not. You're hurt, and I'll make sure those responsible pay."

He brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and he got tied it around my wrist. “Does it hurt?”

“No, no...not really.” I stammered in response.

“The car is ready my king.” The thin man announced.

“Let’s go home.” CASPIAN said and led to me to a luxurious car.

As we drove away, I realized that my life would never be the same. I was now the mate of a lycan king, and I had no idea what lay ahead.

The driver started the car, and we drove through the city, the view changing from dark alleys to busy streets. Hours passed or so I thought , and the environment changed , becoming more developed and breathtaking.

My eyes went wide in awe as I saw beautiful skyscrapers which gave way to magnificent and majestic estates, and finally, we arrived at a grand palace.

The car stopped, and Caspian opened the door, offering me his hand. I stepped out awestruck by the line of maids queued up, curtsying as we approached. Some cast questionable looks at me but I was too distracted by the pretty flowers and the fountain shaped like a fish.

A royal welcome was given to Caspian, with servants and guards bowing as he passed. I followed, trying to take it all in.

“he is a king...even his maids are better dressed than you. Yet your stupid ass went and marked him as your mate.” A voice in my head scorned.

I turned my gaze to Caspian who was focused on the path ahead.

I gulped hard and tried to push off the thoughts of inferiority that slowly crept into my head.

As we entered the palace, my jaw dropped at the breath taking interior, decorations, the crystal chandeliers, and the lavish furnishings. It was like stepping into one of those places I only saw in movies.

But my joy was short-lived, as a beautiful lady came down from the stairs, her red gown hugged the right places and left a tail behind her . She was classy, young, and stunning, with Hazel brown eyes and long, wavy blonde hair. Her smooth and spotless skin was as pale as the moon.

I unconsciously looked at my hand, which was stained and rough.

Her gaze was on Caspian, and a bright smile spread across her face. She glided towards him, her heels making a click clack sound as they struck the cold tiles .

Caspian's expression was unreadable, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten that I even existed.

I felt a stirring in my chest, wondering who this woman was and what her relationship was with Caspian. Was she a friend, a family member, or something more?

The lady's eyes flicked to me, and her smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure and plastered that warm , charming smile on her face once again.

“Welcome home my dear,” she said and wrapped her arms around Caspian pulling her into a warm embrace.

Caspian did not hug her back, he stood, still and stiff as a rock. “Dear?” The voice in my head repeated.

Who was this woman, and why did she seem so familiar with Caspian?