The Lycan King's Purchased Luna

Sold To My Master

Avelora Pov

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The sound of loud music reached my ears, jolting me awake. I didn't even realise I'd fallen unconscious until then. I forced my lids open, but everything still looked rather blurry to me, like I was seeing life through a fogged up mirror with no way to clean it.

However, the feeling that something seriously wrong was going to happen to me gnawed at my insides. I gathered all my strength and tried to fight to free myself and get out of my father's arms. But nothing happened. I could barely move my legs and arms.

Seconds later, I felt him drop me onto the ground with an unceremonious thud. Gathering every ounce of strength in my body, I tried to stand up, but could only manage to sit upright, and even that made my head spin like I'd just gotten off a merry go round that had been spinning for an hour.

"Leave me," I groaned out, or at least I hope that was what I'd managed to say when I felt someone grab my arms and pull me up again. I felt extremely sluggish as the person holding me dragged me over to what vaguely resembled a stage to my blurry eyes and tied me to a pole before ripping my night gown off my body.

I didn't know what my father had injected me with, but it was making me dizzy and it was hard for me to even think rationally.

I was vaguely aware of everything they were doing, but failed to retaliate, my limbs feeling too heavy to do much. The only sense of mine that seemed to be in a working condition was my ears.

"We will start the bid with this beautiful, newly ripe virgin with the perfect curves," a voice announced loudly, and I knew without a doubt that I was the 'newly ripe virgin' he was talking about.

I struggled to free my hands from the chains but managed to only rattle them lightly. I'm not a virgin, I wanted to shout, but words failed me, too.

"Let me go," I managed to mumble weakly.

"Shut up!" My father growled, suddenly beside me and I felt the sting from his slap, the force behind it making me taste the metallic twang of blood in my mouth.

I'm your daughter, please stop this, I wanted to say to him, sobs are wracking my body now, but he paid no attention to me.

Soon people started bidding for me, for my body.

"Look at those curves. She's easily worth fifty lakhs." I heard of the men leer at me. I looked around slowly, blinking rapidly as my vision cleared a little and I realised with a start that I was standing on a slightly raised platform, surrounded by hungry wolves looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

Dressed the way I was, with scraps of clothing that barely covered my privates, I felt exposed in the worst way possible. Humiliation, disgust, and shame burned through me and I squirmed under the lecherous gazes of all the filthy men surrounding me. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, to run away from here, but they had tied my hands behind my back and my legs together tightly, leaving me no choice but to stand there, fully exposed.

All I wanted in that moment was for lightning to strike me and end my life. Death definitely sounded like a better option than being on display like this. But I knew no one was going to come to my rescue.

Just as I was about to lose all hope, I noticed the man standing at the entrance, my vision having cleared enough to make out that he was the same man who had nearly hit me with his car some time ago.

He was still wearing a mask with only his eyes visible. Our eyes met, and a fresh wave of tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping against hope that he would save me.

I didn't know why but something in my gut told me that he would save me. However, all my hopes were crushed when he raised his hand as well, just like all these creeps around me were doing.

"One billion," the masked man announced loudly, his voice easily carrying over the loud music and general ruckus of the place.

Those two words were all it had taken for everyone to fall silent. Even the music stopped completely.

He had kept my value at a staggering one billion, something no one had expected, let alone me. I looked at my father then. He had the brightest smile on his face, almost as if he'd won a lottery.

I looked back at the man, desperation and hopelessness in my eyes. Even though we had never talked, and he had never promised to save me or something, I still felt the sting of betrayal deep in my heart, knowing that he was here to bid on me, too, and not save me like I so desperately wanted him to.

He started walking towards me then, not once breaking eye contact.

"One billion going at once! Twice! And thrice! And sold! This gentleman would be the new master of this slave," the emcee announced, making my father's grin widen disgustingly.

All I wanted in that moment was for the earth to split and swallow me whole. But of course, nothing of the sort happened.

My heart nearly skipped a beat when that masked person, the owner of my body now, stood right in front of me. He raised his hand to touch me but I turned my face away, thoroughly disgusted by him.

He held my chin and forced me to look at him.

Then, he smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of my lips in the single most sensual moment of my life. His touch sent chills down my spine, and sparks erupted from where he had made contact with my skin.

He leaned down towards my ear. "Mine. You're mine," he whispered, not once taking his eyes off me.

And somehow, that both terrified and excited me like nothing else ever had.