Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 763 Clueless Fool

Hayley's POV:

Time flew by, and soon the long-anticipated Rock Betting Auction arrived.

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Though this event was held annually, last year's incident had reignited a frenzy of hope. Countless people, all dreaming of overnight riches, swarmed in-cach one secretly praying they'd be next to strike it big.

Among them, low-ranking werewolves in particular hoped that winning a lucky bet on gemstones could help them rise above their station.

At exactly 10 a.m., Humbert and I stepped into the venue.

Right at the entrance, we were greeted by long rows of raw stones, displayed like trophies—each one different in size and shape, their rugged surfaces catching the light.

Humbert's eyes lit up with obsession as he stared, wide-eyed, at those raw stones.

"I've never seen anything like this," he said, breathless with excitement. "These stones, they all look pretty high-quality to me!"

I smiled faintly, just about to tease him, when a man's mocking voice rang out behind us.

that high quality? Clearly, you low-rank outsiders don't know anything. Those are nothing. The real treasures haven't even been brought

some poor fool, but when his gaze slid over to me, it turned arrogant and

the foul scent on this guy who made my skin crawl. I couldn't be bothered to respond. Instead, I turned my attention back to

something caught my

the far corner. "Take a closer look over there. Does anything stand out to

that pile over there? It's just a messy stack of random raw stones. I don't see anything

you?" he laughed. "Premium stones are/never placed out here in the outer hall. Even the ones chosen by last year's 'Chosen

like that, you still want to go head-to-head with me? Looks like we're destined for a little bonding time, huh? Don't worry, my wolf

toward that pile of stones

told him.

and he followed my lead, obediently picking through the stones, examining them one

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too. As I scanned each rock, I replayed all the tricks I'd learned from Benjamin, along with everything I'd picked up from the books I'd read since. Occasionally, I'd lift a stone, weighing it in my palm, feeling for its hidden

on the inner hall-where, legend had it, fortunes could

them, lingering out here in the outer gallery was just a way to kill time, chat,

like a pair of fools to the rest of the crowd.

no different from ones