Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 138 Chapter 138

SAGE

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright, glaring lights above. Kieran had finally removed my blindfold, and I could see where I was. The air was cold and smelled metallic, carrying a hint of fear, probably left by others who had been here before 1. me.

The ride here had felt never-ending. Every bump on the road had shaken me, reminding me of the harsh reality I was back in. I'd tried to keep track of the route-counting turns, listening for sounds outside-but after a while, it all blurred together. My thoughts kept drifting to my children. Harper and Cooper's laughter echoed in my mind, now a bittersweet memory. Were they safe? Did Robert and Gertrude understand my letter? Would they protect my twins, even if I never made it back?

I clenched my fists, refusing to give in to despair. No, I will see them again. No matter what I had to go through, I'd find my way back to them. But first, I had to survive this nightmare.

I glanced at Kieran, who stood nearby watching me with a blank expression. He had dragged me back into this mess, but I hadn't forgotten why. We had a deal-a blood pact that bound us. I'd agreed to be sold in this auction in exchange for his help. Once it was over, our pact would be over too. He would have no hold over me anymore.

That hope was the only thing keeping me steady.

I had to think ahead. I was already planning my escape. I just needed to wait for the right moment.

"Welcome to the beginning of the end," Kieran said flatly, breaking my thoughts. He sounded bored, as if this was just business to him.

I glared at him but didn't speak. I didn't care about his reasons.

"Don't make a scene," he warned as two large guards entered the room. "The buyers prefer their goods quiet and cooperative."

Goods. That's what I was to these people-something to buy and sell.

I stood taller, lifting my chin despite the shackles on my wrists. Let them think I was broken. It would only make it easier for me to outsmart them.

started dragging me

brought me closer

I wasn't staying here. And I wasn't letting anyone take away

cold, and uninviting, but my attention was drawn to

dressed me up, polished and painted, to parade me like some rare treasure. The thought made my stomach churn, but I steeled myself. This time was different. This time, I had

move.

of the attendants, a woman with sharp eyes and even sharper nails, gestured

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come later. I slipped into the gown, the fabric cool against my skin. They forced me into heels that pinched my feet and dabbed makeup onto my face with cold efficiency. The

said flatly. "Don't mess

guards flanked me once more, leading me through a series of narrow hallways until we reached a set of grand double doors. The muffled hum of voices leaked through the thick wood,

to the cold room I'd just left. Opulence dripped from every corner-velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and rows of

led to the center of the stage, bright lights blinding me once again. I stood tall, refusing to show fear even as a spotlight pinned me in place. The auctioneer, a man with a slick smile and a voice

rang through the grand hall, smooth and confident. "Tonight, we present a true rarity-something many have searched for but never dreamed they could claim. Beauty, strength, and a spirit that cannot be matched." The crowd murmured with interest, their curiosity sparked by his polished words. My stomach twisted at how easily he spoke of me like I was some prize to be won. But I kept my face calm, refusing to

true treasure." Anger burned through me, but I forced myself to stay composed. I bit the inside of my check, using the sting to steady myself. Any reaction would only feed their sense of power over me. I couldn't let that happen.

different kind

crowd, trying to find the source. The lights blinded me, and the corners of the room were shrouded in shadows where the wealthiest and most dangerous

voice pulled me back

one billion dollars?" He announced

of murmurs swept through the crowd before a hand shot up-a