Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 145: Sold

Chapter 145: Sold

Olivia’s POV

My legs were weak, my body aching under the weight of fear, exhaustion, and the cruel choker that silenced my wolf. I could barely breathe. The room around me was filled with murmurs and whispers of men eager to own me, eager to take me as their prize. I hated it. I hated how helpless I felt, how powerless I was to stop any of it.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the hall, thick with excitement. "Next up is a rare gem, a virgin... who will take this precious gem back home? And bidding starts now!"

My heart stopped for a moment, then raced uncontrollably. This was it. This moment would decide the rest of my life. I felt sick. My gaze flickered over the crowd, trying to find something, someone, that could give me hope. For a fleeting second, I imagined the triplets appearing like knights in shining armor. But all I saw were hungry eyes, greedy smiles, and faces filled with lust.

The bidding began, and the air in the room seemed to thicken. Prices were thrown out carelessly, men shouting over one another to claim me. Each new bid sent a wave of fear crashing through me. How could they bid on a person like this? Like I was something to be bought and sold?

"300,000!" one man yelled from the back of the room, and my stomach twisted.

"400,000!" another voice rang out, closer this time.

I felt my chest tightening as I heard the numbers climb higher and higher. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to block it all out, but it didn’t help. My fate was slipping further and further from my grasp.

Ten men had already called their prices, and I could hardly breathe. I forced myself to look up, scanning the room again, searching for something—anything—that could give me strength. That’s when I saw him.

Piercing hazel eyes.

throat as I locked eyes with a man sitting quietly in

leaving me. It was unsettling

the most was that he wasn’t bidding. His eyes were intense, like they were stripping away every layer of me, but they weren’t filled with the same lust as the others. His desire was different—more dangerous, more powerful—and yet,

Who was he?

spine. The man’s eyes never wavered, and for a moment, I thought

down on me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. And yet,

someone approached him, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Even with the person whispering to him, his gaze

I thought he might be able to hear it from where he sat. But Why wasn’t he bidding like the others? I

time

front, grinning as if he’d already

voice

hammer lifted, ready to seal my fate.

as the auctioneer was about to slam the hammer down, a voice cut through the silence.

"One million!"

in shock. The entire hall went silent, every head turning toward the source of the voice. I did, too, and suddenly, my breath hitched in my chest when I realized

been so still, so quiet, and now... now he’d

more than I could