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.

I locked eyes with a man sitting quietly in the corner of the room. His presence was overwhelming,

just sat there, his gaze never leaving me. It was unsettling but also strangely familiar, like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn’t

layer of me, but they weren’t filled with the same

Who was he?

man’s eyes never wavered, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in

stare felt like a burden pressing down on me, making it hard to

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

able to hear it from where he sat. But Why wasn’t he bidding

the time to get distracted. The bidding continued, the

from the front, grinning as

as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, "Going

about to be sold. A wave of nausea rose in my throat as the hammer lifted, ready to seal my fate. I closed my eyes, bracing for the sound

about to slam the hammer down, a voice cut through the silence. A voice that made the room

"One million!"

entire hall went silent, every head turning toward the source of the voice. I did, too, and suddenly, my

was him—the man with the piercing hazel eyes. He’d been so still, so quiet, and now... now he’d bid the highest. Higher than

than I could ever