LOGINXlynor's POV
“Huh?” Her doe eyes glanced around, unsure if my words were meant for her.
I caught her chin, forcing her trembling gaze to meet mine. She shivered slightly.
The moment our eyes locked, I felt an energy shift that made even my demons stir. The air thickened between us. “I can’t hear a heartbeat, you don't have a heartbeat.” I murmured, tilting my head to the side. “What are you?”
She swallowed hard but didn't speak.
“She’s… human, with a heartbeat, Alpha,” the lady standing beside the silver-haired said, her voice trembling as if she were being forced to speak.
Human with a heartbeat when I couldn't hear a thing myself? Interesting.
No one could hold my gaze for even a minute, yet this defiant woman stared straight into my eyes, into my soul—without blinking once.
This wasn't the eyes of a woman fawning over me, it looked different, felt different, but I just couldn't pinpoint it.
I gave a lopsided grin then brushed my thumb against her lips. There were traces of dried blood there, it looked like she had been tortured more than the rest.
I stood straight, a smug smirk plastered on my face. These silver-haired people had a thing for messing with me. It had to be the hair.
Silver-haired wolves were said to possess powers beyond the ordinary abilities of werewolves. Mating with them as a normal werewolf had a way to boost your abilities and, somehow, they were highly sought after, but this one right here was said to be human.
I had met lots of silver-haired wolves and each time, their energy seemed to be repelled by my demons, but this silver-haired was different and that wasn't a conversation I was ready for.
With one last glance at her, I adjusted my hood then walked over to the left corner of the hall. I could perceive Nyx’s scent emanating from there.
The hall maintained a palpable silence ever since I stepped in, that even a pin drop could be heard, and I loved it that way.
“You came.” Nyx whispered the moment I took the seat next to her.
I didn't respond, I maintained my poker face, wishing for all this to be over with before I snapped. The thought about the silver-haired had vanished just as it came.
I could feel Eryndor’s hateful glare on my skin, but I didn't bother sparing him a glance. I leaned into my seat then shut my eyes.
“Going for a hundred and fifty?” The lady at the podium whispered into the microphone, obviously scared to speak out loud.
“Three hundred.” I heard a baritone voice I was forced to believe belonged to Eryndor speak.
I stilled, was this bastard interested in a slave? For the first time he showed interest in something?
I glanced at him, catching his death glare. I smiled slyly then shut my eyes back.
“Four hundred!” Nyx snapped, standing to her feet.
“Four fifty,” Eryndor countered, his demeanor calm and collected, unlike Nyx who looked like she was at the point of bringing this hall to the ground.
At this point, I could almost believe that he was doing this to spite Nyx because the Eryndor I knew would rather spend his money on books and research, not a random slave.
“Five hundred thousand dollars!” Nyx slammed her palms against the table, already trembling in anger.
Whatever Eryndor thought he was doing was actually working, or maybe I was wrong.
“One million dollars!” Eryndor muttered.
My eyes snapped open. Did I just hear properly?
“Wha…what?” Nyx stuttered, her eyes wide.
“One million dollars for the human slave,” Eryndor spelt out each word, finally standing to his feet.
Nyx's feet stayed rooted to the spot as she chuckled in disbelief. “You just bought a slave for a million dollars?” She stuttered.
My gaze narrowed as I watched Eryndor walk over to the slave.
This wasn't about him wanting to piss Nyx off, he really wanted that slave. The satisfied smile on his face said it all.
I frowned. Why did he want her so badly? Why was he willing to spend so much to have her when he could have anybody he wanted? Lots of questions lingered in my mind and it aroused my curiosity.
Eryndor stopped right in front of her then grinned widely… a sight I rarely saw.
“I won, I guess you're mine now,” he said, his tone too cheeky, like it was only both of them in this hall.
My jaws tightened at that word. His? For some reason I couldn't explain, it didn't sit well with me.
And the silver-haired? She just knelt there staring at him like he was her salvation… her eyes had no fear for someone being sold to a Dark Hounder.
My lips twitched, and my fists curled on their own.
“I'm taking her.” I declared.
“Okay, what's really going on here? I just want her because I like her…” Nyx hissed.
“What?” Eryndor turned, his nose crunched up.
I stood from my seat, then took slow, deliberate steps towards the podium.
“I. Want. This. Slave.” I dragged my words, making sure that each of my words got stuck inside Eryndor’s brain.
I didn’t want a slave. Least of all, a weak so-called human, and a woman at that. The only women I didn't hate were Nyx and godmother Jojo.
My not-so-perfect mother had planted a trauma and deep hatred inside of me for women that I thought all of them except for Nyx and Jojo had the darkest of hearts.
“It's… an auction where the highest bidder gets the… price. Alpha.” The host stuttered.
I quirked the corner of my mouth as I watched her in amusement.
“I'm expected to bid for a slave?”
“No, Alpha.”
“Yes, you should bid, but it's already late.” Eryndor spat, cutting the host off.
My tongue flicked over my lips and I stepped closer, but Eryndor quickly stepped in front of the slave protectively.
“Stay back brother, I got her already.” He set his jaw, refusing to back down.
Seeing him so protective of her, I knew she was worth something and even though I had no initial plans of keeping her, I wanted her even more.
I didn't stop in my tracks, I kept walking and when I got to Eryndor he was flung away by an invincible force.
I stretched out my palms, grabbing the slave by the neck yoke and pulling her closer.
“No, not you.” I heard her whisper as she tried moving away from me.
The same woman that had locked eyes with me earlier without fear was now trying to escape my grasp for some unknown reason and at this point I knew I wanted her to be mine.
Fear looked special in her eyes or was that rage? Perfect.
I walked right into this hall, with something inside of her pulling me close. I should've known she was for me. Anyway, it was never too late to put my tag on her.
A slow smile curved my lips as I watched her struggle. “Yes, me Shenka. You're coming with me.”
“I’m taking her for five hundred million.” I clicked my tongue
I didn't wait for their response before my dark smoke covered every inch of the hall and I teleported with her.
Ivara's POVMy fingers went slack before my brain could stop them. It was like his words held some kind of power over me.The phone slipped from my grip and thumped against the rug, and the sheets loosened in my other hand.For one stupid, frozen second, I just lay there, eyes still squeezed shut, heart slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it.Wait. My heart dropped straight to my stomach.What did I just do? Did I— oh dear Goddess. I had just proven him right, now he’d confirmed that I was lying.I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, willing myself to disappear, to rewind time, to undo that one stupid, stupid reaction. Maybe dying would be better.Xlynor’s voice was low and lazy, but I caught the edge of suspicion beneath it… he didn’t sound certain. It was more like he was trying to make me slip—for reasons only he knew.I stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, even though I’d already fucked up.“So you’re really going to keep up that foolishness?” he asked, amused.“Please go aw
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Ivara's POVI wasn't looking ahead as my gaze was fixed on Elodie—when I ran straight into a wall.No. Not a wall, a man.“Ah—”The impact jolted me backward, and my breath hitched in my throat. Strong hands caught my arms before I could go further.And for one terrifying second, my heart stopped. I was certain it was Xlynor.But when I looked up, my eyes met with blue eyes staring down at me from behind a black mask—intense and solely fixed on me.My breath released all at once.The man was about the same height as Xlynor, with that same aura that felt dangerous.“I—” I started, rushing to apologize, words tumbling out too fast. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see—”He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait. I could hear steady footsteps approaching from the corner we had just fled—only Xlynor walked with such precision.I shoved the stranger hard in the chest, pushing him out of our path, and bolted, Elodie's hand still clamped around my wrist.He staggered, clearly not expecting it.
Ivara’s POVI stood near the polished wall, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird as I layered my scent with different perfumes, over and over again.Yeah, I decided to trust Elodie. She seemed genuine. Besides, did I have any other choice? I had already left the castle.I watched as the other dancers stretched and adjusted their costumes.I had found out that they were the Wolf Hunt traditional dancers—chosen every year from a specific age group. No one danced this piece twice in her lifetime. It was sacred.Elodie moved behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. “Breathe. You told me you know the steps, right? You said you saw the palace dancers dance at Silver Moon.”I nodded. “Yes… but—”“No buts. Girl, ease up. You look constipated even with a mask.” She shook her head.I bit back a smile and turned to watch the small projection screen showing the main floor. I needed one last look at the choreography to be sure.Somehow, I caught my reflection from the mirror across the roo
Ivara's POVThe carriage wheels rattled softly over the cobbled path, the sound oddly soothing against the chaos still spinning in my chest.Elodie said no cars were allowed during the festival week—it was a traditional celebration, and everything was rooted in the old ways.I clutched the edge of the velvet seat, staring out through the narrow window at the world I had never imagined.We had left the royal fortress and, honestly, I hadn’t even known there was anything beyond them. Not to mention, a village.There were people moving through lantern-lit streets, children laughing as they ran between stalls selling spiced wine and honey cakes. Hell, it looked peaceful in this part of Dark Hound.What surprised me most was how different the village was from the medieval fortress grounds.It dawned on me that Xlynor was a medievalist, the medieval aesthetic had to be his idea. He had built his world around history while the rest of the pack lived in the future.“…This place is confusing,”
Ivara's POVMy heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to punch its way out.Xlynor had really locked me in. He’d caged me like some fragile bird he could keep for himself.I spun away from the glass, and crossed to the door. “Open!” I snapped, dragging the card across the sensor for what felt like the hundredth time. “Open! Fucking open!”“Damn it,” I rasped when the lock didn’t budge.I slapped the door with my palm. “Let me out! Let me out, you bastard!” The words tore from my throat.My hand curled into a fist and I hit the door hard, the impact stinging through my knuckles.Being locked up in here and trying to escape reminded me of that one time Adrian and Dahlia had locked me up in that cell-like room. I screamed and begged until my voice gave out.A strangled breath left my lips as panic began to claw its way up my throat. “He can’t do this… he can’t do this.”I rushed back to the window and gripped the sill. What now? What do I do… what do I do…I froze when I caught si
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