CHAPTER THREE
KING DARIUS
The moment I strode into the auction hall, walking majestically toward a seat, the noisy people's attention was suddenly drawn to me and the hall immediately became dead silent. There were whispers and murmurs and while I walked, the men scurried from my path, which I didn't give much attention to.
"It's the rogue King"
It's him"
"What is he doing here?"
I could hear their hushed whispers but kept my brow furrowed and my jaw tightened while I scanned the room, searching for her. Still wondering if she had been bought, I walked to the front row, still looking for her. And at the sight of me, a man scurried away from his seat, leaving me to it. With a sigh of frustration after not seeing what seemed like her, I occupied the seat, relaxing my back to the chair and my hands on my lap before nodding at the auctioneer who was gaping at me to continue. And the music picked up immediately.
I ignored the piercing gazes and scanned the room, my eyes narrowing when I saw her. Even from a distance, she stood out. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and at that point, there was nothing I wanted more than her.
The auctioneer who had recently paused when I graced my presence, picked from where he stopped and continued, but my focus was solely on the girl in the white dress. There was something about her that I couldn't quite pinpoint. The magnetic pull and the energy was there.
And her scent… It caught my nostrils. It was a fragrance so sweet and satisfying. While I watched her, I practically undressed her in my head, and this thought made me swallow hard.
I thought of all the things I could do to her in bed and how her feeble moan would sound in my ears.
I took my seat in the middle of the large crowd. I needed to see who this girl was and what was so alluring about her that made my wolf jump.
When the bidding began, I waited, letting the anticipation build. When the moment was right, I spoke, my voice cutting through the murmur of the crowd.
“Her. I want her and her alone.”
The room went silent and everyone's gaze averted to the girl I was referring to while I maintained eye contact with her, my demeanor unshaken.
I could see the girl hitch, her fear palpable. She averted her gaze to the ground, too scared to meet mine again. But when she finally did, her eyes were wide with fear, her body tense. She had no idea how much I wanted her.
The connection was immediate, undeniable and she shook her head rapidly as if asking me to not do that.The auctioneer appeared confused, as if wondering who I was talking about.
“Mate,” My wolf whispered silently to me, my eyes still fixed on her. A maelstrom of emotions engulfed me and the hairs at the nape of my neck stood erect.
"Mate?" I muttered in surprise, creasing my brows and leaning forward to get a better view of her. The mate I've been searching for years, was right here... in an auction. And I didn't know if it was adrenaline or excitement working, I stood up immediately, fighting the urge that was pushing me to go up there and grab her.
But I quickly stopped myself... People were watching and I must compose myself.
At that point, I knew there was nothing else I wanted more in this world but her. However, the more I stared at her, the more it appeared to me that I must have met her before.
Something about her was familiar. And I couldn't quite understand what it was.
Hushed whispers filled the room and I was sure people would wonder what a rogue king was doing at an event like this, and being so interested.
But I didn't care about their apprehensive look. I was looking for my bride. The girl that was promised to me by her father.
When I had gone to her father and was told she had run away, I combed the area to search for her. She was mine and mine alone, and I must have her.
However, an eyewitness told me she had seen her run into Beta Sylvester's house. I had ordered Sylvester to be brought to my pack, beaten and tortured and he had confessed he sold my bride to an auction.
I had left him there, I'll decide his fate when I'm back from retrieving my bride from this auction. However, this strange, yet familiar girl who turned out to be my mate had made me forget about the bride.
“Excuse me, your Majesty. But whom is it?” the auctioneer questioned, disrupting me from my thoughts.
“The girl in the white dress,” I announced, my tone firm.
The auctioneer averted his gaze and settled it on her. A sly smile appeared on his lips– one that I knew very well, since I've worked with cunning people.
“I'm afraid she's very expensive, Your Majesty,” the auctioneer said.
My eyes darkened and I clenched my fists, feeling insulted. “Name your price.”
There was a hush and I glared at him, daring him to object.
“One thousand,” I muttered and dropped the bag of gold coins on the table.
“Wait! I want her too. I bid 2000,” a gentle man said, stepping forward and placing the bag of coins on the table. I turned to look at him, he didn't seem familiar. He must be from another province. I ignored him and grinned, muttering under my breath "What's life without a little bit of competition?"
I could hear the crowd murmuring "He's bidding with the rogue king?"
"So much guts for a stranger!"
"Will the rogue king let it slide?";
“Interesting,” the auctioneer whispered, his grin growing broad. He stared at the girl. “You are quite peculiar, eh. Everyone wants you. You must be of such importance.”
I couldn't see her expression cause she retreated into the dark to avoid the gazes on her.
“Your Majesty, someone else wants her and is willing to pay twice the amount that you bid.”
“4000,” I said, dropping more gold coins as I stared at the man defiantly.
There was a loud gasp and I could hear people talking about it. Why am I paying a price so high for a normal girl? But she wasn't just a girl. She was my mate. And I Wasn't willing to give her up. Every fiber of my being wanted her.
My rival brought out more gold coins and placed them on the table. “This is five thousand, now give her to me.”
The auctioneer’s eyes reflected the gold coins and I could see he was ready to give in which made my heart flutter and my chin tighten.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINEHAZEL'S POV {One Year Later}I pushed the baby in the cot, hearing him moan and look up at me with twinkling eyes. “Sweet Dennis, you know you want to sleep. Don't give mom a headache. You know I should be with the twins, right? It's their birthday, and you had me with you all day.” I said, touching his cheeks, and he giggled. His giggle— my freedom.After Xander had been banished, and Melissa had been cast into the dungeon, I'd been so traumatized. She'd truly given birth to a baby, but it had been given to Xander. That was the last thing Darius could do to compensate him as a Beta as he sent him off to never return. As for Melissa? She remained in the dungeon. The moment she gave birth to the baby, she hated it. She complained the baby didn't give her freedom and seeing it made her remember Xander whom she painted to be a traitor and a snitch. Staying in the dungeon had broken her and the maids whispered of how she murmurs inaudible words,
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHTMELISSA'S POV I yawned, stepping out of the room to get myself something to eat. Perhaps, it was just my intuition, but the house felt strangely quiet. The fridge light reflected on my face as I pulled it open, and I saw that Hazel's food for the day hadn't been given to her. “Are you planning to starve her now that we're going to kill her?” I called out, “Well, good riddance!”My voice bounced back to me in echoes, and I stepped back, “Xander?” My feet crossed the living room quickly to the room he usually slept, and I pushed open the door. He wasn't there. Did he really go to a hotel, or was he down in the basement with Hazel?Turning around, I went straight to the basement, and pushed it open, looking inside as I switched on the light. Hazel wasn't there!It hit me like a bolt of terror. “Xander! Hazel!” I called into the empty basement as if they would reply from some hiding place.“No, no! Stop thinking crazy thoughts, Melissa!” Quickl
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVENHAZEL’S POV I couldn't believe it when Xander was loosing the ropes from me. I was finally free. My hands were so white, and devoid of blood, completely lifeless. After freeing my legs, he helped me rise to my feet, but I fell back almost immediately. He caught me, and we waited a while for me to be able to regain the feeling in my legs. Walking was strange and difficult after being tied up for so long, but after taking a few steps, I finally began to get the hang of it, my heart pounding in excitement as we left the house. Xander took me in his car to the mansion, and I rubbed my hands in anxiety. I would see my kids. I would see Darius. Night had fallen completely by the time we got to the mansion, and when the guards at the gate saw Xander, they gave a signal, and different guards came out from different angles, surrounding us with weapons trained on us. “Beta Xander, you have been…” A guard began.“I know. I know… just take me to the Kin
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXXANDER’S POV As Melissa walked past me, my hands balled into a fist, and shook so much that I couldn't even find a way to calm myself. She had crossed the line. She had done way too much. She had said way too much!My chest burned intensely, as a wild heat rampaged around, spreading deep within me, like a fire racing down a forest, burning everything in sight. Damn everything. Damn it all. I wouldn't let her have what she wanted. My baby! She was going to give it to Darius. And then killed Hazel? That was impossible. Yes, I'm mad at Hazel, but I still love her and wouldn't just let her die. The thought ate at me for hours, digging deep inside of me, probing me, disturbing me, until I finally realized I couldn't stay still. Hazel couldn't just die like that. I know it sounds crazy to not want her dead after everything she did to me, but for the sake of the past… perhaps just for the past…I stormed down to the basement where she stayed tied u
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE MELISSA’S POV Yes, Three long weeks went past, and my life became so static, and stagnant. Seeing Hazel’s face everyday honestly made me want to puke. At times, I’d meet her praying for her kids, and that would anger me more. She’d become a kind of punching bag for me because I vented my full anger on her whenever I felt like it. As for Xander, I didn’t know how he was doing it. For the time being, there was no trouble even with Darius having the kids, so I guessed all was going well. Perhaps he’d been avoiding Darius, although that was almost impossible and risking.However, how he handled it wasn’t really my problem. The only thing he’d become useful for was pleasing my body’s sexual desires. When he wasn’t doing that, everything else he was doing naturally became annoying. That very morning, I woke with a fever; something that was very rare for me to have. I got up, took some water, but my headache only got worse. Eventually, I crawled back
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR DARIUS’ POV {Three Weeks Later}The last three weeks that passed were hectic. Azel was still so closed off, and wouldn’t talk to me. He would not eat, and get me worried so much that I’d have to ask Theresa to find out what he wants, and take care of him so he wouldn’t get sick. Recently, things got worse. Azella, who was the more receptive one suddenly locked herself up, and wouldn’t leave her room. It was what baffled me the most, and caused me sleepless nights. A knock sounded on my door, and Theresa came in, holding Azel, who had a lollipop in his mouth, and a scowl on his face. “Yes?” “You asked for my report. Azella still won’t come out, and keeps crying. She won't let anyone talk to her.” She said, and I pushed aside the hectic work on my desk, with a sigh, before rising to my feet. Damn. My men were all over, looking for Melissa now. She’d simply gone off the grid. Her phone was untrackable. All of her records were blank. How she did