Sold

Freya’s pov

I thrashed in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. The golden-eyed man barely reacted, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist, a silent reminder that my strength was nothing compared to his. He was tall—too tall—and his presence was suffocating. The moment his strong hand touched my skin, a shiver of horror ran down my spine

“Let go of me!” I hissed, twisting in his grasp as my feet scraped against the cold stone floor of the dimly lit auction house

But he only chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made something inside me coil tight in warning. “You’re feisty. I like that.”

I glared at him, my breathing ragged. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

The golden eyes glowed faintly as he smirked down at me. “Killian  Solaris. And you, little omega, are coming with me.”

Omega.

That annoying word burned like acid in my veins. I refused to be weak again. I wasn’t going to be their fragile Omega or whatever thing they wanted to coddle or control.

I wasn’t going to be a slave.

I tried to wrench my hand free again, and this time, he did react. His grip shifted, his fingers wrapping around my throat—not squeezing, just resting there. A silent warning.

My pulse thundered beneath his palm, but I refused to show fear.

“You keep fighting me little Omega,” Killian murmured, tilting his head. “It’s amusing, but pointless.”

“Go to hell asshole!”

His lips curled into an infuriating smirk. “I’ve been there, sweetheart. I think you’ll like it too.”

I snarled at him, my teeth bared but He laughed, the sound rolling over me like silk and smoke. There was something unnerving about how easily he handled me. Like he’d done this before. Like he enjoyed it.

His free hand brushed against my cheek, featherlight, and I jerked away, but the heat of his skin lingered. “No wonder my brother chose you,” he murmured.

His brother chose me?

A chill crawled up my spine. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a thick stack of bills, and tossed them onto the desk of the greasy-looking man who turned out to be overseeing the sales.

“She’s the one we want,” Killian  said smoothly.

WE? Who was this WE?

The man hesitated only for a second before greed took over, and he snatched up the money with shaking fingers.

Just like that. I’d been sold. Again.

Killian didn’t waste time. He turned, dragging me behind him, and I stumbled, barely keeping up with his long strides. My stomach twisted violently and I repeated my mantra for the thousandth time… This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

But even I was growing sick of those words.

But what else could I tell myself? I wasn’t supposed to be here—I was supposed to be hunting down Sebastian and Amelia, making them pay for what they’d done to me. For what they’d stolen from me.

But here I was, being hauled away like a piece of property.

The cold night air slapped me in the face as we stepped outside.

 I immediately spotted a sleek black car waiting for us at the curb but the sight only made my stomach sink further.

It was too nice of a car, and far too expensive for any normal person. This could only mean that it wasn’t some rogue or lowlife who had purchased me.

 Killian Solaris was someone powerful and most probably Dangerous.

I had to get away.

But Killian yanked open the car door and turned to me, clearly expecting me to get in. I wrenched back, planting my feet firmly on the ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Killian  sighed like I was a petulant child throwing a tantrum. “Do you really think you have a choice, Freya?”

I stiffened at the sound of my name. How did he—

Before I could react, he moved. One second, I was standing defiantly on the curb; the next, I was pinned against the car, his hard body pressed against mine. My breath hitched as his scent wrapped around me—something dark and woodsy, with a hint of smoke. It was the only thing I could percieve, and I hated it.

“You have two options,” Killian murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “You can get in willingly, or I can throw you in. Either way, you’re coming with me.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’d rather die.”

He exhaled sharply, a mixture of amusement and irritation. “So fucking Dramatic, but dont worry, Your death can easily be arranged later, now move.”

Then he shoved me inside.

I landed awkwardly on the leather seat, scrambling upright just as he slid in beside me and slammed the door shut. The driver didn’t say a word before pulling away from the curb.

I lunged for the door handle, but before my fingers could grasp it, Killian ’s hand shot out, snatching my wrist in a bruising grip. “I wouldn’t.”

I turned on him, furious. “What do you want with me?”

His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That’s for my asshole of a brother to decide.”

Ice slid down my spine. “Your brother?”

Killian smirked but didn’t elaborate.

Panic clawed at my chest. This wasn’t just about being bought and sold. There was something more going on. And I had no idea what it was.

I sucked in a breath, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when I had revenge to take.

Sebastian and Amelia had ruined my life. They’d taken everything from me. My dignity. My freedom. My child.

I wouldn’t let these golden-eyed men take anything more.

I would escape.

And when I did, I’d burn everything Sebastian and the bitch Amelia loved to the ground.