My Mate Auctioned Our Sex Tape

My Alpha mate put our sex tape in the werewolf arena as a prize for the winner, just because I defeated his mistress in the werewolf arena a year ago.

A year ago, I had my eyes set on the prize from the werewolf arena—a pair of rare ruby healing crystals. I wanted to have them embedded in the mating rings for me and my Alpha mate, Damien.

As the only daughter of the Moonborn Pack Alpha, the most powerful pack in the entire northern territory, I won the combat easily.

Just as I was about to claim victory and take the prize, Damien's secretary Celia stepped forward. She said she liked the gemstones too and wanted to challenge me.

Damien laughed helplessly. "Sweetheart, she's a member of our pack. Young girls love these shiny things. As the Luna of our pack, you should be generous and let her have them, okay?"

I refused outright. These were the only gemstones I'd liked in an entire year of searching.

But before the battle even began, Celia's wolf was trembling under my wolf's dominance and didn't dare to shift at all. That day, Celia ran off the platform crying.

I proudly showed Damien my prize. He kissed my forehead helplessly.

"My stubborn little wildcat."

He didn't go after Celia.

After our mating ceremony, he claimed me night after night for a whole year, in every way imaginable, never giving me a moment's rest.

Damien was incredibly thoughtful toward me. No matter how busy he was with pack affairs, he always made time for me. Every holiday and anniversary, he would carefully prepare gifts for me.

I thought we would be happy forever.

Until I received an invitation to a private combat arena.

Videos and photos of me beneath Damien, my eyes hazy with desire, were brazenly displayed as the victor's prize.

Damien had his arm around Celia's waist.

"Don't you love dueling? There are over a hundred people here. I'll have them challenge you one by one. Whoever wins gets a sex tape of you and me. A whole year's worth."

He paused, his eyes cold.

"If you don't want them falling into other people's hands, you'll have to win every single battle."

But a week ago, I was wounded by a silver arrow while saving Damien from a rogue wolf trap he'd carelessly walked into.

Everyone knows my wolf has lost her healing abilities now. She's weak, barely hanging on.

Damien knows this perfectly well, yet he deliberately chose this exact time to have me challenged.

I stand in the auction hall, watching coldly as over a hundred werewolf warriors point and whisper about me.

"Everyone knows Aria was just injured recently. There's no way she could recover this fast. We're definitely all going to get a taste of her charms, right? I heard she's especially wild in the Alpha's bed. Can't wait to see for myself."

A warrior with scarred arms laughs crudely.

"Damn! Never thought I'd have the chance to watch porn starring the Alpha heiress of Moonborn Pack and the Luna of Duskwalker Pack. She always acts so high and mighty. Really want to know what she's like behind closed doors."

Another one licks his lips greedily.

"The Alpha's so generous, willing to share his mate's videos with us. We'll follow you forever, Alpha!"

The men exchange knowing looks as they glance toward Damien sitting in the main seat.

I clench my fists, trembling as I turn to face my beloved mate.

Beside him, in what used to be my seat, sits Celia.

Damien doesn't even try to hide it. He smiles slightly.

"Whoever defeats Aria gets her complete nude photo collection as a bonus. Plus full recordings of that night."

His voice carries easily across the hall.

"Alpha's the best!"

The men erupt in excitement.

Damien looks at me, amusement dancing in his handsome features.

"Don't look at me like that. I told you, you can defeat all of them. Over a hundred people. Aren't you a mighty warrior? Don't you never back down? Then fight well. Try not to die on the battle platform."

He pauses, tilting his head mockingly.

"Take your time though."

A stocky warrior calls out gleefully.

"Oh Alpha, don't you know? Aria was severely injured recently. I heard a silver arrow went straight through her shoulder blade. Her wolf is practically dead. She can probably barely stand right now. There's no way she'll win today. We're all going to feast our eyes!"

"So what if she's Moonborn Pack's famous female warrior?" another sneers. "No one has ever won a duel after being hit with silver. Especially not against a hundred of us!"

Damien raises an eyebrow, pretending ignorance.

"Oh? Is that so?"

How could he not know? I was injured saving him. Just yesterday he was holding my hand, whispering sweet words of love. Now all that tenderness has turned into swords aimed at my heart.

"What a shame! Over a hundred videos, each one spectacular. Honestly, after we all win, we can share them with each other. That way everyone gets to appreciate the Luna's full... repertoire."

One warrior eyes Damien uncertainly.

"We just want to make sure you really don't mind, Alpha. She is your mate, after all..."

Damien laughs, raising his hand.

"Gentlemen, don't feel any psychological burden about today's duels. Don't think of Aria as the Pack's Luna. Fight with everything you've got. As for trading your spoils afterward, that's all private business. Of course I won't interfere."

He grins wider, his eyes cold as winter.

"Good things should be shared among friends, shouldn't they?"