Moon Hybrid

Hezzin. 

Small gasps and whispers echoed through the hall and even I was shocked by his claims. 

Me? A moon hybrid? Was this some sort of joke or had Marcus lied to them about what kind of wolf I was. 

This wasn't the first time I’d heard about moon hybrids, I heard of them as a child. My mother talked about how she wished to actually see one in action.

They were omegas who were sought out by Lycan King's and even a few Alpha's in times of war. 

I thought they didn't exist, so why was I being called one? 

I scoffed, I didn't want to get in trouble with the client when they found out I wasn't what the auctioneer claimed to be.

I looked back at the crowd that had now turned restless, their gaze fixed solely on me and it made me take a step back. 

“We start the bidding price at two million dollars!” The auctioneer began. 

“Three million dollars!”

“Four million dollars!”

“Four million dollars, going once, going twice…” 

“Fifteen million dollars!!” A fat man seated just in front of the stage yelled, his large stomach jiggling slightly as he stared straight at me.

“Fifteen million dollars. Can anyone raise the price?” The auctioneer yelled, his voice cracking midway but he didn't seem to care. 

My wolf stood at attention at their fierce bidding. Each time, a more ugly person would scream at the top of their lungs just to get ahead. 

Couldn't they at least be handsome?

I took a deep breath, eyes scanning the hall once more. 

I have to escape. 

I can't stay here any longer. I had no idea what the client would do when they found out I was just an omega, who could communicate with her wolf but she couldn't shift. 

 Just when the tension in the room got higher, I felt it again. 

My wolf whimpered, and I knew he was here. My eyes slowly moved to the dark corner of the auction room. 

I squinted calmly checking if anyone was standing there. That corner of the room was so dark that I couldn't even see an outline, but I felt it. 

Like a small pull tugging at my heart, making my wolf whimper in nothing but absolute submission. 

The feeling scared me. If that person was truly my second chance mate, why wasn't he approaching me?

Was he planning on rejecting me too? 

I couldn't exactly blame him for being a coward still. Men! 

“Seventy million dollars!” The auctioneer announced, raising his mallet. “Going once, going twice…so—”

“Three hundred million dollars.” A cold and deep voice cut through the noise, the crowd falling silent almost immediately. 

“Mate!”

My wolf blurted, as I felt something close to fear run down my back. I shuddered, just his voice was enough to make me like this? 

The fear wasn't like the bad one, it’s like a feeling that leaves you breathless. 

Why was this happening? 

I frowned, turning my head in the direction where the voice came from. The silence in the air still remained, the guests looked gobsmacked, and all because of that damned voice.

I bit on my lower lip, shaking my head slightly trying to get my wolf to snap out of it. 

We had one goal, that was to escape and return back to my pack. 

“Three hundred million dollars, going to our VIP member.” 

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the air and in an instant, murmurs from the crowd filled the air. 

I flinched, finding it difficult to breathe as their words, though hushed, reached my ears. 

“Why didn't he mention the name of the buyer?”

“That's because it's the attendant of one of the four Lycan King's.” Another one commented, and I could hear the curiosity dripping out of his words. 

“Oh my gosh! Which one do you think it is?” 

The whispers flew into the air, all trying to figure out which Lycan King had bought me, they talked but they didn't have the courage to investigate properly. 

Even I, that had been sold, could feel it. I was in big trouble, why did they have to lie about my identity? 

And why does my buyer have to be a god-damned Lycan? He was going to rip my head off my body when he found out. 

At this point, I'd rather have whoever my mate was reject me. 

I couldn't be a slave to my mate's boss…or something like that. 

Everyone knew how dangerous a Lycan King could be. Currently, we have just four lycan kings in existence. 

Each one of them possessing a unique trait and personality but one thing was for sure, they'd kill without blinking. 

The curious gazes of the audience on me changed to one of pity. Yes, I pity myself too. 

“Well folks, we've come to the end of today's auction. We'll see you all next time with more rare commodities.” The auctioneer said some guests were already walking out of the hall. “Please, all buyer's, meet behind the curtain to complete your transactions. Thank you.”

With that, a large red curtain fell over and I felt like whatever spell that had held me in place loosened. 

I took in a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. My heart pounded violently against my ribcage, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

“Get the girl moving, we don't have all day!” The auctioneer yelled already going behind the stage and I instantly felt myself being shoved forward. 

I stumbled, something catching my foot, before I could fall face flat on the floor. I felt an arm wrapped around my waist and someone tugged me backwards. 

“You should be careful. We don't want the king to make a quick trip here, now do we?” A cold indifferent voice sounded behind me. “He doesn't want a scratch on his precious omega, let's keep it that way.”

I swallowed hard, the lifelessness in his tone made me want to step out of his embrace instantly. 

I glanced over my shoulder, taking a small peek at the man. 

He was handsome, dressed in a casual all black outfit but the professional air around him made him look…sexy? 

If he hadn't said those words or I didn't know who he was, I would've thought he was some random gigolo. But sadly, the gun that peeked out of his pants said otherwise. 

“Let go.” I said firmly. The man behind me chuckled softly but his hold around my waist loosened and I instantly stepped away from him. 

The auctioneer cleared his throat, his lips curled into a forced and nervous smile. 

“Yes, yes. We are so sorry about that. We just wanted everyone done quickly.” He apologized, bowing slightly. 

“Save your excuses for someone who actually wants to hear it.” The cold looking man muttered with an eye roll. “Here is your money,”

The man said, throwing a black briefcase at the auctioneer. The foolish mutt dodge but thankfully, the warden standing behind him caught it smoothly. 

“That's part payment. You'll get the rest when she's safely escorted to the vehicle.” The cold looking man said calmly. 

“Yes, we'll get to it immediately.” The auctioneer responded, nodding his head whilst proceeding to call for his men. 

I kept my gaze lowered, fiddling with my fingers and calmly hoping the cold looking man would literally forget I was here. 

When the auctioneer returned with his men, I took a step away from him but a hand grabbed mine before I could take another. 

I snapped my head towards the cold looking man that was now standing beside me, with a small smirk on his lips. 

“Let's go and little omega, I wouldn't try escaping if I was you.” He started nonchalantly, before turning to lead the way while pulling me along. 

He knew I wanted to escape. But what does he mean by I shouldn't try it?

It was shameful enough that they sold, but I wouldn’t be following them without a fight.