04|Blind Mate.

HADES POV

I tapped my fingers continuously in a rhythm as I gazed down at the stage below. My eyes were glued on the figure that had her head down, her hair is white, just like the little tattered dress that did nothing to hide her small body.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next item is a true prize among our ranks. I present to you a pure breeder”.

A breeder, huh? I tilted my head with a frown as her scent- lavender and a mixture of honey continued to draw me in, almost like a spell, igniting my senses.

“Item twenty five is rare, breeders like her have an extraordinary ability to pass on formidable traits, ensuring that any offspring will be powerful and resilient. Her bloodline is a rare treasure-one that can elevate any pack to greatness”.

“Bidding starts at one hundred silver!”.

“Three hundred sliver!”

“Five hundred!”

“Mate” Cyrus, who had been quiet since we got here, suddenly growled in my mind, making me scoff.

“No”.

“What do you mean no?” Cryus asked menacingly.

“I can't smell a wolf in her- she's weak and a breeder too” I replied casually and for a while Cyrus didn't say anything as I continued watching, accessing her.

I sighed, drumming my fingers on the table. I’d come here with high hopes, convinced I would finally find what I’d been searching for. Just a scrap of information would have made this trip worthwhile. But once again, I’d hit a dead end. And to top it off, I was bound to an utterly useless mate.

Her head snapped up to my direction and I watched as her completely white eyes widened in shock before she quickly kept her head down.

Great, she was blind too.

“You seem to like her, King.” I turned to the voice. My Beta, Draven, looked at me with a big smile on his face but I didn't answer.

“Eight hundred sliver!” The auctioneer yelled.

“Do you want to buy her?” Draven asked again and I shook my head.

“No”.

“So you are going to ignore our mate just because you think she is useless” I acted like I didn't hear Cyrus going crazy, trying to take over. Cyrus, the strongest crystal wolf in the world was currently fighting for control, he's a powerful beast but I easily won over the internal struggle.

“Hundred thousand sliver” I looked over at the owner of the new voice— A white-haired old man raised his sign up as he stared lewdly at the girl on the stage.

I stopped tapping the table and narrowed my eyes at the old bastard. Suddenly I had the irresistible urge to pluck out his eyes.

“Hundred thousand sliver. Any higher?”

"Who is he?" I asked, and Draven followed my gaze.

"Alpha Watson," Draven answered beside me. "He’s got a line of girls who never seem to last. His reputation is dark, and anything but honorable."

I frowned and glanced back at the girl, she hadn't even raised her head up ever since– like this had nothing to do with her. She was different from the others that appeared scared.

This was the one the Moon Goddess bestowed to me? I leaned back and watched in slight amusement.

“Do I hear two hundred thousand, does anyone want to pay two hundred thousand for this premium good” No one raised their number up, I could see the sickening smirk on the bastard's face when he thought he had won.

“Please Hades,” Cyrus desperately pleaded in my head. “She can be useful to us so don't let anyone else take her”.

I don't reply.

“Two hundred slivers, going once, going twice…” Silence reigned as the gavel was about to strike the wooden podium.

“One million sliver” My voice rang out and instantly the crowd turned to me. The once silent room erupted into a frenzy of voices, murmurs rippled through the crowd but no one dared to outbid me.

For the second time that night, she finally raised her head and looked at me. She couldn't see but it felt like she could as she stared into my eyes.

“The Lycan king?”

“He bought the breeder”

“Sold!” The auctioneer’s grin widened as he brought the gavel down. I stood up and took my coat from the chair, ignoring the whispers.

“Bring the girl to the car” I told Draven as I walked out of the auction house. It was boring and there was no use staying there any longer.

I entered the black limo and poured myself a glass of whiskey from the bar while I waited. Ten minutes later, I watched Draven walk to the car with the girl trailing behind him. She looked fragile, a small wind could easily sweep her off her feet.

Nuisance was what she screamed, I was already regretting this decision of mine.

Draven opened the door and I watched her hesitate for a moment, he brought his hand to her back in a reassuring manner and she relaxed a bit under his touch. I raised my eyebrow as Cyrus growled, wanting to surge out to claim her right there.

When she entered the car, she crawled into a ball to the farthest corner away from me, making herself seem as small as possible.

I took a swig of whiskey and watched her with narrowed eyes. From up close, she was prettier. White hair, white eyes and a white dress. She looked like a ghost; not fit to stand by my side as Luna, not fit to be my mate, fit to warm my bed- maybe but with how skinny and weak she looked, she would break easily.

“Your name” I asked, my tone lazy.

Her head was down and she didn't reply at first, getting me angry. I wasn't a patient man in the first place and I didn't have time for a timid she-wolf. I brought my hand to grip her by the chin, tilting her head up.

She gasped, her eyes moving frantically.

“Your. Name. I don't like repeating myself”

“Davina,” She whispered timidly.

My gaze lingered on her lips— soft, parted, drawing me in without even trying. I wondered how they’d taste, the thought alone sent a slow heat through me, daring me closer.

I tilted her neck to the side and leaned against her neck, sniffing her intoxicating scent. It took me a few seconds to finally release her with a frown.

"When we arrive at the pack, you’ll follow my every rule without question. Do what you’re told. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Keep your head down unless I allow otherwise and do not make your presence known”.

I paused, letting the silence stretch, watching as each word sank in.

"And above all," I leaned closer, my voice low and threatening, "No one can know you’re my mate." I saw her flinch at the word ‘mate’. We are now inches apart, I could feel a force pulling me to her, inviting me to break the little space between us and take her right there.

“Break any of these rules, and I’ll make you wish for the mercy of death." I said, leaning back while letting the full weight of my gaze settle on her. "Is that clear, slave?"