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　Louisa's POV　　The lobby suddenly turned quiet.　　Everyone was staring at Lucas, who was visibly dying inside like a poisoned rat trapped in a hole.　　He tightened his fists and walked towards me, with a draft of anger and deep humiliation trailing him like a cheap perfume.　　The dark and unfortunate aura coming from him was overwhelming, so I picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at him.　　"Stop right there and don't come any closer or I'll..." I exclaimed.　　He dodged the flying bottle. It fell to the ground next to his feet and was smashed into pieces.　　He looked up at me and kept walking towards me, "What the fuck will you do?"　　I saw a giant crystal water barrel on the side of the table, so I ran towards it, trying to push it off the table at him. But I guessed my heels must have tripped over something on the table, so I lost my balance and fell off the table to the ground.　　The whole table flipped and everything on top of it w

　Louisa's POV　　As Lucas carried me into the Grand Auction Hall, everyone was looking at us.　　My enhanced hearing helped me to catch their gossip even in the lowest voice.　　"What's Alpha Lucas doing with that service maid?"　　"Why is she still alive after making such a notorious scene in front of everyone?"　　"This is preposterous! He's holding her! Unbelievable."　　"Just when I thought I'd seen everything."　　"Has anyone seen this girl before? Anyone knows anything about her?"　　"I heard that she's Alpha Jacob's daughter, traded to Alpha Lucas as a maid."　　"Alpha Jacob from the Crimson Pack?"　　"Yeah, who else."　　"Well, if you ask me, I'd say that girl must be good in bed."　　"No one is asking you anything, Cyrus."　　“What? The one thing I can tell is that Alpha Lucas' into freaky things in bed."　　"If I may ask, how on earth did you learn what happened in his bed, Alpha Cyrus?"　　"You've all seen

　Louisa's POV　　The Red Box is used to refer to a secluded lounge on the second floor of the auction hall.　　It's like the box in a theatre, overlooking the whole auction hall.　　I stood at the edge of the box, holding the handles and leaning forward.　　I felt that I was like a little bird, flying across the entire venue.　　Alpha Lucas approached me from behind, holding a glass of bubbling champagne in his hand.　　He looked like a star walking right off the stage. But no performer had his dignified bearing, which didn't seem like something that people were born with. It must have taken years of a stress-free life to make someone behave in a certain sophisticated and confident way.　　"What are you looking at?" He looked down at me and stroked his face. "Was there something on my face?"　　"No. It's just... You look like a king..." I mumbled.　　He looked at me in surprise, paused for a brief moment, and said, "How do you know? Have you met L

　Louisa's POV　　I cried myself a river in his arms. He lifted me, carried me back to the box, and placed me gently on the sofa.　　I leaned against his chest and wept silently.　　We stayed like that for a while without saying anything. I could hear the auction had already taken place with the auctioneer introducing some antiques and announcing the bidding price repeatedly.　　"I don't know why I've said those mean things to Will. All he wanted to do was to help me." I whispered. "I used to be regarded as a freak and retarded in my father's tribe. People didn't want to talk to me, because I was either too weak or too slow, too stinky or too skinny. Nobody would pay attention to me other than my old nanny and Uma the Shaman doctor."　　Talking about Uma, my heart started to throb again.　　"I don't want to be treated like a freak. But the way people look at me..." I covered my face and couldn't continue my speech.　　Alpha Zackery removed my hands from my

　　Louisa's POV　　"Is that a..."　　"Amazing, right? You just can't take your eyes off it."　　I looked at the image in the catalog.　　It was a headless statue made of precious moonstone.　　Decades ago, Alpha Shay from the Aberrant Canines sent seven maidens to blast the entire Kanz Mountain into an ocean of fire. From that one, the moonstone mines were sealed permanently, which was why moonstones were really scarce and precious.　　"But it's broken. Where's the head?" I asked.　　"It's lying in my treasury," Alpha Zackery smiled. "Such a beautiful sculpture. Look at the curvy wrinkles on its dress. Can you believe that it's made of the hardest stone in the world? You know, when the moonstone is unearthed, the chemicals on its surface get in contact with oxygen in the air and immediately lose its dazzling color. That's why unprocessed moonstones look a bit tarnished. But after processing by skillful craftsmen, the tarnished coat is gone and the inside chemicals of the stone are exposed to