All Chapters of Auctioned To The Wolf King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

APRIL Life wasn't just bad for me, it was fucked up. “ Where is she? Where is that abomination?” My father called out barging into my room without notice. From a young age, I sensed something amiss in my father's eyes. Despite being his only child, his love felt like an unreachable star, always just out of grasp. I knew it was because I was not the son he had longed for. A boy to carry on our bloodline, to make him proud within the pack. In our pack, daughters like me were often seen as weak, mere afterthoughts, and I was no exception. I carried the burden of his disappointment, a constant reminder that I fell short of his dreams. The truth stung. I was just a girl in a world that valued boys. I merely caught myself reaching for a piece of clothing to cover my lower body because I was naked. I had just gotten out of the shower and I barely had time to dress up when I heard my father's voice. His gaze changed the moment he saw my body. “ You're now a real woman. Beautiful.” My fat

The Wolf King sat beside me, his presence imposing, his gaze sharp and unwavering, like a blade cutting through the silence in his home. I could feel his eyes on me, hard as stone, and it sent a chill down my spine, stirring a quiet panic within. Then, without a word, he reached behind him. My pulse quickened, my mind racing with whispers of the wild rumors I’d heard. I closed my eyes and silently took a deep breath. I needed to keep my head no matter what. He rose and moved to the table, his movements precise, commanding. When he returned, he held out a paper, his voice clipped and cold. "Sign this," Duncan said, his tone brooking no argument.My hand trembled as I reached for the paper. I couldn’t read. My father never let me learn. As a girl, he’d deemed it pointless for me to have any skills beyond keeping a home. The thought of him finding out made my skin crawl. If the Wolf King knew… Would he cast me out? I could already imagine the fury my father would be in if he had to retu

The sharp ache in my neck was the first thing I felt as consciousness pulled me from the depths. Every beat of my heart seemed to pulse directly into the wound, a constant, throbbing reminder of what Duncan had done. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the faint light streaming through the curtains. I was still on the floor, curled up at the foot of the staircase, my skin slick with cold sweat. Memories of last night crashed over me, one after another. The full moon, the looming shadows outside, Duncan’s tortured form, and then… his bite. My hand flew to my neck, fingers grazing the faint indentations left by his fangs. It was barely a mark, yet it burned with an unfamiliar heat that felt as though it had seeped into my very blood. I pulled myself up, leaning against the wall to steady my legs. My emotions were a tangled mess of anger, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite name. Did he even realize what marking me meant? Or had his wolf completely taken over? “Wait.” A

The evening's chill nipped at my skin as I stepped out of the car, brushing away the remnants of my earlier tears. Crying had done nothing but leave my eyes sore and my spirit heavier. The only thing keeping me moving forward was Duncan’s promise that someday, I would be free. For now, I had to endure. The emerald-green off-shoulder dress I wore shimmered under the soft glow of the lights, fitting me like a second skin. Outwardly, I looked poised and graceful, but inside, I was fragile, barely holding myself together. When the grand doors opened, their polished surfaces gleaming under the lights, Duncan stood by my side waiting, his gaze piercing and unreadable. He reached out, his fingers grazing my arm. The simple touch sent an unexpected shiver through me, but I quickly composed myself. I couldn’t let him see how much power he had over me. Standing beside him felt unreal. Duncan, the feared and respected Wolf King, was my mate. My hair was swept to one side, deliberately expo

“Where have you been, April?” Duncan’s voice was low, firm, and tinged with an edge that sent a cold shiver racing down my spine. It wasn’t just a question, it was a demand. My hand curled into a tight fist at my side as I faced him. Fear had been my first instinct, worrying over what he might do or how he would react. But then I remembered. Remembered what he did in front of everyone. And just like that, my fear melted into simmering anger. How dare he? “I went to have some fun,” I said, tossing my shoulders into a nonchalant shrug. My tone was casual, but my words were deliberate. “It is my birthday, after all.” Duncan’s brow arched, his expression darkening. His wolf-like intensity practically crackled in the air between us. But I stood my ground. I wasn’t afraid. Not this time. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. At least, not physically. “You went to have fun?” His voice dropped even lower as he took a deliberate step closer. “You reek of another wolf,” he said, stepping closer.