All Chapters of The Alpha's Winning Bid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Never! I will not put on this repulsive costume," I cried out, struggling against the guards' ironclad grip as they tightened their hold."Put it on now, or suffer the consequences," the mistress of the Rouge King barked, tossing the outfit at my face with a sneer.That is Nora, a notorious slut, often preying on innocent she-wolves like me for the Rouge King's auction house. I couldn't hide my disdain as I glanced at Nora's revealing attire and garish makeup, then eyed the skimpy three-piece lace bikini she was trying to force on me with utter disgust.I felt a surge of hatred within me. The Rouge King captured and auctioned, abandoned and helpless she-wolves to fulfill a beast's sadistic lust, as if we she-wolves have no feelings. I've witnessed numerous prisoners being escorted by guards daily. Last evening, a fellow prisoner, slightly older than the others, confided in me that these unfortunate souls were subjected to daily abuse by sadistic men to break their spirits and prepare

Jacob's POV"What's this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Austin as he handed me a black eye mask, my face creasing into a frown."Alpha, your aura is too powerful and easily recognizable. We need to conceal our identities properly to ensure this mission."Austin was right. His foresight and strategic thinking made him a competent and reliable beta any alpha could wish for in the entire States. I took the mask and we drove to the central region of Cherry Woods, where Marcus Cromwell, the self-proclaimed rogue king, resided in his imposing castle. From its deepest dungeon, he conducted his illegal operations.Every weekend, he hosted extravagant auctions of lonely and defenseless she-wolves that he had captured. As I surveyed the enormous crowd, I saw their depraved excitement as they leered at the poor souls paraded on the stage in the most humiliating fashion.I had been seething with anger for a long time sitting in the auction hall, struggling to keep my composure, when suddenly a

Natalie's POVA pounding headache greeted me as I struggled to pry my eyes open. "Ahh..." I groaned as the harsh light seared into them, forcing me to shield them with my hand—only to realize it was tightly bandaged. The memory hit me like a ton of bricks—Nora had viciously ground her heels into it, causing the injury.But who had bandaged my hand, and where on earth was I? My mind was foggy with confusion as my eyes wandered around the vast, opulent bedroom filled with ornate furnishings and intricate decorations. Everything was unfamiliar, and I had no idea where I was.I remember correctly, I was at the auction house and that green-eyed man won my bid. Then what happened next? Was I in his residence or some kind of a hotel? I tried to rise, but the pain from my injuries made it difficult. Then I noticed I was no longer in those filthy clothes, but instead wearing pink silk pajamas.Who could have done this? Was it the man who won the bid?Dark clouds of confusion and questions surr