Auctioned Mates Revenge Novels & Stories

Leo muttered under his breath. “ That's good because I don't plan on competing with anybody for what's mine.” I declared and Leo's eyes widened in surprise. “ Do you mean…” I nodded in agreement. I watched as Leo broke into a grin. “ Congratulations my king.” He said, bowing at me but I wasn't interested in his words, I just wanted to take my mate away. “Fifty thousand dollars going once, twice, thrice, sold.” The auctioneer announced, hitting the table with the gravel.

I'm deep in my thoughts as the scout continued, “And also, I discovered just some minutes ago while coming over to report my findings so far, that the said marked mate tried to escape, but somehow someone got the information on time and informed some higher authorities who sabotaged that effort. So far, she’s being led to the dungeon, as well as her culprits, who are being punished severely.” Now I'm tugging my palms over the desk, putting down every detail. Like I said, I'm in no hurry. Better strategies for unmatched victory, rather than rush for some small crumbs. But that being said, my line of thoughts are spiraling in opposite directions. “Did you get any more details about this marked

I suggested instead as I took a drag from my cigarette. “ It feels like revenge.” I added and I chuckled softly. “ It is revenge and I'm willing to help.” I scoffed while leaning against the railings. “ But-” “ The auction is in two days, I want everything to go as planned.” I switched and he respectfully nodded. “ The goods would be shipped in same night, make sure nothing goes wrong with shipment.” I added. “ Yes, Master.” He politely mentioned and he was gone. THREE DAYS LATER.

“You’re not in a police station, sweetheart.” Cold terror flooded my veins. “Then where am I?” He chuckled. “You’re in a sale house and you are about to be sold to the highest bidder.” The words didn’t register at first. Sale house? And I was going to be Sold to the highest bidder? Like… like in an auction? Like… as a slave? My pulse roared in my ears. “You’re pranking me, stop it!,” I whispered. “Am I? Let’s just wait and see who will buy you.” He tilted his head mockingly. “You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.”

"What… He scoffed cruelly as he stepped closer. I stepped back instinctively, this man was surely different from the man I had met back at home, the man who looked up at me and demanded my release. I studied him and his hair was less neater than it had been and his eyes were indeed darker but there was no mistaking it, he was Alpha Vander. The exact same one I was about to be sold to. “You should leave this pack, Miss , you don't belong here” I tried to get a grasp of whatever was happening but his cold expression and dismissive tone didn't seem like he had time for that. “But… we're mates,” I said. "You brought me to your pack, you clothed… "Those things are clearly out of pity…. but Mates?

I demand and am momentarily confused when I see him shake under my command and fight through it. “No,” he grits out, “you will regret this decision,” but before I can do anything else, he grabs Rafe’s arm and portals them away. My heart soars as I swear at the last moment I see Rafe mouth I love you, always. Maybe that was wishful thinking. I let my body crumble to the ground under the weight of what had happened. Sobs rack through my body as I mourn and fear for the loss of my mate yet again. The rage in Duncan's eyes scare me. What have I done?

Until I had enough of her cold attitude, I sat her down and told her that i would still claim her regardless if she’s my mate or not, I promised her that I would reject my destined mate if she ever showed up. And because I am a man of honour and I live by my word, i did exactly what i promised. I marked and claimed Belle as mine. My destined mate never came forth, so I continued living happily with my chosen mate. Belle ruled by my side as my Luna and we brought our enemies to their knees.

a fake cough escaped my mouth to have Marcus' attention back to me. It was only when his eyes shifted that I noticed his head moving away from the woman's side face. I gave him a tiny smile. I leaned forward and pointed to the cuisine that was the most popular for this certain evening. "This is called Shells in Virgin. It's basically a fresh oyster with a special sauce made of virgin olive oil." "Hmm..." When I caught a whiff of a mixture of cigarette and alcohol breath that was gently blown on my cheek, I flinched. I turned to face Marcus, who I hadn't realized was pressing in closer to me. I instantly sat up with my back to the wall.

My ex-boyfriend, Mateo, had been on the phone, talking about auctioning something. I didn't think much of it at the time. But now, it all made sense to me. He had set this up. He had sent thugs to drug me and brought me here. He was going to sell me to the highest bidder. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. “Going!” “Once, twice,” the auctioneer called out. “Sold for $750,000.” “Not yet, let's rewind a bit.”

“And don’t call me that. I’m not your mate.” His jaw clenched, his keen gaze never leaving mine. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not lying!” I shouted back, the rawness of my voice shocking even me. “My mate rejected me, left me for dead. I don’t have a mate anymore!” The room fell silent, my words hanging heavy in the air. Dominick’s face darkened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “The Moonery north pack,” he growled. “They did this to you, didn’t they? That bastard Alexander.”