Auctioned Mates Revenge Novelas e Histórias

A werewolf rejected when he first meets his mate might just lose his wolf, but for a person who loses his mate after forming a strong bond, death is inevitable. My strength was nothing compared to the Crimson Alpha and I would never have the resources he did, but this little bond between us was all I had to get my revenge on him. I knew I couldn't fight the mate bond forever, but all I had to do was make him fall first then reject him. The sins of the father was about to be visited on the child, I smiled

"What does he take me as? A mate for sale? I am not for purchase. I am no longer his mate and I do not belong to him" Alaila nodded. "Of course you do not"

“I don’t even know the final number. I only know she’ll overbid to keep it away from me once she realizes I want it.” “Then I’ll cover it,” he said. I frowned. “As a loan.” His jaw set. “No.” “Taren…” He stepped closer. “Don’t call it a loan,” he said. “You are not some stranger asking for a favor. You’re my mate. If you need money to destroy the people who tried to kill you, I will give it. Without limit.” The next night, the auction hall hummed with low voices and clinking glasses. I ignored the crowd and kept my focus ahead.

Seeing her treated this way made my anger at Marcus Cromwell boil over, making it impossible to stay calm. I pressed my jaw and tightened my fingers on the armrest. I was here to stop the Rogue King’s illegal activities and free the she-wolves locked in his cold cells. Now that I had found my mate, I didn’t know how to get her out of this auction. I rubbed my forehead, trying to figure out what to do. “This stunning beauty is available for one night only at fifty thousand dollars. Who will be the fortunate buyer?”

The disgusting being who has constantly made advances on me since I turned eighteen. “I will give Ten,” echoes another voice. Why are they auctioning me? I’m the Beta’s daughter and not to be sold. If it’s about my attempt to run away, there are other punishments. Why this? “Alpha Vladimir, should I trade your mate for ten coins of copper?” the auctioneer asks, and my heart skips in a hundred beats. Mate? What does he mean? How am I the mate of Alpha Vladimir? The auctioneer is having a slip of tongue. I hope he hasn't forgotten the implications of such a statement. I'm already in a storm. He shouldn't create another.

The moment I saw it? My chest tightened. That was it. I knew it. I didn’t know how. I just did. I raised my paddle. “Two million.” The crowd murmured. The auctioneer nodded. “Two million!” A man in a navy suit raised his. “Two point five!” I lifted mine again. “Three!” Gasps. Matteo whispered behind me, “You’re doing good.” The navy suit man glared at me. “Three point five!” I smirked.

“For making my little one mute. You will have to help me. Because I saved your life by buying you from the slave auction and for building you into what you are today. Now as my second chance mate, which I didn’t ask the goddess for. But she still gave me. You will follow my command.” He started. His voice low and menacing. “AS YOUR MASTER AND MATE. I command you to join me every step of the way. Swear allegiance to me and my pack. You will do all I ask.” He was using the mate bond against her and she couldn’t refuse him. She was his mate and understood his pain. But how would it look. Going to avenge her mates ex mate who was defiled and killed by her ex mates older brother?

She had to strengthen the mate’s scent and make it more like Athena’s. I reached my room and locked the door. I checked my drawer and pulled out the box that contained a few drops of Athena’s tears, what Ursula had used to make the potion for me, helping me smell like his mate and hastening his acceptance of me as his new mate. What was this about Athena’s body disappearing though? Had someone taken the body? What for? And who could have done that? I applied some ointment on my neck and cleaned the bruise. His nails had sunk into me and had drawn blood.