Auctioned To The Cruel King Novels & Stories

He was the Lycan King, living in seclusion within his haunted palace. According to rumors, he was cursed, and anyone who came near him and looked into his eyes always met a gruesome end. It was said he was hideous, so much so that he always wore a mask to conceal his face. And now, my father was selling me to him. “You’re not deaf, are you? You heard me the first time,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re marrying the king to pay off my debt, and that’s final! Do you know how many families would love to be relatives with the king? You’re going to be his concubine. How worthy do you think you are to even be a slave? Instead of you being on your knees, thanking me for all I ha

I was so stupid to sign that contract and soon I’ll be too dead to be stupid. “We have the highest bid at twenty five million dollars!” The auctioneer roars. “Do I hear thirty?” It’s just silence. I sway a little and catch myself on one knee, so dizzy with horror that I don’t even register the pain. “This beautiful, untouched gem will be sold to Silas Wren if I don’t have a higher bid. Going in one… two…” My eyes find the lady that warned me where she kneels at the foot of her new owner and a little flash of sadness and sympathy passes over her eyes before she lowers them.

The tall rogue was sent sliding several meters across the dirt, coughing up a mouthful of blood. "Speak!" Lyall’s voice thundered. "Who ordered you to do this?!" I could feel the suffocating wrath radiating off him. The gentle man he usually was had vanished, replaced entirely by the ruthless, icy aura of the Lycan King. The rogue who had been kicked scrambled to his knees, terrified out of his mind. He frantically kowtowed in the mud, begging like a dog: "King! Merciful King! It really wasn't me... it wasn't our choice! It was our leader! The leader ordered us to do this, please spare me! Spare me!"

Elena The chains on my wrists weren't real. That was the first thing I noticed when they walked me into the Great Hall — no rope, no iron, nothing physical holding me there. Just my father's signature on a piece of paper, and the twelve armed wolves standing between me and the door. "Head up," the guard beside me muttered. "The King doesn't like weeping brides." "Good thing I'm not weeping," I said. He didn't answer that. None of them ever answered anything I said, like sarcasm was a language only humans spoke and they'd all decided not to learn it.

"What do you mean mama? Told me what? You're confusing me." "Sweetheart," She said. "The man you're about to meet is going to take care of you, okay? He's a Prince and owns a castle at the edge of our town. We've talked about this. You need to serve them, and they'll take care of you." Her mother pulled back, and her face was red, lips quivering as she held her stare. "We just, we can't afford to take care of you anymore, my darling. Forgive us. The Prince...he offered our way out of the debt and also gave us what we needed and more."

I almost cried, almost. The ceremony started when dad began chanting the same spell I had used while handing over the title to him. I started repeating it as well, while placing my hand on his chest. He did the same as well. After everything was done, I opened my eyes and everyone gasped. Dad told me that they were yellow. A symbol that I was now the rightful Alpha King for this pack. “Thank you.” I said to dad and he smiled at me. After a brief hug, he walked away and mom came up to me. She was crying, happy tears. I chuckled and hugged her.

“For this crime of theft you have been found guilty of, I sentence you to having all the fingers of your left hand cut off.” My eyes widened. The pain from having one's fingers cut off was worse than death. I wanted to cry but I swore I would not look weak. I was innocent and was determined to face whatever punishment the way my father spent his life teaching me. Unafraid. “You may proceed.” The king instructed and I noticed the two guards coming towards me. One of them pushed me to my knees while the other stretched out my left hand to the steel box before me. I took in a deep breath as I braced myself for the impact of the axe. As I watched the guard lift it up, the tears I had been strugg

"Ten million dollars to His Majesty the King." I exhaled. My hands were shaking, and I pressed them flat against my thighs to still them. Around me, the room erupted into low conversation, buyers turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths, because a king had just paid ten million dollars for a slave at a black market auction, and none of them could figure out why. I could. I looked at Cedrick's face as the handlers moved toward the cage, and I saw it clearly. Relief. Beatrice's POV

"Five thousand coins for a maid? A human at that." "He must be high off his knockers." "I bet he doesn't even have the money." The whispers came from all directions. Belafair pushed through the crowd toward me and grabbed my collar roughly. I looked down at his hand and felt nothing but disgust. He dared to touch his king. "The auction square is no place for jokes." He spat in my face. I took his wrist and squeezed until I felt the bones there protest against each other and he started to writhe in pain.

He pulled out after some time and began to pant while the other two roared again in laughter. He then held me by my neck, I gagged and gasped for air. My legs suspended in the air. I swigged them for help but no one came. “This is my end" I thought to myself. I have to pay the price for my half-brother who never cared about me. This was me paying a price for a gamble I know absolutely nothing about. "Ha! Spider! Déjala en paz, la jefa la tendrá ahora" (Spider leave her alone, the boss will have her now)