Auctioned To The Cruel King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He thundered loudly. "By shipping me off to marry a ruthless man? We've all heard the rumors. Cassian Rooke is a beast in human form. Everyone speaks ill of him and how much of a savage he is, and now you just want to hand me over to him?" I almost scoffed. "I came here worried for Father because you called to tell me he was seriously ill." I turned to my Mother. "How could you lie like that Mom?"

“We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” He hissed as he walked down towards the stage. He threw a bag filled with Jewels at Beta Daniels. The Beta opened up the bag and his eyes went wide. “This should cover her expense and your troubles.” The king spoke to Beta Daniels, looking straight at me. I felt like his eyes were looking into my soul.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat, fast and wild, like a trapped bird slamming against a cage. I took a shaky breath and looked at them. “Tell me one thing,” I said quietly. “This king—what kind of man is he?” They hesitated again, and that hesitation was answer enough. The oldest maid finally whispered, “Cruel.” The word hung in the air like a curse. Cruel. My throat went dry. “Right,” I said, forcing out a shaky laugh that didn’t sound like me. “Cruel. Great. Perfect.”

Or if all else failed, to be sold for them. My heart hurt too much to even cry. I had just stared ahead as if they weren’t selling me to Farris right in front of me. Suddenly, Ruelle comes running to the sitting room we’re in, her eyes wide. “Mom!” she whispers to her mother, “Mom, the King thinks I’m his Mate!” Excuse me?

“Bring her forward.” The auctioneer’s voice trembles, as if he can’t believe what has just happened. The slave master from earlier today watches the scene with venom in his eyes, but there is nothing he can do now that Alpha Rex wants me. He wants me. But why? The slave masters do not come close to me. Instead, Alpha Rex's warriors do the job, their nails digging into my skin as they haul me towards the center of the dais, where my new owner stands.

And with it came a single thought that echoed through all our minds: *The King did not come to capture us. He came to execute us. All of us. For treason.* The tent flap opened. A palace herald stepped inside, pristine and formal despite the chaos. "By order of King Aldric Ironfang, the traitor princes and their accomplices are sentenced to immediate execution. Surrender now and deaths will be quick. Resist and watch everyone in this camp burn." He dropped a severed head on the ground before us. One of our scouts. The young woman who had been on perimeter duty.

"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

“You mean that piece of paper our fathers signed before your old man put a bullet in mine and stole the empire?” His gaze flicked to the Old King in the corner. “You built this throne on my father’s grave, Carlino. Don’t talk to me about rules when you don't follow them.” “Your father was weak, he was a traitor,” the Old King croaked. “I did what was necessary.” “And now,” Kailen snapped, turning back to Carlino, “so am I.” Then he said it. “Give me the girl. Renounce the empire and maybe I won’t burn this bungalow down with all of you inside.”

While a young girl with bright blonde hair stood beside this man holding his arm, who I will also assume was this Beta’s mate. “I demand to know how such a deranged and hateful man had the ability to enter through my palace walls and trap my mate with him!” Leo’s bellows through the room with such anger and rage, the floor under us seemed to vibrate and shake from such force, the guard bowing his head in respect to his King who was not the happiest.

In the grand halls, nobles gathered in tight clusters, their voices rising and falling with speculation and scandal. And in the throne room, King Aldric Dravenhart sat on his throne of black stone and white gold, his fingers gripping the armrests hard enough to leave marks, and listened to Duke Blackmoor's report with an expression of absolute fury. "Say that again," the King said, his voice deadly quiet. "Slowly." Duke Blackmoor—who'd ridden through the night to deliver his news—swallowed hard. "The Crown Prince claimed the Vale girl as his mate, Your Majesty. I witnessed it myself. He killed everyone in the auction room, broke her binding collar, and marked her."