Mtg Alpha Black Lotus Price Novels & Stories

“I want the lunar-weave. The one that regulates temperature during a fever-shift.” Graham swallowed hard. “That... that’s a custom order, Alpha. Six hundred thousand credits. And the frame will bring the total to nine hundred thousand.” I choked. “Nine hundred thousand credits for a bed? Peter, you could buy a whole territory for that!” Peter didn't even blink. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black obsidian card, the mark of the High Alpha’s personal vault. “Charge it. I want it delivered within the month. If it’s a day late, I’ll find a new supplier for the entire Draven territory.”

"Six hundred—? The retail price was half that! You're out of your mind!" I shrugged, maintaining perfect composure. "If you could buy it at the store, you wouldn't be meeting me in a private lounge. This is enchanted wolf-hide, globally limited. The waitlists for pieces like this are three years long, and that's if you're already a Blackwood-level client." "You're using Seb's credits to buy bags, then selling them for profit? No wonder he called you a leach." Her smirk was calculated to wound. Seb? I almost snarled. She called my mate Seb—and he actually let her?

"I… I tried to get him to sleep with me." "CECILIA. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?!" My voice was soft, mortified. "I… asked him how much it would cost." A long, soul-destroying silence. Harper's excitement evaporated, replaced by the look of someone who just realized her lottery ticket was for last week's draw. "You asked Alpha Sebastian Black, Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, if his services came with a price tag?" "…Technically, he mentioned it first?" I offered, cringing under her glare.

Alpha Vladimir clenches his jaw. “Forgive me, Alpha.” The auctioneer bows before facing the crowd. “Milena Blackwood is sold for… for five hundred… golden bars. Final!” When the last verdict rolls out, Alpha Vladimir rises and storms away. His father and Tato do the same without looking at me. Disappointed murmurs fill the air as the crowd splits in all directions. The auctioneer scrunches his nose. His condescending eyes settle on me. “Be grateful the Alpha is in his best mood. You would have paid more dearly for turning out his mate.” He spits, picks up the bags of gold, and storms away.

The Alpha of the Blackstone Pack? Alpha Ronan?

the man repeated, his voice low but firm, making no room for argument. The auctioneer stammered, "A-Any more bids, gentlemen? Twent…twenty million… going once…” Silence. No one dared to challenge him. The Alpha’s presence was too overwhelming. “Going twice… Sold! To the gentleman for twenty million!” The auctioneer’s eyes were wide with disbelief and greed. He looked at me, then at the powerful Alpha, then back at me, as if I had just transformed into a golden treasure. Twenty million? For me? Who was this man? Why would he pay such a price for a supposed "wild seed" like me?

the auctioneer began, voice low now, “is known as ‘The Veinpiercer’. It was used to kill the last Alpha—thrice stabbed into his heart under the Blood Moon War. The blade is believed to be cursed... or blessed, depending on who holds it.” Silence. “Starting at $2.5 million.” A hand rose. Another. Then Luthor’s. My heart skipped. “Five million,” he said flatly. Another man, masked in a white Venetian porcelain design, raised his hand slowly. “Six point five,” he called out. Luthor’s gaze narrowed. “Eight million.” The man didn’t blink. “Ten.” My breath caught. The crowd turned their heads. No one else dared. “Thirteen point five,” Luthor said through clenched teeth.

I turned to Liam, looking for an explanation. “He was asking if it’s too late for his pack to join the external exports coalition?” Liam filled me in. “Uh… that depends on if your pack can meet the quota, you know…” My eyes drifted again to Lucas. It seemed Lily was trying to leave, so he grabbed her hand again, tugging her towards him. I tightened my fist around the water bottle in my hand, imagining It was Lucas’s neck. “And what is the quota?’ Alpha Rodriguez’s voice cut through my haze again, forcing me to turn my attention back to him.

Although, I'll admit—I was a little scared. Nerion was waiting outside with a car. "Alpha Jaris wants you to go out with this," he handed the keys to me. "And this." He handed a card next. "It's a black card. You can pay for anything you want with it. The pin is two-two-five--five." Now, this was interesting. Black cards were only used by the richest Alphas. From what I heard, only five Alphas in the world owned this, and it meant unlimited funds.

HENRY'S POV I let out a loud howl as rest of Black Lotus recedes announcing our victory. For now at least. The war was brutal, Alpha Gaius didn't make it. I'm sure the rest of the of his pack members know by now, judging by the loud howl that they echoed after mine. We tried to hold up the front line, but Black Lotus came prepared for every of our counter attack. I have only had to use my ability a handful of times and most times there aren't a lot of witnesses.