Mtg Black Lotus Alpha Price Novels & Stories

“Alpha Blackwood, your proposal.” Kael leaned forward, ignoring the Elder. His gaze locked on the woman who had shredded his peace for the past week. “The Moon Pack offers forty-two point five million,” he said, voice low and measured, a growl beneath the words. “Plus a twenty percent logistics subsidy for the border packs. Floor price. No one can go lower without bleeding out.” He leaned back, smirk fleeting and sharp, victory-starved. Every decimal had been calculated. Every penny accounted for. Phoenix didn’t blink. She raised a single finger.

“This is the holding area of the Blackmoon Auction House, you idiot. Your pack sold you.” “You’re lying. Why would they suddenly sell me?” “I told you before, you were never fit to be the mate of an Alpha like Dario Dravenhall.” “What do you mean?!” I snapped, gripping the bars. I refused to believe it. “Just admit it, you’re the one who kidnapped me! Just wait, I’ll make you—” “Hey!” Alaric cut me off, shoving his hand through the bars and grabbing my throat. “Just because you think you’ve landed a powerful Alpha doesn’t mean you get to act tough. Don’t forget, you were nothing but a worthless stray from our pack, and—”

Her brown curls fell over her shoulders and her black eyes started turning to a lighter shade of red. ”The Alpha of the Celestial Pack, and he offered a generous sum as well,” she said with pride. ”We’ll offer to double whatever he was going to pay.” Lydia said and narrowed her eyes. Genevieve's eyes slightly widened but only a fraction before she regained her composure. ”They offered five hundred thousand dollars,” she said and tilted her head back. ”We will give you a million,” Lydia countered. Genevieve's lips formed a thin line and I heard gasps coming from around us.

The one bottle produced only five times every generation, fermented under a blood moon with grapes grown in sacred soil only the ruling Alpha family could access. Only the highest echelons, the Alpha himself, visiting dignitaries from elder bloodlines, or ranking wolves who’d just closed contracts worth empires ever touched it. And the price? Rumors whispered it went for nearly 15 million dollars a bottle on the black market for supernatural rarities. Sometimes more, depending on who was buying and what flavor they needed to curry. My mind reeled. Who was this man? A stranger who stopped his Rolls-Royce for a runaway bride?

It turns out that this was the type of person Lotus is! “And 200 million?” Lotus clicked her tongue and picked up the check. Her face turned cold, and she ripped it immediately and threw it toward Venus. “Oops, my hand slipped.” She said unapologetically Venus' face darkened with rage, and she could only say a word, “You…” “Zaire gave me a customized black card, which has no limit. Spending 1 billion a day is easy peasy. If you really want to settle me, you should have come with 10 billion upward.” She finalized arrogantly.

But this is more brutal than any border skirmish we have ever fought in the mud. This is no longer an auction. It is a lethal gamble. We are throwing our packs’ entire wealth and ancestral pride into the fire just to see who burns first. I lean back, crossing one leg over the other. My eyes stay locked on her sweating forehead. “Twenty million is the current bid,” the elder calls out, his voice booming against the stone pillars. “Going once to the Rogue Pack.” Chloe looks around the room. She looks at the Alphas from the Northern Alliance. She looks at the Lycan representatives. Every single one of them is staring at her, waiting to see if the great Alpha Princess is going to crawl away like

His joy made his face distorted, completely unaware that he was speaking at the wrong time. "Sirs! Those old Alphas are so eager that they are almost fighting over this special item tonight! An Alpha offered 50 bags of spirit stones! The others were triggered and vied to raise their prices, already setting a record high in the market's history! Do you think we should hurry up..." He choked back his words under Zackrie's cold gaze. Zackrie whisked me away. Leonard still tried to snatch me back, but he had no choice but to make way when he saw Silvermoon Pack's male wolves staring at him.

Especially when choosing my life cost their vault four million more credits. Seeing a perfect opportunity to twist the knife deeper into Chika's soul, the leader turns his face toward Cedric. "Your Luna has logged her final decision. What about your own alpha rank, patriarch? Who will your claws save from our blades?" Cedric’s response is immediate and urgent, his boots stepping closer to the exchange line. "Bianca Whitmore. The singular cub your ledger priced at five million credits."

“If she cost less, I would disembowel her myself. She’s not even worth feeding on.” Bogdan glares at where Lydia is huddled, trying to pretend like she can’t hear us talking. “I’d feed on her. Drain her dry and then set her body on fire. After I piss all over it.” I try my best to hide my disgust at their violent thoughts. I’m not surprised, but it’s still disturbing to hear what they would do to the woman if given the chance. “How much does she cost?” I ask. “Triple what a regular wolf bitch costs,” Toman explains. “Alpha blood is premium for the royals, like a good vintage wine.”

He was not alone. It was a tall man with broader chest and silver bracers on his wrists. He had this devilish grin on his face and I could see the silver that he implanted into his gum as a tooth. I recognized the man immediately. He was Alpha Grayson, alpha of the Black Lotus pack and the king of the silvers. I understood that Titan had gone to him for help concerning the war but I didn't understand his coming to the pack compound. What was he doing with Titan? It was until u saw the chariots that were coming from deep inside the woods that I knew what was happening. The only reason for an alpha to fine that impromptu could only mean one thing. They were planning instant war.