The Auction Dramione Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Do I hear eleven?” Silence. Alora didn’t say a word. She just stood there, frozen, her face pale and her hand trembling slightly at her side. The auctioneer glanced at her, waited a beat, then raised his gavel high. “Going once… going twice…” He paused dramatically. “Sold! For ten million dollars to Mr. Dorian!” The gavel came down with a loud bang, and the room erupted into murmurs and whispers. I thought it was finally over. After Dorian’s final bid of ten million dollars and the sound of the auctioneer’s gavel hitting the podium.

His gloved hands got clammy underneath, and his heart beat rapidly at the thought of seeing Xenia again. Xenia. His beautiful omega, being demonstrated like an animal. It made his blood boil, but there was nothing he could do. It had to be endured. Only a little longer Xenia. And then, I will get you out of here. Just hold on a little longer. But as the auction continued, the bidding went on, and the girls got sold, not even once did Xenia show up, not even when the host announced the end of the auction. "What on earth?" Draco glanced at Stefanos with knitted eyebrows, watching as the guests began leaving and the girls began getting hurled inside a large cage.

Aurora looked at Renata and spewed poison, “You are against auction ring. Then see what I will do to your sister in the auction ring. I will sell her again and again to different people for one night each. She will be branded odal over and over again till we run out of the skin to brand her. I will turn your sister into a whore, a prostitute. She will live to pleasure men and women. Your sister will beg for death, but I will not allow her to die. She will be my whore, she will be the supreme Odal.” “What… what are you talking about? You are my mother, why are you doing this? You loved me. Dad! What is this? What is the auction ring? Dad, please help me, please help mom. Fanasi! Help me,” Yek

He barked a short laugh at something his sparring partner said, the sound snatched away by the late‑day breeze. My stomach turned. The auction hall smelled of fear and power and my own burning magic. This room smelled of stale air, dust, the faint tang of lye from laundry soap. Ordinary. Familiar. It shouldn’t exist anymore. It shouldn’t exist because I had died. Memory surged up like a flood. Iron collar biting into raw skin. Auctioneer’s voice: “Lot Twenty-Seven.” Damon in the balcony, watching. The four men on the opposite side: Alden, Theron, Jax, Rowan. “Our sister.”

“No. We didn’t. I had to convince Gideon it wasn’t something he said. You practically glared at him and stormed off like a jealous ex.” Damon’s expression didn’t shift. “The silent auction’s about to start,” he said, his tone clipped, almost dismissive. She took a step closer, lowering her voice. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He glanced toward the auction stage where guests were already beginning to gather, then back at her. “Miss Rowan,”he said finally,his voice quiet but firm, “you’re overthinking it.” Her brows furrowed. “Am I?”

“Now for our final treasure tonight. Number 27.” My feet lands on a platform, and the person holding me drags me forward and releases me, letting me fall to the ground with a thud. Gasps of surprises echoes in the room. “You can see why we saved her for last.” The voice from earlier is now loud and closer, too close. Cheers erupts in the room at his words. The urge to throw up is increasing by the minute. These people are monsters. “Twenty Four. Unbroken. Fire in her eyes –just waiting for the right Master to tame her.” The person who I assume is the auctioneer pauses, and more cheers explode in the room.

"You're right. Since she loves being screwed by men so much, I'll grant her wish." The auction resumed, and the atmosphere in the room erupted once more. Only this time, the lot was me. "The opening bid is five hundred thousand. Minimum raise of one hundred thousand. Let's begin." The moment the auctioneer finished speaking, the entire room went wild. "Five hundred thousand!" "Seven hundred thousand!" "One million!" ... The men in this auction room were all thrill-seekers. A bald Capo with a fleshy face was the first to raise his paddle.

I stood there for a moment and let that settle. The bidding was already underway. A merchant I recognized, Belafair, one of the richest werewolf merchants from the Thorneclaw pack, had thrown out the whopping sum of five hundred coins on the human girl. My wolf growled. He dared to lay claim on our mate. I moved through the crowd toward the back and waited, careful not to draw too many eyes. The auctioneer opened his mouth. "Five thousand coins." I said, The square erupted in whispers. "Five thousand coins for a maid? A human at that."

My mom was always too good to people, and then she was gone, at the hands of Ella and Harold's senseless cruelty. I swore to myself that they would not get away with it. I checked myself out of the hospital, hell-bent on getting the full story. Turns out, Harold swiped all my gold and fancy watches, cashing them in for a cool 750 grand, and they went house hunting those last few days, ready to seal the deal today. I got there as quickly as I could and stopped them dead in their tracks. The cash that Jamison flashed around had a shady ring to it. I warned them not to sell him the house, or they would be asking for trouble.

A wolf who crushed anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. The auctioneer stammered but quickly recovered. “One hundred from Alpha Kael. Do I hear one hundred and ten?” Murmurs rose again, hesitant. No one wanted to challenge a Draem. Yet just as the silence seemed final, another voice rang out. “One twenty.” The crowd gasped.