“Still a virgin?” She seemed confused. “You are marked but still a virgin…” She trailed off, her eyes fixed on the three marks of the triplet on my neck. I wished I could tell her I’m the mate of the famous triplet of the full moon pack. Perhaps that could help, but the moment I tried to speak, she pushed me aside. “This one is still a virgin,” she said, her voice cold and detached, as if I were nothing more than livestock.
I was pushed to the side, joining a few other girls. My stomach twisted with fear. What did this mean for us? What did they plan to do with us?
The other girls who weren’t virgins were id to the opposite side of the room, their heads hanging low in defeat. I caught the eye of one of them-a girl who couldn’t have been older than me. She gave me a sad look, as if she understood exactly what fate awaited all of us.
After the inspection, the woman with the whip looked at us, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “You’ll be treated well if you behave. But if you try anything stupid… you won’t live to regret it.”
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, wishing all this was a dream.
“Go in there and clean yourselves up,” she ordered, pointing at a door.
We shuffled into the bathroom, a small, cold space with stalls. No one spoke. I stepped into one of the stalls, turned on the water, and let it run over me. The coldness stung, but I barely felt it. My mind was racing, still trying to understand everything.
When I finished washing, I stepped out, still shivering. The women were waiting for us, holding out thin, see-through dresses. I felt sick as I took the dress and put it on. The fabric was so light, it did nothing to cover me. I felt more exposed than ever.
“Hurry up,” one of the women snapped, her whip tapping against her leg like she couldn’t wait to use it again. The other girls dressed quickly too, exchanging scared looks, but no one dared to speak.
The woman with the cold eyes looked at us, smiling in a way that made my skin crawl. “Good,” she said. “Now you look presentable. Come with me.”
As they led us out, my heart pounded. I didn’t know where they were taking us, but I knew they were taking us to our nightmares. We were led through a hallway, and when we got to a door, one of the ladies pushed it open and ordered us in.
The room inside was even colder, with rows of chairs lined up against the walls. We were told to sit down. No one spoke. The fear in the air was thick and choking. I sat down, my heart pounding as I looked at the other girls. Some of them stared at the floor, too scared to lift their heads. Others had tears running silently down their cheeks.
I swallowed hard, and again my thoughts drifted to the triplets. Will this be the end of our story? Will I never set my eyes on them again?
Tears blurred my eyes. When I said I wanted to disappear from their lives, I didn’t mean it this way. Not to be sold as a slave to Goddess knows who.
It wasn’t long before the women started calling girls one by one, leading them out of the room. The door would open and close, open again and close. Each time the door opened, it sent a wave of panic through me. I didn’t know where they were being taken or what was happening behind those doors, but I could tell from their expressions as they left that it wasn’t good.
I sat there, trying to keep myself calm, but it was impossible. Every second felt like an eternity. My mind raced, thinking of my mother, the triplets. I tried to reach them through the mind link, but the choker wrapped around my neck was stopping me. I sighed and kept wishing that somehow, I would wake up from this nightmare, but deep down, I knew it was all real.
Then, it was my turn.
One of the women called me, her voice sharp and commanding. My legs felt weak as I stood up, and I had to force myself to walk. The eyes of the other girls followed me, their fear reflecting my own.
As the door creaked open, I was shoved into a room filled with people. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced at the people before me. Rows of well-dressed men and women sat in plush chairs, their eyes cold and calculating as they reviewed me like I was some sort of prize on display. The lighting was dim, but it didn’t hide the greed and hunger in their gazes.
I stood there, trembling, trying to cover myself with the thin, transparent dress they had forced me to wear. The room was eerily silent, except for the occasional whisper between the bidders and the soft hum of voices speaking bids. My heart pounded, fear surging through me as I realized what was happening. This was the auction.
A man stood at the front, overseeing the event like it was just another business transaction. He glanced at me briefly before turning to the audience.” Next up,” he said with a smirk, “a rare find, A virgin, strong, and in good health. Let’s start the bidding.”
Olivia’s POV
My legs were weak, my body aching under the weight of fear, exhaustion, and the cruel choker that silenced my wolf. I could barely breathe. The room around me was filled with murmurs and whispers of men eager to own me, eager to take me as their prize. I hated it. I hated how helpless I felt, how powerless I was to stop any of it.
The announcer’s voice boomed through the hall, thick with excitement. “Next up is a rare gem, a virgin… who will take this precious gem back home? And bidding starts now!”
My heart stopped for a moment, then raced uncontrollably. This was it. This moment would decide the rest of my life. I felt sick. My gaze flickered over the crowd, trying to find something, someone, that could give me hope. For a fleeting second, I imagineu the triplets appearing like knights in shining armor. But all I saw were hungry eyes, greedy smiles, and
C faces filled with lust.
The bidding began, and the air in the room seemed to thicken. Prices were thrown out carelessly, men shouting over one another to claim me. Each new bid sent a wave of fear crashing through me. How could they bid on a person like this? Like I was something to be bought and sold?
“300,000!” one man yelled from the back of the room, and my stomach twisted.
“400,000!” another voice rang out, closer this time.
I felt my chest tightening as I heard the numbers climb higher and higher. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to block it all out, but it didn’t help. My fate was slipping further and further from my grasp.
Ten men had already called their prices, and I could hardly breathe. I forced myself to look up, scanning the room again, searching for something-anything- that could give me strength. That’s when I saw him.
Piercing hazel eyes.
My breath caught in my throat as I locked eyes with a man sitting quietly in the corner of the room. His presence was overwhelming, even from a distance.
He didn’t look like the others-he wasn’t yelling or throwing out bids. He just sat there, his gaze never leaving me. It was unsettling but also strangely familiar, like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn’t place it.
What shocked me the most was that he wasn’t bidding. His eyes were intense, like they were stripping away every layer of me, but they weren’t filled with the same lust as the others. His desire was different-more dangerous, more powerful-and yet, I couldn’t understand it.
Who was he?
As I stood there, helpless, a shiver ran down my spine. The man’s eyes never wavered, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in them-something raw, something possessive.
His stare felt like a burden pressing down on me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. And yet, I couldn’t look away.
Just then, someone approached him, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Even with the person whispering to him, his gaze didn’t leave me.
My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I thought he might be able to hear it from where he sat. But Why wasn’t he bidding like the others? I was surprisingly wanting him to bid.
I swallowed hard, trying to pull myself together. This wasn’t the time to get distracted. The bidding continued, the prices rising higher and higher.
“700,000!” a man shouted from the front, grinning as if he’d already won.
My breath hitched as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, “Going once… going twice…”
This was it. I was about to be sold. A wave of nausea rose in my throat as the hammer lifted, ready to seal my fate. I closed my eyes, bracing for the sound that would change my life forever.
But then, just as the auctioneer was about to slam the hammer down, a voice cut through the silence. A voice that made the room freeze.
“One million!”
My eyes snapped open in shock. The entire hall went silent, every head turning toward the source of the voice. I did, too, and suddenly, my breath hitched in my chest when I realized who the voice’s owner was.
It was him-the man with the piercing hazel eyes. He’d been so still, so quiet, and now… now he’d bid the highest. Higher than anyone could have imagined.
I stared at him, my heart racing, my head spinning. One million? That was more than I could ever imagine. Who was this man? Why had he waited so long and bid this much?
He hadn’t looked like he cared, hadn’t moved a muscle during the entire auction, and now he was willing to pay more than anyone else in the room combined.
The other men in the hall exchanged glances, some grumbling under their breath, others simply stunned. No one dared to outbid him. They couldn’t. It was over.
The auctioneer, clearly taken aback, stammered for a moment before finding his voice again. “One… one million… going once… going twice… sold!”
The sound of the hammer hitting the podium echoed through the room, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. I’d been bought. I fucking belonged to him now.
The choker around my neck suddenly felt even tighter than before. My body felt weak, like I might collapse at any moment. I tried to steady myself, but my legs were shaking.
The man stood from his seat, and as he made his way toward the stage, the crowd parted for him like they were afraid to get too close.
He moved with a calm, controlled grace, his eyes still locked on me. Every step he took sent another wave of anxiety crashing through me.
When he finally reached me, I felt my breath catch in my throat again. Up close, he was even more intimidating, more tempting, more breathtaking.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that seemed to fill the entire room. His dark hair framed his face, but it was those Hazel eyes that held me captive.
He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, neither of us said anything. The silence suffocated me, thick and heavy, until finally, he spoke.
“You are now mine!”
Olivia’s POV
They shoved me into the back seat of a car, separate from the one my mysterious buyer was in. As the car sped off, I couldn’t help but panic, filled with fear and questions. Who was this mysterious buyer? Why would he spend so much money on me? But what frightened me even more was what he intended to do with me. Was he buying me to be his sex slave? No! I shook my head. No man in his right mind would pay a million dollars just for that. Deep down, I felt he had another purpose for me, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
The car drove for what felt like hours. I had no idea where we were headed-the windows were tinted too dark to see anything clearly. All I could do was sit there, tired and helpless, my heart thudding painfull in my chest.
I frowned as a thought came to my mind. Were we still in London?
I glanced around as best as I could, trying to read any signs, any clues. The car slowed, pulling through tall iron gates, and I caught a glimpse of a massive building up ahead.
A mansion.
Huge, old, and surrounded by high stone walls and thick trees. The kind of place that looked like it belonged to royalty.
The vehicle rolled to a stop, and the door flung open.
Two guards reached in to pull me out, rough hands grabbing my arms-but a deep voice cut through the air.
“Don’t touch her.”
It was him.
The man who bought me.
Instantly, the guards released me and stepped back.
My breath hitched.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.