Sold as the Alpha King's breeder

Chapter 2 Bought by the Alpha

The crowd's murmurings grew louder as Victor dragged me towards the stage. My heart raced, a wild drumbeat in my chest. I tried to fight, to pull away, but his grip was iron, and I was helpless.

My eyes darted around, seeking any possible escape, but the guards posted at every exit quickly dashed my hopes. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the scent of desperation. My stomach churned as I realized that my nightmare was about to get much worse.

Victor shoved me onto the stage, and I stumbled, catching myself just before I fell. The spotlight blinded me for a moment, and the roar of the crowd hit me like a physical blow. Faces blurred together in the dim light, their leering gazes and jeering voices cutting through the haze.

"Look at what we have here!" the auctioneer's voice boomed. "A fresh young maiden, eighteen years old and untouched!"

I wanted to scream, to run, to hide, but I was frozen in place, my mind screaming in silent horror. At least I should be recognized as a person, not referred to as a thing.

Victor, swaying slightly with a drunken grin plastered on his face, stood beside the auctioneer. He waved his hands to silence the crowd, his movements unsteady and exaggerated.

"Let's start the bidding at ten thousand dollars," the auctioneer announced. "Who will give me ten?"

Several hands shot up, and my heart sank. They were bidding on me like I was livestock. Each bid felt like a slap to my face, stripping away the last shreds of my dignity.

The bids climbed higher and higher. Fifteen thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand. The numbers became a blur, and my vision swam with unshed tears. The auctioneer kept up his patter, urging the crowd on.

I glanced at Victor, only to see his eyes light up in excitement. He was clearly thrilled by the prices they were calling out, knowing it was more than enough to sort out his debts.

"Stop! Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice barely audible over the din. But no one listened. They were too caught up in the frenzy.

A wave of despair crashed over me as tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. In that moment, I felt utterly worthless, a discarded object with no purpose.

"Strip her! Let's see what we're paying for!" someone shouted from the crowd. My heart plummeted, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield my body from their prying eyes.

Two guards grabbed me, yanking my arms away from my body. My dress was torn from my shoulders, and the crowd roared with approval. Humiliation burned through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to end.

"Fifty thousand!" a voice called out, and the auctioneer's eyes gleamed.

"Sixty!" another countered.

The auction continued, the numbers climbing higher and higher.

Then, a sudden hush fell over the room. I dared to open my eyes, squinting through the tears and the bright lights.

"Five hundred thousand dollars," a voice rang out, clear and commanding.

Gasps echoed through the crowd, and all eyes turned to the speaker. My breath caught in my throat as I saw who it was.

Alpha Evon. Tall, fair-skinned, and formidable, he stood with an air of absolute authority. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on me. I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.

He was the Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, one of the most powerful packs in the country. As the wealthiest Alpha, he was both feared and revered by everyone.

No one dared to counter his bid. Five hundred thousand dollars was a fortune, far beyond what any ordinary maiden would fetch. The room fell silent, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

My heart sank as I realized he was the one who would buy me. Memories flooded back, memories of the last time I had encountered Alpha Evon.

It was a year ago, before my mother died. I had been working at the diner just for fun, unlike today. It was a Tuesday, the slowest night of the week.

Alpha Evon walked in, a cloud of expensive cologne and an air of sneering entitlement surrounding him. His designer shirt couldn't mask the way he held himself with commanding authority. His eyes flicked around the room like a predator sizing up its prey, sending a shiver down my spine. It was obvious he wasn't there for the food – the way his nose wrinkled at the greasy diner ambiance made that clear. He was there to assert his power.

He barked orders at Mildred, the owner, a kind-faced woman who practically ran the diner on her own. Mildred scurried around him, her smile strained, as he made a show of his displeasure with everything.

Then, his gaze landed on a young couple sitting across from me. They were new in town, all awkward smiles and hopeful dreams. Evon, with a wave of his hand, singled them out.

"You there," he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain, "lost, are we? This place isn't for the likes of you."

The color drained from the young woman's face. Her boyfriend's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Alpha Evon took their silence as encouragement.

"This town," he sneered, his voice going across the diner, "doesn't take kindly to outsiders. Unless, of course, you know your place."

The young couple fled, their dinner abandoned, tears threatening to spill. At that moment, a seed of hatred took root in my chest. Alpha Evon wasn't just arrogant, he was cruel. He reveled in the power to break people, to extinguish hope with a mere word. And right then, I knew I would never forget him and that I never wanted to see him again.

Now, here he was, buying me like I was a piece of property. My stomach churned with fear and hatred.

Alpha Evon began to walk towards the stage, and the crowd parted for him like the Red Sea. The other Alphas averted their eyes, dreading his gaze. He was known for his cruelty, his ruthlessness. No one dared to cross him.

Victor's face lit up with excitement as Evon approached. The mention of such a high price had him practically salivating. When Alpha Evon reached the stage, Victor fell to his knees and bowed before him.

"My lord. My Alpha," Victor groveled, his voice thick with greed. "I accept your offer."

Alpha Evon barely acknowledged him. His eyes were locked on me, and I felt like a rabbit caught in a wolf's gaze. He stepped up onto the stage, towering over me. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice like steel.

My legs trembled as I forced myself to stand, my body exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny. He reached out, and I flinched, expecting a blow. But instead, he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look into his eyes.

"You belong to me now," he said softly, but there was no kindness in his words. Only possession.

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled down my cheeks, and I hated myself for showing weakness in front of him. But there was nothing I could do.

Evon turned to his guards, motioning for them to come forward. Two of them stepped up, their faces expressionless. They grabbed me roughly, pulling me off the stage.

As they dragged me away, I cast one last glance at Victor. He was still kneeling, his face a mask of smug satisfaction. I wanted to hate him, to scream at him for what he had done. But all I felt was a hollow emptiness, a despair so deep it threatened to swallow me whole.

The crowd parted again as Evon and his guards led me towards the exit. Whispers followed us, but no one dared to speak aloud. The fear and respect for Evon were evident.

My mind raced, thoughts swirling in a storm of fear and confusion. What would become of me now? How would I survive under the rule of such a ruthless Alpha? And why did he pay such a high price?