Louisa's POV
After getting dressed with the help of maids in the temporary tent set next to the lake, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a turquoise-green silk wrap maxi dress with a deep V-neck. After the transformation, I became a bit plumper than I used to be, and this dress certainly enhanced the shape of my bosom, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Who on earth came up with the idea of making a dress like this? I wondered. Whenever I tried to lift my arms, I felt my boobs would bounce out of the wraps. And why were there two long slits on the side of my legs? This design was definitely made to restrain women because if they dared to walk fast in this dress, the slits would open wide up and everyone would see their groins. Why doesn't Lucas just find a rope or something and tie me up like a dumpling? I thought to myself. It would be way more comfortable than this. Just when I was pushing the cups up underneathLouisa's POV That was the first auction I had ever attended in my life. I felt extremely nervous when I walked into Ragnar's Hall. It was the most famous place for royalties from the North to go on a spending spree. Every auction held in this place is strict by invitation only. That's why only the richest of the rich were allowed to step into the famous gold Falcon's Gate of Ragnar's Hall. The giant gate, made of iron and gold, had been shielding poverty and misfortune outside for centuries while harbouring tremendous wealth and fortune inside. It provided the old and new money with a great venue to proliferate and socialize. My stepmother Rosalie used to brag about this place to everyone whenever my father took her to this place. She said everything in Ragnar's Hall was made of gold and diamonds. Even the doormat was woven with thousands of gold threads. At that time, I thought she was just talking nonsense. But today, when I stepped on the gold
Louisa's POV It wasn't Lucas. It was Lucian standing behind me. Noticing that I looked a bit disappointed, he offered me his arm. I lowered and shook my head. "It's OK. I can walk by myself..." I didn't finish my sentence when Lucian took up my arm and wrapped it around his. Then, he walked with me to the side entrance. "You don't have to do this." I struggled to hold my tears back and said. "No, I don't. But I chose to do it," Lucian said without looking at me, taking Will from my arms. "Why are you so kind to me?" I frowned and asked, "Why don't you just kick me away just like everyone else?" "When I was little, I was sent by my father to the White Walkers Pack as a pawn. I didn't know why he chose me, because he had seventeen sons and I was the fourth. He would usually ignore me, just like everyone else in our pack. So before I was sent away, I decided to make a scene. I walked into his tent for the fir
Louisa's POV Lucian looked at me with confusion and replied, "It's Cocotini. Coconut juice and Martini." "Does Martini mean... Alcohol?" I covered my mouth and asked. He frowned and said, "Yeah. It's five o'clock already and you're already 22." No way! I put the glass back on the table and tried to rush out. Lucian stopped me by grabbing my arm. "What happened?" he asked. "I... I've got to go to the lavatory! I need to get alcohol out of my system..." I panicked. "Why?" Lucian looked muddled. "I... I can't drink alcohol! I don't handle drinking well... I can't control myself when I'm drunk..." I realized that my speech started to get stuttered. "Don't be delusional. You've just taken a small sip." He looked at me and said. "No, Lucian... You don't know... I can't... I don't..." I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't drink any kind of alcohol at all. But then, the rush of adrenaline kicked in and I
Louisa's POV The lobby suddenly turned quiet. Everyone was staring at Lucas, who was visibly dying inside like a poisoned rat trapped in a hole. He tightened his fists and walked towards me, with a draft of anger and deep humiliation trailing him like a cheap perfume. The dark and unfortunate aura coming from him was overwhelming, so I picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at him. "Stop right there and don't come any closer or I'll..." I exclaimed. He dodged the flying bottle. It fell to the ground next to his feet and was smashed into pieces. He looked up at me and kept walking towards me, "What the fuck will you do?" I saw a giant crystal water barrel on the side of the table, so I ran towards it, trying to push it off the table at him. But I guessed my heels must have tripped over something on the table, so I lost my balance and fell off the table to the ground. The whole table flipped and everything on top of it w
Louisa's POV Lucas stared at me as he was about to penetrate my soul with his eyes. "I'm not going to apologize for things I haven't done," he said. "Fuck, I don't even apologize for shits that I have done." "You ignored me," I said and bit my lips. Lucas approached me, pulled me up from the bathtub, and tossed me into a bathrobe. Then, he sat on the sofa and put me on his lap while wiping my hair. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He glared into my eyes and asked. "You ignored me... At the door." I lowered my head and murmured. "You can't walk with me into the main entrance. That door's only for Alphas and their Lunas." He said with a serious look on his face. "I'm not your Luna," I whispered. "No, you aren't," he said. "So who am I to you?" I looked up at him and asked. I didn't expect his reply. If there was any, I knew what it would be like - "You're my fucktoy." "You're my property.
Louisa's POV As Lucas carried me into the Grand Auction Hall, everyone was looking at us. My enhanced hearing helped me to catch their gossip even in the lowest voice. "What's Alpha Lucas doing with that service maid?" "Why is she still alive after making such a notorious scene in front of everyone?" "This is preposterous! He's holding her! Unbelievable." "Just when I thought I'd seen everything." "Has anyone seen this girl before? Anyone knows anything about her?" "I heard that she's Alpha Jacob's daughter, traded to Alpha Lucas as a maid." "Alpha Jacob from the Crimson Pack?" "Yeah, who else." "Well, if you ask me, I'd say that girl must be good in bed." "No one is asking you anything, Cyrus." “What? The one thing I can tell is that Alpha Lucas' into freaky things in bed." "If I may ask, how on earth did you learn what happened in his bed, Alpha Cyrus?" "You've all seen
Louisa's POV "What do you mean?" I felt half tipsy, half confused. "I need you to go sit next to him like a fucking little doll and talk to him. Do whatever you can to make him occupied, so he doesn't bid for anything during the auction." Lucas organized my hair for a little bit and said. "But... Why?" I stared at him in bewilderment. Lucas seemed to be pissed. "There's no fucking why," he grunted. "I'm asking you to distract him during the fucking auction and you do whatever I fucking tell you to do." I tiptoed so I could move my head closer to him. "Are you fucking sniffing me again, you little pervert?" He frowned. "You smell fishy." I narrowed my eyes and said, "You must be scheming on something. I won't help you if you don't tell me why you want me to distract him during the auction." Lucas looked outrageous. "Helping me?" He raised his voice, but immediately lowered it down. "I'm not asking you to do me a
Louisa's POV The Red Box is used to refer to a secluded lounge on the second floor of the auction hall. It's like the box in a theatre, overlooking the whole auction hall. I stood at the edge of the box, holding the handles and leaning forward. I felt that I was like a little bird, flying across the entire venue. Alpha Lucas approached me from behind, holding a glass of bubbling champagne in his hand. He looked like a star walking right off the stage. But no performer had his dignified bearing, which didn't seem like something that people were born with. It must have taken years of a stress-free life to make someone behave in a certain sophisticated and confident way. "What are you looking at?" He looked down at me and stroked his face. "Was there something on my face?" "No. It's just... You look like a king..." I mumbled. He looked at me in surprise, paused for a brief moment, and said, "How do you know? Have you met L