Mate!

DARIUS POV

Darius could see that other notable men from afar had arrived to grace the occasion, just like him.

The annual sales of young and pure-blooded ladies for their maximum enjoyment.

With the entire floor adorned in red carpets and the walls glittering in real gold, all eyes and rubbernecks made way as they glanced at him while he gradually walked with the dominant aura preceding him.

Each soul bowed at his striking appearance, and no sooner had he entered the grand underground building; he was led by one of the waitstaff to his special VVIP chair.

Following the masked ushers, Darius passed an array of waiting chairs that had already been stuffed by the men who had come for the event. As he approached the frontal seats, his ideal spot to check out the best fish, Darius gently perched on the specific prepared one for him.

He brought out his phone and proceeded to engross himself in his device as the ushers hunched in a significant bow and left his presence.

Soon after the ushers had left, one returned with a tray of exotic wines in gold-plated glass cups for him.

The golden lights illuminating and shimmering the entire scene abruptly went out, as did the booming music, and Darius instantly knew that the trade was about to begin.

Darius was surprised that the managers and head of this place had still not come to greet him because he knew they did every time. They would have personally materialized to address him greatly, but today they had not arrived yet, and he liked this because he had refrained them from doing so the last time he came.

Apart from greeting him specially, they would direct him to a particular table and deliver their lengthy speech to acknowledge his prominent presence to the other guests, and he despised the parade.

He had given them a strict order that such behavior should never happen again, as he thought it was ridiculous and stupid.

Shaking his head from his thoughts, Darius blinked twice as the light came back on, but this time at the center podium, where the mager of this great hound usually stood.

The great Blacko Shawn, and appearing alongside him was an aged man holding a scroll.

"Good evening to all!" Everyone except Darius clapped in response to the elderly potbellied man's warm greeting into the microphone.

"Get on with this. I need to get out of here." Darius grumbled mentally, focusing solely on him even though he knew the man couldn't hear.

He had a lot to do, and he just didn't want to waste time here.

"...and soon, our attractive and ravishing ladies would parade out to bless your orifices..." Mr. Shawn went on, and heaven knew Darius was tired of this unchanging speech, but he controlled himself a little.

Normally, he could walk over to where the women were standing and pick whoever he wanted rather than sit here and listen to this blabbing, but today he just decided not to do anything but sit and let things unfold their way.

Applauses and acknowledging boos from the men resounded once more as the light became even more shimmery and blazed the entire podium simultaneously.

From the perspective of a novice, someone visiting for the first time might believe that this was a cinema display or something when it was nothing of the sort.

Finally, they appeared... The girls filed out of the entrance, which was visible at the far end of the podium, in a single-formed line...

They appeared to be dressed in short, ruddy, wine-colored crop tops that conformed to their red-blonde hair and short skimpy black skirts that corresponded to the dark shoes that graced their feet as well; Darius observed as he looked at them from head to toe.

They had huge alluring but fake smiles on their faces as they were led out by three able bouncers and fascinated, already looking for a pick; Darius's eyes began to scan them one by one when his gaze suddenly stopped.

Just there... the last of them stepped out in an awkward stance, not smiling and nervously twitching her fingers as she looked around the building, her body unsteady.

At the sight of her, Darius felt…

That couldn't be! He said to himself, quickly removing his gaze from her as he began to look back at the red blondes who were dashing and hurling seductive postures and lustrous glances towards the happily enthusiastic men, but she wasn't doing all of these things.

She stood alone, head bowed, facing the podium floors, intent on concealing her view from the piercing, ogling gazes of the men around her.

Darius couldn't help but notice that she, like the rest of them, was a little different.

Her red-blonde hair looked too light to be true, like something out of a magazine, and it wasn't hard to see that she had the nicest and most strikingly shaped buttocks he'd ever seen.

Something which the short skimpy skirt did justice to, as it brought her curves out.

Darius dragged his gaze away from her and turned to look at the men, and just as he had suspected, most of them had their sights set on her.

Darius could hear their murmurs and fingers pointing directly at her, and he knew that if she were sold out, many men would spend their entire dime to have her in their possession.

What was her name?

And why wasn't she looking up?

He wanted to see her expression.

This was also unusual for him... not to have made any move, but he couldn't figure out why his gaze was intently fixed on her.

A commotion erupted, and Darius watched as Mr. Shawn appeared from thin air, creepily shifting closer to her and whispering a few words into her right ear.

Darius could see the furious snarl on his face as he mumbled a few words into her ear before turning to face the cheering audience with a mischievous smile.

He wondered what the mager must have said to the young red-blonde lady because she unhurriedly lifted her head to the world, and her eyes instantly dilated, probably to the vast populace she saw, and then...

That scent!

Darius sniffed again, his heart pricking slightly as he noticed her, the hair on his skin growing and compressing his snout so vigorously...

The second he noticed it, his long-forgotten wolf, which he had assumed had died out since he lost his mate, stirred up again.

Since Eve's death, his wolf had vanished, appearing to be useless to him, but it had reappeared in his mind, and with an agitated violent growling, Darius jumped from his seat.

His grayish orbs latched on her as his lips parted slightly in appall, and he gazed more keenly at her.

Her hair was so different - the shiny red-blonde hair was a bit unique from the other girls' because she had a blend of white furs on the tip of her hair.

Darius examined her, and he couldn't deny that she was fucking gorgeous and unreal.

On her face were tiny pinkish lips that looked enticing to crash on... not to mention her curves, as he noticed she had the most extensively bodacious and voluminous figure he had ever laid eyes on.

He couldn't help but stare as she beckoned to him, her body layer delicately spotless and flawless, and she had a perfectly pointed nose with such a refined facial structure.

She was extraordinarily pulchritudinous and bewitchingly beautiful.

Immediately, his wolf roared in him, a venomous surge of emotions coursing through his inner being, and without thinking twice about how he was about to yell, he growled the words that cascaded from his lips... "MATE!"