03|The Auction.

Davina’s POV

Five years later.

“We have item sixteen, a twenty-year-old she-wolf who has been trained to fulfill a man’s every desire. Perfectly obedient, Perfectly broken, what more could a man want.” There were sounds of chuckles as Valen paused before continuing. “This item is only on lease for 15 days though and she must be returned in the perfect state so let's start the bidding at twenty silver!”.

“Thirty sliver!” Someone yelled.

“Sixty sliver” Another countered.

I had my head down as I listened behind the curtain with the other people that had been arranged in a line to be sold like commodities. We were commodities if you think about it, the moment you entered the Veil Auction house, your life and death did not matter and you would be only seen as an object whether you liked it or not.

“Eighty slivers!” Valen’s voice cut through the crowd. “Eighty silver, going once… going twice…” There was total silence as he paused for a breath before bringing his gavel down. “Sold!”

Sounds of claps filled the once silent environment as the girl is dragged to her new owner. “Move it slut” I heard as yet another person in front was brought to the stage, she pleaded and struggled not wanting to go but she was dragged either way.

The line moved and I walked forward, the sounds of the silver chains on my hands and feet jingled with each movement. I did not raise my head and just listened quietly to every word that was said behind that curtain.

An omega.

A virgin.

A strong fighter.

A sex slave.

Valen listed all the attributes and the line kept moving until the voice that was now begging belonged to the person in front of me.

“Who is next?” Someone asked, scribbling in a notebook.

“It's the blind mutt” I could hear a round of laughter at the joke.

Even without sight, I felt every stare; their sharp, heavy and unrelenting gazes on me. But I didn't say anything, knowing I didn't have the right to speak.

Five years ago, I should have died. Somehow, I didn’t. I had woken up to nothing but an endless void of white. My sight was gone, I couldn’t see anything but blinding white, I had learned that my eyes and hair had turned stark white, rendering me helpless and alone.

News about the annihilation of the pack had spread and no one had survived but I believed that he was able to escape that day so for four years, I had searched for Sebastian. I searched everywhere I could but I couldn't find him.

A few months ago, just when I had gone into another pack to search for him, I was abducted by rogues and sold to the auction house and everyone knew me around here, the blind mutt that had always escaped her masters but ended up caught at the end and brought back.

“Her again, for fucks sake, how many times has she been sent back” The man asked and the scribbling of the pen against the paper came to a halt. I knew who the owner of the voice belonged to.

“Do you know how much of a headache you are?” Michael, Valen personal assistant hissed with distaste, scowling at me. He stalked towards me but I didn't move. “I'm talking to you mutt” His hand shot out when I didn't answer and he was about to hit me but I understood from years of experience not to flinch.

“Michael!” A voice called out and I froze in fear. “No touching the commodities” I raised my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes stayed on the silhouette of the only and very man that scares me.

“We don't want the commodities to be damaged, do we now?” Valen asked and I could hear as Micheal moved away from me.

“Yes sir” He answered obediently.

My hands in front of me trembled when I heard his footsteps drawing near me. I could still remember the punishment I received when I was brought back last week. The strokes of the whip against my back– the scars were still fresh even though they've healed.

“And don't worry, Davina has learned her lesson” Valen brought his hand to my chin, holding it high so he could stare into my eyes. “And she will be a good girl, right?”.

I didn't answer and his hold on my chin tightened, almost leaving a bruise. “Y-yes sir” my voice came out as a whisper and he smiled, finally releasing me before stroking my head.

“Good girl.” He praised and I quickly kept my head down, feeling my skin crawl from where his hand touched.

“Now now, we have an important guest today, the Lycan king is here so let's not create any drama, hm?” There were sounds of surprised gasps and then agreements from his men before he turned to me.

Lycan king? The younger son who succeeded the throne after the previous Lycan king’s death.

“And you Davina, I just have a feeling that you're going to fetch me a lot of money today” He said, leaning close to me. I could feel his breath on my face and I felt a shiver run down my spine. What did he mean?

“Bring her to the stage.”

I didn't resist as I was dragged onto the stage, immediately I was placed in the middle, the room fell silent then filled with the sound of shocked intakes of breath as the stage light shone down on me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next item is a true prize among our ranks,” Valen declared, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “I present to you a pure breeder” Everyone’s eyes were on me as they sized me up. At times like this, I was happy I couldn't see.

I looked at the floor and tried to stay calm.

“Item twenty five is rare, breeders like her have an extraordinary ability to pass on formidable traits, ensuring that any offspring will be powerful and resilient” He paused for effect, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. “Her bloodline is a rare treasure-one that can elevate any pack to greatness”.

A ripple moved through the crowd and everyone started to murmur. “Bidding starts at one hundred silver!” Valen announced, his voice rising above the excitement.

“Three hundred sliver!”

“Five hundred!”

My gaze remained on the floor and my heart pounded, but not because of the bidding. My breath is caught in my throat and the crystal tattoo that had appeared on my chest five years ago burned for the first time.

A strong scent hit my nose, it smelled like the fresh scent of pine and fresh grass, reminiscent of a sunlit forest after a rainstorm.

The world had seemed to stop for me and an intoxicating pull so strong seemed to draw me to the owner of the scent.

I raised my head up and glanced at the direction from which it was coming from. I couldn't see but I could feel him watching.

My mate was watching me.