All Chapters of Auctioned To The Wolf King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

APRIL “Let me go,” I demanded, my voice barely steady as I thrashed against Alpha Emmett’s unyielding grip. His fingers dug into my arms, like steel clamps pinning me in place, leaving no room for escape. I swallowed my rising panic. Screaming wasn’t an option. If anyone from the pack saw us like this, the rumors would spread like wildfire, and the consequences would be unbearable. “Go ahead, scream,” Emmett taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “It won’t matter. Right now, you’re mine.” The cold, possessive tone in his words sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned in, his face so close I could feel the heat of his breath, his lips angling toward mine. My stomach churned as I twisted against him, but his strength overpowered me completely. I had no wolf to call on, no chance of matching his brute force. Still, I refused to give in. As his mouth pressed against mine, I did the only thing I could. I bit down hard on his lower lip. The sharp taste of blood filled my m

“What?” Duncan’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp, his piercing gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver through me. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to hold steady. I could see the frustration and confusion etched into his expression, but I didn’t care. I was done. Exhausted mentally and emotionally, I couldn’t let my father control me anymore. Rejecting Duncan now was the only way to reclaim a sliver of freedom. Yet his words from before still echoed in my mind, and a tremor of fear crept over me. I knew he would never forgive me for this. “You heard me,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm raging inside. “I won’t marry you. Find someone else or better yet, go back to your lovely Melissa. You two clearly have a long history, and it’s obvious you still have feelings for her.” I tore my gaze away, unable to meet his eyes as he stepped closer, trapping me against the wall. I tried to summon defiance, but my heart raced. His eyes were unyield

APRIL He was gone. I should have known better than to expect anything from Duncan, but the sting of disappointment settled in my chest all the same. It was our wedding, after all, and yet I hadn’t seen him in five days. My father hadn’t called either, deepening the ache of uncertainty. Should I feel relieved he wasn’t around, or resentful? It was just a contract marriage, but a part of me wished Duncan would at least try to treat me like his wife, his mate. “Where is Duncan? Has he come back yet?” I asked the nanny, my voice echoing through the empty house. “Wolf King Duncan—” The door swung open before she could finish. Duncan walked in, his hair disheveled and his face shadowed with exhaustion, or maybe something darker. I stood up, my heart stumbling at the sight of him, ready to demand answers. But he didn’t even glance my way, his focus fixed on the stairs as he strode past me without a word. I shot a look at the nanny, who was watching too closely, her sharp eyes following

Duncan Vampires. It always came back to vampires. And this time, it had to be April’s father. Only he could be so vile, so heartless as to capture rogue wolves and send them to vampy. I’d known he was a greedy man, ruthless in his pursuits, but this... this was a depth of depravity even I hadn’t expected. “Make sure the boy survives,” I said to Damon, my tone hard as steel. “Once he’s stable, move him to the safe house. And Damon, be careful. Don’t let Emmett follow you.” I grabbed my suit jacket from the chair, my mind swirling with anger and plans for retribution. But as I opened the door to leave, I froze. April was walking toward me, her delicate frame framed by the dim light of the hallway. Her expression was soft, her concern evident, but right now, her presence was the last thing I needed. “My love, what’s wrong? Where are you going?” she asked, her voice gentle, almost soothing. I stepped forward, trying to sidestep her, but she reached out, her hand grazing mine.

DUNCAN "You didn’t have to match outfits with me," I said, my tone flat as I steered the car toward Melissa’s parents’ house. Melissa leaned back, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I just felt like it. What’s the big deal? Can’t I wear what I like anymore without you making it an issue? Or..." She turned her head slightly, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Are you worried about your wife?" Her words hung in the air, but I refused to rise to the bait. Melissa was calculating—always had been. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. When we arrived, I strode up to the door and rang the bell, Melissa trailing closely behind. It opened to reveal Enforcer Michael, a man who exuded strength even in his middle years. His piercing gaze softened when he saw Melissa, his daughter, and then settled on me with a prideful warmth. Michael had fought beside my father in countless battles, earning my respect long before I became Wolf King. If anyone