Second Chance Mate Regretted

I'm Margot Blake, and Jaxon Calloway? He's my sworn enemy, the kind that makes your blood boil and your heart ache all at once. Everyone in our circle knows it. We've been bound for eight years, and we've been at each other's throats for every single one of them.

Our binding night? He leaked my private photos, so I smashed a glass over his head. He'd parade she-wolves into our home night after night, and I'd shatter his prized trophies to dust. He humiliated me at a fancy business gala, so I doused him with a glass of coffee in front of everyone. It's been a war, plain and simple.

But it's all about to end.

I stared down at the late-stage liver cancer report in my hands, the healer's words still echoing: "Three weeks, tops." Weirdly, I didn't feel crushed. If anything, it felt like. freedom.

My phone buzzed like crazy, messages flooding in.

Margot! Check the group chat NOW!

Jaxon's lost it!!

He's auctioning off a night with you at some fancy event!

My fingers froze, my blood turning to ice. Jaxon, you ruthless bastard.

I grabbed my car keys and tore out the door, speeding to the auction venue.

The place was all glitz and glamour, lights sparkling like a wolf's eyes in the dark. There was Jaxon, looking every bit the smug alpha. Next to him sat a she-wolf in a pink dress.

My heart stopped when I saw her face. Aubrey Cross. The she-wolf Jaxon picked because she's the spitting image of my sister, Lauren Blake.

On the big screen, my private photos were playing like some sick slideshow. Below, wolves were shouting bids, their voices hungry.

"Three million!"

"Five million!"

"eight million!"

A bald wolf leapt to his feet, his jowls quivering. "Fifty million! For one night with Margot!"

The room erupted. I stood there, rooted, my blood frozen solid.

I looked at Jaxon, but he didn't spare me a glance. Just nodded lazily. "Sold."

The bald wolf waddled over, his greasy eyes raking me up and down.

"Jaxon, I can really take her?"

"Of course," Jaxon said, his lips curling, his eyes cold as frost. "Money's in, she's yours."

His words stabbed me like a knife, straight through the heart.

The bald wolf reached for me, probably picturing some sleazy hotel room. I snatched a glass from the table and smashed it over his head with a satisfying crack. Glass flew everywhere, blood trickling down his face.

"Touch me, and you're dead," I snarled, my voice shaking despite myself. "Whoever bid, I'll double your money back. Now get the hell out."

The room went dead silent.

Jaxon chuckled, slow-clapping like I was some kind of performance. "Margot, still fierce as ever."

He sauntered over, leaning in close, his breath warm against my ear. "But I can auction you once, I can do it again. Twice. Three times. How much cash you got to keep buying yourself back, Margot?"

I looked up at him,