Sold by My Alpha Claimed by Another

"A rare beauty, untouched by any Alpha, fit to be a Luna. Shall we begin the bidding?"

My breath caught as my fiancé, Alpha Kade Rowan, gave me away like a prize for the highest bidder—not to an enemy or rogue pack, but to a room full of wealthy Alphas.

"One hundred thousand."

"Two hundred thousand," came the response.

I turned to Kade, hoping he'd stop this, but he only leaned back, swirling his drink, amused.

I had devoted years to him, yet now, I was nothing but entertainment.

"Half a million," someone called.

The room went still.

Then, Alpha Lucian Blackwood appeared. His name alone sent a ripple through the crowd—he wasn’t just any Alpha. His presence was so overwhelming that even the strongest men hesitated before him.

"I’m not going anywhere with you." My voice was steady, though my heart raced.

"I always get what I want," Lucian said, his gaze intense, locking onto me from the shadows.

"One way or another."

....

My fiancé had given me away like a sheep to slaughter.

Not to an enemy. Not to a rogue pack. But to a room full of the wealthiest Alphas, where they would bid on me like I was nothing more than a possession to be bought and claimed.

He had put me on auction.

And he was enjoying it.

The realization crushed me, made it impossible to breathe as I stood frozen under the glare of the crystal chandeliers. Around me, powerful men lounged in velvet chairs, sipping expensive whiskey, their eyes hungry and assessing. The air was thick with the scent of dominance, wealth, and something darker—something that told me that no matter how much I wanted to run, I wouldn’t make it out of here untouched.

A voice echoed over the microphone, smooth and practiced.

"And now, the highlight of our evening—the most exquisite offering of the night."

The crowd shifted, eager. My stomach twisted into knots.

A few minutes earlier…

The evening had started like any other social event in the elite werewolf world—grand, suffocating, and designed to flaunt power. The auction itself was a tradition among the most powerful packs, where rare and expensive things were sold to the highest bidder. Exotic artifacts. Historic weapons. Even private islands.

But never people.

Or so I had thought.

I had been standing beside my fiancé, Alpha Kade Rowan, sipping from a crystal flute of champagne, pretending to enjoy myself. The weight of his arm around my waist was familiar but empty, like an accessory he wore rather than an embrace.

Kade was beautiful in a ruthless way—tall, broad-shouldered, with striking golden eyes that had once made me believe he saw me as more than a prize. But now, as I caught the smug tilt of his lips, that belief shattered.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host’s voice boomed. "We have a surprise addition to our auction tonight—an exclusive, one-of-a-kind opportunity."

The moment the spotlight swung toward me, my blood turned to ice.

There was