The Alpha King I Bought

At the underground auction house, tonight's grand finale was billed as a 'premium wolf pet'.

Inside the cage, a male wolf knelt with a bite-prevention muzzle locked around his neck.

He was clearly a prisoner, yet his eyes held no trace of submission when he lifted his head. Instead, he looked like he was judging every single person in the room.

His gaze cut through the crowd and locked onto me. My heart stuttered as excitement flooded my system. I finally knew what true attraction felt like.

A well-dressed man in the front row raised his paddle. "$100 million."

Gasps erupted across the venue. It was an astronomical opening bid.

I smiled and slowly raised my paddle too. My voice brought the hall to dead silence.

"$500 million."

"$500 million?"

The man who had just bid $100 million whipped around to glare at me. He was Lucas Werner, second-in-command of the Shadowfang kingdom.

The kingdom had planned for their Alpha King, Lucian Frost, to pretend to be captured. They wanted to infiltrate the auction house to investigate the theft of their kingdom's sacred relic.

They were about to recover the relic and wrap things up. Lucas only needed to pose as a wealthy businessman and bid their agreed ceiling of $100 million to buy Lucian back.

They probably wondered where the hell I came from with $500 million to throw around.

Lucas looked calm on the surface, but inside, he was losing his mind. He frantically reached out through the mind-link. "Alpha King! We have a problem! Some crazy woman just bid $500 million! We don't have enough money to out-bet her!

"Alpha King! What do we do? Should we take you by force, or will you use your Alpha authority to scare her off?

"Alpha King! Can you hear me?"

However, Lucian seemed to have disconnected. He was not responding at all.

The usually decisive and ruthless Alpha King of the Shadowfang kingdom was staring fixedly at the languid woman on the second floor: me.

He had caught my scent the moment I walked in. It was a fatal pull that made those with werewolf genes instantly set off.

The scent of a fated mate.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his pupils dilated and his blood ignited. Only one thought consumed his mind: he wanted me to take him home and lock him up, and he wanted to cover me in his scent.

He could not even remember who Lucas was right now. He did not want to be bothered while he was looking at his mate.

Lucas was in despair. His Alpha King had gone offline.

He looked at me, Vivian Sterling, the legendary heiress whose only personality trait was being filthy rich.

If his Alpha King fell into my hands as a plaything, it would be a disgrace to the entire kingdom.

"$500 million once!" the auctioneer shouted excitedly.

He could not wait any longer.

Lucas straightened his tie and walked up to my second-floor box. He