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The Rogue King's Cursed Mate

Chapter 2 Auction

Word Count: 1199    |    Released on: 13/01/2026

rd the shock

om, I found myself. Wrapped wi

ew were three young girls, from the opposi

o died years ago in Hallow W

k. The pack I was thrown out of. Th

left me h

silver was wearing but not without leaving my

lain beside my lips. "If I were a witch, I would make sure I leav

you're just brought in. We have been here fo

teps, the handler pushed me forward but I didn't forget to stick out

ve been co

e sold. Not today, not tomorrow, or e

n wh

t maybe you hold

I heard from the handler for the

ars designed in the form of a kennel stood. Not too huge but larg

breath fanning the hairs on my skin, "If you look closely, you will see them. The wolves. The

head riled back, eyes shut from

chuckled dryly. They

ith tremor. "And what

isfying the unending urges of the powerful men

rve

t-bellied wolves looking at you from beneath.

. We were told we're weak with wolves that could only purr. They said it can't hunt because it c

ty, the most sought after, not out of

as they lay on me, sweeping over my form like a predator wo

to hold my head up high un

ome way. I hated how my bo

was

a loud voice blared

ioneer, a bald, ugly man, stepped closer to where I was. "Age 19

ng girl dressed in a short purple gown walked forward, hip

, cold air hitting my skin. My hand flew to cover my bre@st, but

ud hushes amo

bosom." The elites didn

t three hundred gold!

ng woman shouted immediate

ousand

corners of my eyes,

e weird things," a pot-bellied m

pack, my friends

mourning her death but here I am,

pine echoed within the hall, and it felt like there was

ioneer's mout

ed to myself and my eyes trai

s golden hair shone brightly, and his black coat, which

e boring deeper than before, m

ing to the moon goddess that someone els

ne c

sand gold?" The auct

chan

ats loudly

out to fall... Th

le

den gravel hit

e, a playful smile visi

nity whore, Alpha Rheagor," Doom whispe

e can touch me but I w

ed this informati

doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless an

ed through m

ega with such vibrant, unique features, my chance of ever having the feel of your k

able to kill t

ies and now... My fat

n from the 'holding' and the auction hall. There, seated and dres

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