Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 

Chapter 138 

SAGE 

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright, glaring lights above. Kieran had finally removed my blindfold, and I could see where I was. The air was cold and smelled metallic, carrying a hint of fear, probably left by others who had been here before 

1. me. 

The ride here had felt never–ending. Every bump on the road had shaken me, reminding me of the harsh reality I was back in. I’d tried to keep track of the route–counting turns, listening for sounds outside–but after a while, it all blurred together. 

My thoughts kept drifting to my children. Harper and Cooper’s laughter echoed in my mind, now a bittersweet memory. Were they safe? Did Robert and Gertrude understand my letter? Would they protect my twins, even if I never made it back? 

I clenched my fists, refusing to give in to despair. No, I will see them again. No matter what I had to go through, I’d find my way back to them. But first, I had to survive this nightmare. 

I glanced at Kieran, who stood nearby watching me with a blank expression. He had dragged me back into this mess, but I hadn’t forgotten why. We had a deal–a blood pact that bound us. I’d agreed to be sold in this auction in exchange for his help. Once it was over, our pact would be over too. He would have no hold over me anymore. 

That hope was the only thing keeping me steady. 

I had to think ahead. I was already planning my escape. I just needed to wait for the right moment. 

“Welcome to the beginning of the end,” Kieran said flatly, breaking my thoughts. He sounded bored, as if this was just business to him. 

I glared at him but didn’t speak. I didn’t care about his reasons. 

“Don’t make a scene,” he warned as two large guards entered the room. “The buyers prefer their goods quiet and cooperative.” 

Goods. That’s what I was to these people–something to buy and sell. 

I stood taller, lifting my chin despite the shackles on my wrists. Let them think I was broken. It would only make it easier for me to outsmart them. 

The guards grabbed my arms roughly and started dragging me toward another room. I didn’t fight back–yet. 

Each step brought me closer to freedom, to my children. 

No matter what, I wasn’t staying here. And I wasn’t letting anyone take away the life I had fought to build–not without a fight. 

They brought me into another room, the heavy door creaking as it shut behind us. The walls were bare, cold, and uninviting, but my attention was drawn to the lavish display on the bed. A long red sparkling gown shimmered under the dim light, its sequins catching every flicker. 

I swallowed hard, memories clawing at the edges of my mind. It was just like the first time–when they had dressed me up, polished and painted, to parade me like some rare treasure. The thought made my stomach churn, but I steeled myself. This time was different. This time, I had to endure, get through the auction, and survive long enough to make my next 

move. 

One of the attendants, a woman with sharp eyes and even sharper nails, gestured toward the gown. “Put it on. The auction 

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I didn’t argue. Resistance now would only make things worse. My time to fight would come later. I slipped into the gown, the fabric cool against my skin. They forced me into heels that pinched my feet and dabbed makeup onto my face with cold efficiency. The woman stepped back, satisfied with her work. 

“Perfect,” she said flatly. “Don’t mess it up.” 

The guards flanked me once more, leading me through a series of narrow hallways until we reached a set of grand double doors. The muffled hum of voices leaked through the thick wood, growing louder as the doors swung open. 

The auction hall was a stark contrast to the cold room I’d just left. Opulence dripped from every corner–velvet drapes, golden chandeliers, and rows of plush seats filled with powerful men and women dressed in their finest. 

My heart pounded as I was led to the center of the stage, bright lights blinding me once again. I stood tall, refusing to show fear even as a spotlight pinned me in place. The auctioneer, a man with a slick smile and a voice like silk, began his pitch. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer’s voice rang through the grand hall, smooth and confident. “Tonight, we present a true rarity–something many have searched for but never dreamed they could claim. Beauty, strength, and a spirit that cannot be matched.” 

The crowd murmured with interest, their curiosity sparked by his polished words. My stomach twisted at how easily he spoke of me like I was some prize to be won. But I kept my face calm, refusing to show any sign of weakness. 

“As you all know,” he continued with a sly smile, “such remarkable qualities aren’t just desirable–they’re priceless.” He paused dramatically, letting the weight of his words sink in. “What we have here is an alpha breeder with a lineage as pure as it is rare. A true treasure.” 

Anger burned through me, but I forced myself to stay composed. I bit the inside of my check, using the sting to steady myself. Any reaction would only feed their sense of power over me. I couldn’t let that happen. Not here. Not now. 

Bright spotlights blazed down on me, making the room feel like a furnace. Dozens of eyes scanned me like I was merchandise on display, their greedy gazes trying to pick me apart, assessing my worth. 

Yet amidst all the unfamiliar faces, I felt something that made my breath catch–a different kind of stare. It wasn’t filled with greed or hunger but something deeper, more intense. 

My heart raced as I scanned the crowd, trying to find the source. The lights blinded me, and the corners of the room were shrouded in shadows where the wealthiest and most dangerous bidders sat, hidden from view. 

Was it just my imagination? Or had someone from my past found me here, just when I thought all hope was gone? 

The auctioneer’s voice pulled me back to the present. 

“Shall we start the bidding at one billion dollars?” He announced with flair. 

A ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd before a hand shot up–a bidder hidden by shadows.