"Thea," Haelor's voice was etched with concern as he watched me. I didn't miss how his hands seemed to tighten by his side.
"That piece of shit," Haelor cursed. "I shouldn't have banished him into the Dark Forest in the first place. Torturing him would have been much better. Leave him imprisoned and give him more pain than he's ever felt in his life."
He must still think the pain I was feeling had something to do with the poison. I still hadn't told him about Olavir's cure just yet. So far so good, only Askhan was aware of this.
"Don't talk about him please." My grip on his hand tightened.
He got the message immediately and stopped talking about Magnus. I was grateful for that much, my focus going back to the pain that was hitting me square in the chest.
"Thea."
This time, it had come from Quentin. He had left the center of the stage and made his way to me. There was a look of concern written all over his face as he watched me.
"Are you okay?" His head snapped to Haelor. "What's wrong with her?"
I didn't notice it at first but slowly, I could feel the pain starting to dissipate. Maybe it was the scent of both men. I could feel myself feeling lighter, less like I'd been stabbed.
"I think I'm okay now." I put a hand on my chest, feeling the pain completely gone.
Quentin looked annoyed, a look of mild irritation passing behind his eyes. "Was this some kind of prank?"
"It wasn't—Well, so what if it's a prank?" I flashed my trademark smile.
I barely got a reply in before he plopped himself on the seat beside me. It was funny how childlike he was acting all because he thought this must have been some ploy I might have concocted.
I turned to Quentin briefly, and then back to Haelor. This would be a long auction. But with these two Alphas by my side and surrounded by their scent, I could feel the wounds deep in my heart being healed.
The night went on with more antiques being auctioned off after another host had taken Quentin's place
Different things like precious stones, paintings and even the infamous pearl necklace worn by the previous Queen Luna to a ball. Things were all the way in when a man began making his way to the stage.
He was dressed in a black suit with a maroon dress shirt underneath. He'd abandoned more than half the buttons, leaving his bare chest on full display.
The host was all smiles as he sized the man up. After a brief second, he turned back to face the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he gestured to the next item. "The following auction item was donated by none other than the Alpha of Maple Leaf Pack."
To his credit, Haelor didn't move a muscle. He simply watched me with curious eyes while a dust of rose hung on his cheeks.
I saw when the last of Bella's self-control snapped. She let go of Zack and let out a growl. The whole room gasped in shock as they watched her.
She wasn't the slightest bit fazed by this and fixed her focus on me.
"Baby?"
Zack fixed her a curious stare, wondering why she had growled like that. It must have been a bit embarrassing, having his mate act like that, and at an auction no less.
She cleared her throat and muttered a small apology. "I was just so moved by what you did for me, baby. Sorry I couldn't control it."
His eyes softened just a little. "It's alright my love."
The host let out a breath before fixing a practiced smile on his face. He gestured for the assistants to display the auction item in question.
"This particular item is an oil painting created about three hundred years ago. It was made by the Luna of a certain pack as a gift of love to her Alpha when he had gone on a vampire crusade. Ladies and gentlemen, you don't get to see a bigger act of love these days than this."

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