The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Aurora

The atmosphere changed the instant my name touched the air.

“Now… what we’ve all been waiting for tonight. Ladies and gentlemen-Aurenya Wells. Step forward, please.”

The applause swelled, echoing through the hall like a wave rising against my skin.

I forced my legs to carry me forward, even though they felt unsteady, almost disconnected from me. The lights above were painfully bright, exposing every inch of me to the room. I could feel the attention, the weight of hundreds of eyes dragging across my skin, evaluating, measuring, comparing.

“And now… Aurenya Wells,” the man repeated proudly, as if announcing royalty rather than announcing a girl who had just

been dragged from captivity.

The air around me changed-sharper, more focused.

I could feel it.

“Why is she special?” he continued smoothly, pacing a little as he gestured toward me. “You’ve all noticed her eyes by now.

Quite impossible to miss.”

A wave of murmurs rolled through the audience. I felt it like a physical thing, brushing against me, curiosity edging into

greed.

“She is a half-witch, half-Lycan. Daughter of a Lycan King and an Elemental Witch.”

The room reacted immediately-leaning forward, whispering, lips curling upward in interest.

I tried to steady my breathing, but my chest felt tight, my ribs straining against each inhale.

“And there is one more thing,” the man added, his smile widening as if he enjoyed drawing out the tension. “She has two

mates.”

A stir ran through the audience, louder this time, surprise blending with fascination.

My heart dropped. Even expecting it didn’t soften the blow.

“The eyes you see now will remain until she chooses one mate and rejects the other. Only then will they stabilize.”

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He let that sink in.

The audience absorbed every word, their attention glued to me, not with sympathy but hunger.

“But,” he continued with a shrug, “given the situation, that won’t be happening anytime soon.”

He clapped his hands once, brisk and sharp.

“And because of what she is-and what she will become-we will begin the bidding at one hundred million dollars.”

The hall shifted in an instant.

People straightened.

Breaths tightened.

Interest sharpened into something predatory.

Not a single laugh.

Not a gasp this time.

Just focus.

Heavy.

Calculating.

I could feel their intentions before they even opened their mouths. The desire to own, to possess, to claim the future potential

locked inside me. My stomach twisted painfully, dread curling like a fist beneath my ribs.

But the dread hadn’t even settled before a chair scraped somewhere in the front row-slow- the sound slicing clean through

the silence.

A man stood.

Not gradually. Not hesitantly.

Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“I begin,” he said, his accent unmistakably Russian, the words thick and heavy in the air.

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My breath caught.

He was enormous-easily over six feet tall, shoulders broad beneath a tailored black coat, the fabric straining slightly across

his arms. His hair was cut short, dark as coal, and his jaw was shadowed with rough stubble that somehow made him look

even more severe. A scar cut across his eyebrow, pale against his tanned skin, like something had tried to break him once and

failed.

But his eyes-

Ice.

A pale, arctic blue so cold it made my stomach lurch.

“Hundred… twenty million,” he announced, as casually as someone naming a time of day.

A murmur rippled through the room, a low tide of voices reacting to him-not with surprise, but recognition.

They knew him.

The auctioneer’s face lit up like a lantern.

“Thank you, Alpha Sergei Morozov!”

Morozov.

Even without knowing his name, just hearing the title Alpha made my pulse trip.

He didn’t sit back down.

He didn’t take his eyes off me.

It felt like being pinned under a glacier.

“Do we have one-twenty?” the auctioneer asked cheerfully, scanning the room. “One-twenty going once-

“Hundred and fifty.”

Another voice. Deeper. Older. Somewhere on the left side of the hall.

They were already fighting over me.

I hadn’t even fully stepped into the spotlight, and my value had become a battleground.

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Sergei Morozov didn’t bother to see who challenged him. He merely tilted his chin, raised two fingers slightly.

“One-eighty.”

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