Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 139 Chapter 139

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The sharp bang of the gavel echoed through the hall, sealing my fate. The room buzzed with whispers, but all I could hear was the wild thumping of my heart.

Kieran's men wasted no time. They grabbed my arms roughly and yanked me off the stage without a word. My shoes scraped against the polished floor as they dragged me toward a side door, away from the greedy eyes of the crowd. The hallway was dim and smelled sterile, with an unsettling trace of fear lingering in the air. Their grip was tight, making my shoulders ache, but I kept my head high. I wouldn't let them see any sign of weakness.

They shoved me into a small, bare room. There was nothing inside except a single chair bolted to the floor. The walls closed in around me, thick with tension meant to suffocate any sense of hope.

Kieran's voice broke the silence. "Wait here while they finalize the payment."

He didn't wait for a reply, turning sharply and locking the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed in my ears.

I exhaled slowly, the weight of the situation settling on my chest. It was over. My deal with Kieran was done.

. The blood pact that had bound us was finally broken.

But I wasn't free. Not yet.

Someone had just paid an outrageous sum for me, and I knew exactly what they would expect-obedience, loyalty, and complete control over my life.

But they weren't getting any of that.

I paced the room, my mind whirling with plans. I needed a way out-and fast. Harper's playful smile and Cooper's wide, curious eyes filled my thoughts. I promised myself I'd return to them, no matter what it took.

I clenched my fists, feeling the fire in my chest ignite. Whoever bought me was about to learn they hadn't just purchased a helpless woman.

As I paced the room, racking my brain for a way out, the sound of chaos pierced the heavy silence. Shouts echoed through the corridor, mingling with the crashing of furniture and the unmistakable thud of bodies colliding. My heart raced. I froze, straining to make sense of the noise.

The unmistakable growl of a werewolf cut through the commotion, low and guttural, vibrating through the walls. Fear prickled down my spine. I hadn't heard a sound like that in years-not since I'd left that part of my life behind.

My breathing quickened. The snarls grew louder, more feral, as though a pack had descended on the place. The auction was

under attack.

The door rattled as something-or someone-slammed against it from the outside. I stumbled back, my pulse thundering in my ears.

More roars filled the air, followed by panicked screams. The scent of blood and sweat seeped under the door, thick and metallic. Mon, Feb

I had to move. Now.

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Estood in the dim room, every muscle tense, waiting for the door to collapse under the weight of whatever chaos was brewing outside. My heart hammered against my ribs, adrenaline coursing through me as I clutched the chair I'd managed to loosen, ready to use it as a weapon. But the door didn't splinter or shatter like I expected.

Instead, it swung open with an eerie calmness that sent a chill down my spine. And standing there, framed by the flickering lights of the hallway, was Kieran.

His sharp suit was untouched by the commotion outside, and his smirk was as cold and calculated as ever. He looked completely unbothered by the chaos, as though it were all beneath him.

"I wouldn't leave my prized possession behind," he drawled, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Not when I haven't been paid in full."

Before I could react, he stepped into the room and grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip, yanking me toward him.

"Let me go!" I snarled, twisting against his hold. I yanked my arm but his grip tightened, his nails biting into my skin.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be," Kieran warned, his voice low and dangerous. His smirk stayed firmly in place as I twisted and fought against his iron grip. "You're worth too much for me to let you get away now."noveldrama

I shot him a furious glare, but he only tightened his hold and pulled me toward the exit. The hallway was dim, filled with distant shouts, growls, and the crash of things breaking. Smoke hung in the air, stinging my throat and making it hard to breathe.

Just as we neared the exit, a group of men appeared, blocking our path. Their presence was commanding, and danger radiated off them like heat.

The man in front, tall and draped in a dark coat, stepped forward with a sneer. His voice was cold and firm. "I believe you have something that belongs to my master." His sharp gaze locked onto me, possessive and unwavering.

Kieran's stance shifted as he pulled me behind him. His usual smugness didn't falter. "Not until you pay for it," he said smoothly, his grip on my arm steady.

The man's smile turned cruel. "I don't think you understand, Hunter. You're in no position to make demands. Your place is under attack. You might want to deal with that before it's too late

Kieran's voice was icy. "I don't care about that. This woman is worth more than everything in that building. I can replace it all once I sell her."

The man's smile vanished, replaced by grim determination. "Too bad for you," he said darkly. "My master doesn't share what's his." Without warning, he drew a gleaming sword, its blade catching the dim light. His men followed suit, their weapons ready for a fight.

Kieran didn't flinch. He let go of me and drew his own sword, the metal ringing as it slid free. "You really want to do this?" he taunted.

They didn't answer. The tension in the air exploded as steel clashed violently. Sparks flew as swords struck with brutal force. Grunts and the sharp ring of metal echoed down the hallway. 1.04 Mon, red 35

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I stumbled backward, trying to stay clear of the fight. The chaos was overwhelming, and soon Kieran's men joined the battle, turning it into a violent storm.

Seeing my chance, I didn't hesitate. I turned and ran down the hall, my heart pounding. My breath was ragged as I dodged debris and smoke, desperate to get as far away as possible. But freedom didn't last long.

A sudden presence loomed behind me. Before I could react, a soft cloth pressed against my mouth and nose. The scent was sweet, sickeningly so, filling my senses instantly.

I fought, thrashing and clawing at the hand holding the cloth, but my strength faded quickly. My vision blurred, dark spots creeping in from the edges.

"No..." I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me, growing limp.

The last thing I heard was the clash of swords and Kieran's voice shouting in anger before everything went black.