Bought By The Beast

The champagne was expensive, the dress was borrowed and I was about to be sold to the highest bidder.

"Lot seventeen," the auctioneer's voice boomed through the underground hall. "Rielle Morven. Twenty-three years old. Unmated. Bloodline verified."

My stomach twisted as a spotlight hit me, turning my skin to porcelain under the harsh glare. Around me, the darkness breathed with wealth and power... Alphas and nobles gathered in the shadows, their eyes gleaming as they assessed the merchandise.

Me.

I forced myself to stand straighter in the ridiculously revealing black dress they'd poured me into. The fabric clung to every curve, barely covering what mattered. They wanted us to look desperate. Available. Fuckable.

And I was desperate. Just not for the reasons they thought.

"Bidding starts at fifty thousand," the auctioneer continued.

A paddle raised in the back. Then another.

I scanned the crowd, searching for the one face that mattered... the one alpha who'd promised he'd be here, who'd sworn he'd get me out of this nightmare.

Kieran.

My boyfriend of two years...

The male I'd given everything to, including my virginity on a promise of forever...

The male who'd ghosted me three weeks ago when his father arranged this auction...

"One hundred thousand," someone called.

My heart hammered. Where the fuck was he?

"One-fifty."

The bids climbed higher, and with each one, my hope died a little more. Kieran wasn't coming. He'd never planned to come.

I was completely alone.

"Two hundred thousand," a new voice rang out. It sounded deep, rough and very wrong.

The crowd went silent.

I turned toward the voice and I lost my breath.

A male stood in the far corner, half-hidden in shadow. But even from here, I could see he was massive... easily six-five, shoulders that could break doors, and an aura of violence so thick it made the air taste like copper.

He stepped into the light, and my knees nearly buckled.

Not an Alpha.

Something worse.

His eyes were pure silver, not the pale gray of werewolves, but molten metal that seemed to glow in the darkness. His face was all sharp angles and brutal beauty, framed by black hair that fell just past his collar. He wore a suit that probably cost more than most people's houses, tailored to perfection over a body that screamed predator.

And he was staring at me like I was already his.

"Two-fifty," another bidder countered, trying to sound confident.

The silver-eyed male's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile.

"Five million."

The room erupted.

"Sir, I don't think..."

"Five. Million." His voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

The moment the number left his mouth, something settled in his expression. Neither decision nor interest, but finality... like he had already made this purchase long before he entered the room, like the auction was only a formality he was patient enough to allow.

"Final offer. Anyone else want to try?"

Silence fell like a guillotine.

The auctioneer stammered. "S-sold. Lot seventeen to... to..."

"Caspian Valdyr," the male said. "Tell her to come here. Now."

My legs moved before my brain caught up, carrying me down the platform steps toward this male who'd just bought me like I was a fucking car.

Up close, he was even more terrifying. His scent hit me first... smoke and whiskey and something primal that made my wolf whimper in my head.

Not fear.

Recognition.

Impossible.

"You're not a Werewolf," I said, hating how my voice shook.

Something flickered across his expression, so brief I almost missed it, like he had been waiting for me to say exactly that.

"No." His hand shot out, gripping my chin with surprising gentleness despite the calluses on his fingers. "I'm what werewolves fear in the dark, little wolf." His grip on my chin tightened slightly. “And I know exactly what you are,” he said quietly. “More than you know yourself. And you..." His thumb traced my lower lip, and heat exploded low in my belly. "...you just became mine."

"I'm not anyone's..."

"Yes. You are." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Every inch of you. Every breath. Every moan. Mine to do with as I please."

"You're insane..."

"Probably." He straightened, releasing my chin but keeping his hand on my lower back, possessive and burning through the thin fabric. "But I'm also the only thing standing between you and a dozen Alphas who'd have you on your back before the night's over. So here's how this works, Rielle. You can fight me, scream, and make a scene. But you're leaving with me either way. The only question is whether you walk out on your own feet or over my shoulder."

My mind raced. This male was dangerous. Possibly insane. Definitely not human or werewolf or anything I understood.

But he was right about one thing... without him, I'd be dragged to some Alpha's bed tonight and used until I broke.

At least with him, I had a chance.

Maybe.

"Fine," I said. "But if you think I'm going to just..."

His mouth crashed down on mine.

The kiss was brutal. Claiming. His tongue swept past my lips before I could protest, tasting me with a thoroughness that made my knees weak. One hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access. The other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise.

And I kissed him back.

God help me, I kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard. His eyes had gone from silver to something darker, more dangerous.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You taste like defiance and fear. I'm going to enjoy breaking you of both."

"Go to hell."

"Already there, sweetheart." He grabbed my hand and started walking, pulling me through the crowd that parted like water before him. "And now you're coming with me."

We made it halfway to the exit when someone stepped into our path.

Kieran.

My ex looked terrible... pale, sweating, his eyes wild with something between regret and panic.

"Rielle, wait..."

"Move," Caspian said quietly.

"I can explain," Kieran continued, ignoring him. "My father forced me to... I didn't want to..."

"I said move." Caspian's voice dropped to something subhuman.

"She's my girlfriend..."

"Was." I found my voice. "Was your girlfriend. Right up until you let your father sell me to pay off your gambling debts."

Kieran flinched. "I'm sorry. I'll fix this. I'll get you back..."

Caspian moved faster than thought.

One moment Kieran was standing. The next, he was against the wall with Caspian's hand around his throat, feet dangling.

"She's not yours to get back," Caspian said, his tone conversational despite the violence. "She's mine now. Bought and paid for. And if you come near her again..." He squeezed, and Kieran made a choking sound. "...I'll tear out your spine and wear it as a fucking tie. Understood?"

He dropped Kieran, who crumpled to the floor gasping.

Then Caspian turned back to me, his expression calm. "Ready?"

I stared at him, at this male who'd just dropped five million on me and threatened to murder my ex without breaking a sweat.

"Who are you?" I breathed.

His smile was all teeth and danger. "Your new owner. Now come. We have a long night ahead of us, and I have plans for you."

He pulled me toward the exit, and I followed because what choice did I have?

But as we stepped into the cold night air, a black SUV waiting with the door already open, I felt it.

The weight of his gaze on me. The promise in his touch. The certainty that my life had just changed irrevocably.

And when he pushed me into the back seat and climbed in after me, his body caging mine against the leather, his mouth finding my neck, I realized something terrifying.

Part of me wanted this...

Wanted him...

Even though I had no idea what he was or what he planned to do with me.

The SUV pulled away from the auction house, and Caspian's arm came around me, his body warm and solid against my side.

"Tell me, Rielle," he murmured against my throat. "How long has it been since anyone made you feel safe?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. His mouth was tracing the line of my jaw, slow and deliberate, and every nerve in my body had forgotten how to form words.

"That long?" he asked softly, and I could hear the smile in it. His hand rested on my thigh through the leather of my dress, heavy and possessive, not moving. Just claiming space, reminding me who had paid five million dollars to sit beside me in this dark car.

"I'm not going to beg," I said.

"No one's asking you to." His thumb traced a slow circle against my thigh. "Yet."

I turned to look at him, and the silver of his eyes caught the passing streetlights. He was watching me the way a predator watches something it has already decided to keep.

"What are you?" I asked.

"Yours," he said simply. "And you're mine. That's the only answer that matters tonight."