Xlynor's POV
"Huh?" Her doe eyes glanced around, unsure if my words were meant for her.
I caught her chin, forcing her trembling gaze to meet mine. She shivered slightly.
The moment our eyes locked, I felt an energy shift that made even my demons stir. The air thickened between us. "I can't hear a heartbeat, you don't have a heartbeat." I murmured, tilting my head to the side. "What are you?"
She swallowed hard but didn't speak.
"She's… human, with a heartbeat, Alpha," the lady standing beside the silver-haired said, her voice trembling as if she were being forced to speak.
Human with a heartbeat when I couldn't hear a thing myself? Interesting.
No one could hold my gaze for even a minute, yet this defiant woman stared straight into my eyes, into my soul—without blinking once.
This wasn't the eyes of a woman fawning over me, it looked different, felt different, but I just couldn't pinpoint it.
I gave a lopsided grin then brushed my thumb against her lips. There were traces of dried blood there, it looked like she had been tortured more than the rest.
I stood straight, a smug smirk plastered on my face. These silver-haired people had a thing for messing with me. It had to be the hair.
Silver-haired wolves were said to possess powers beyond the ordinary abilities of werewolves. Mating with them as a normal werewolf had a way to boost your abilities and, somehow, they were highly sought after, but this one right here was said to be human.
I had met lots of silver-haired wolves and each time, their energy seemed to be repelled by my demons, but this silver-haired was different and that wasn't a conversation I was ready for.
With one last glance at her, I adjusted my hood then walked over to the left corner of the hall. I could perceive Nyx's scent emanating from there.
The hall maintained a palpable silence ever since I stepped in, that even a pin drop could be heard, and I loved it that way.
"You came." Nyx whispered the moment I took the seat next to her.
I didn't respond, I maintained my poker face, wishing for all this to be over with before I snapped. The thought about the silver-haired had vanished just as it came.
I could feel Eryndor's hateful glare on my skin, but I didn't bother sparing him a glance. I leaned into my seat then shut my eyes.
"Going for a hundred and fifty?" The lady at the podium whispered into the microphone, obviously scared to speak out loud.
"Three hundred." I heard a baritone voice I was forced to believe belonged to Eryndor speak.
I stilled, was this bastard interested in a slave? For the first time he showed interest in something?
I glanced at him, catching his death glare. I smiled slyly then shut my eyes back.
"Four hundred!" Nyx snapped, standing to her feet.
"Four fifty," Eryndor countered, his demeanor calm and collected, unlike Nyx who looked like she was at the point of bringing this hall to the ground.
At this point, I could almost believe that he was doing this to spite Nyx because the Eryndor I knew would rather spend his money on books and research, not a random slave.
"Five hundred thousand dollars!" Nyx slammed her palms against the table, already trembling in anger.
Whatever Eryndor thought he was doing was actually working, or maybe I was wrong.
"One million dollars!" Eryndor muttered.
My eyes snapped open. Did I just hear properly?
"Wha…what?" Nyx stuttered, her eyes wide.
"One million dollars for the human slave," Eryndor spelt out each word, finally standing to his feet.
Nyx's feet stayed rooted to the spot as she chuckled in disbelief. "You just bought a slave for a million dollars?" She stuttered.
My gaze narrowed as I watched Eryndor walk over to the slave.
This wasn't about him wanting to piss Nyx off, he really wanted that slave. The satisfied smile on his face said it all.
I frowned. Why did he want her so badly? Why was he willing to spend so much to have her when he could have anybody he wanted? Lots of questions lingered in my mind and it aroused my curiosity.
Eryndor stopped right in front of her then grinned widely… a sight I rarely saw.
"I won, I guess you're mine now," he said, his tone too cheeky, like it was only both of them in this hall.
My jaws tightened at that word. His? For some reason I couldn't explain, it didn't sit well with me.
And the silver-haired? She just knelt there staring at him like he was her salvation… her eyes had no fear for someone being sold to a Dark Hounder.
My lips twitched, and my fists curled on their own.
"I'm taking her." I declared.
"Okay, what's really going on here? I just want her because I like her…" Nyx hissed.
"What?" Eryndor turned, his nose crunched up.
I stood from my seat, then took slow, deliberate steps towards the podium.
"I. Want. This. Slave." I dragged my words, making sure that each of my words got stuck inside Eryndor's brain.
I didn't want a slave. Least of all, a weak so-called human, and a woman at that. The only women I didn't hate were Nyx and godmother Jojo.
My not-so-perfect mother had planted a trauma and deep hatred inside of me for women that I thought all of them except for Nyx and Jojo had the darkest of hearts.
"It's… an auction where the highest bidder gets the… price. Alpha." The host stuttered.
I quirked the corner of my mouth as I watched her in amusement.
"I'm expected to bid for a slave?"
"No, Alpha."
"Yes, you should bid, but it's already late." Eryndor spat, cutting the host off.
My tongue flicked over my lips and I stepped closer, but Eryndor quickly stepped in front of the slave protectively.
"Stay back brother, I got her already." He set his jaw, refusing to back down.
Seeing him so protective of her, I knew she was worth something and even though I had no initial plans of keeping her, I wanted her even more.
I didn't stop in my tracks, I kept walking and when I got to Eryndor he was flung away by an invincible force.
I stretched out my palms, grabbing the slave by the neck yoke and pulling her closer.
"No, not you." I heard her whisper as she tried moving away from me.
The same woman that had locked eyes with me earlier without fear was now trying to escape my grasp for some unknown reason and at this point I knew I wanted her to be mine.
Fear looked special in her eyes or was that rage? Perfect.
I walked right into this hall, with something inside of her pulling me close. I should've known she was for me. Anyway, it was never too late to put my tag on her.
A slow smile curved my lips as I watched her struggle. "Yes, me Shenka. You're coming with me."
"I'm taking her for five hundred million." I clicked my tongue
I didn't wait for their response before my dark smoke covered every inch of the hall and I teleported with her.