The Hidden Circle Auction
1002 Words
(Evra's POV)
I had no idea where I was.
All I could remember were the screams in the middle of the night, the black cloth covering my head, and the rough hands that dragged me into a dark-tinted car. Then everything went blank—until I woke up here.
On a stage glittering under expensive crystal lights.
Alone.
With silver chains wrapped tightly around my wrists.
Where am I?
My heart slammed against my ribs when I saw the people sitting below the stage. Rows of elegant men in tailored suits, their eyes gleaming with something far more terrifying than ambition. And I knew—those were predator eyes.
A voice echoed through the grand hall—deep, smooth, and full of authority.
“Gentlemen, welcome to The Hidden Circle Auction.”
I turned toward the man standing at the side podium. His hair was slicked back neatly, his face sharp as a blade, and his smile cold as a gravestone. In his hand, he held a small gold gavel.
“As you all know, every seven years we gather here—not for art, not for jewels, but for something far more valuable. Pure blood. And tonight, we have the only one left… perhaps the very last.”
Every gaze shifted toward me.
I froze. My breath hitched, my legs felt like air. What did they mean—pure blood? Who were they talking about? Me? This was insane!
The host raised his hand, as if presenting a prized statue. And it was aimed straight at me.
“Her name is Evra.”
The name slipped from his lips, slicing through the air. I felt completely exposed.
They knew my name. They knew who I was.
And they were going to… sell me?
So this was an auction?
A small chuckle came from the front row. A man with silver hair crossed his legs, his eyes gleaming with a wild light. “How sweet. Still untouched, huh?”
I felt sick hearing it.
Another man grinned, showing off a perfect set of white teeth. “What’s the starting bid, Orven?”
Orven—the host—smiled faintly. “The bidding will start at one hundred million dollars.”
One hundred million dollars. For… me?
I wanted to scream, to fight, but I couldn’t. The silver chains weighed too heavily, and their stares were too sharp—piercing through my skin like blades.
As if I wasn’t human, just prey.
“Two hundred million dollars,” one of them said calmly.
“Four hundred million.”
“Five hundred million.”
The numbers flew faster than my heartbeat.
They were bidding on me like an object.
No one cared that I was still breathing, still alive. All they thought about was taking me home as their prize.
Finally, I broke. I screamed with everything I had, thrashing in my seat, desperate.
“I’m not an object! I’m not yours!”
Laughter filled the hall.
They laughed.
“Look at her! She’s still wild,” someone muttered. “That’s good.”
My chest heaved, my eyes stung with tears—but I refused to let them fall.
If I cried, they’d enjoy the show even more.
And then… someone new entered.
I didn’t see him right away, but I felt him.
A chilling aura swept through the air, heavy footsteps echoing like the sound of iron chains.
I could tell—every man who had been smiling turned silent. The room changed.
Tension.
Fear.
I turned my head.
A tall man walked through the grand doors at the back. His black hair was slicked back, his face hard and merciless. His eyes—dark, pitch-black, with a faint crimson glint inside—looked like the night itself had stepped into the room.
“Magnus Rivenhall,” one man whispered from the front row.
I didn’t know him—but clearly, everyone else did.
The entire hall seemed to shrink as he passed.
No laughter, no whispers. Only silence.
He took the center seat, crossed his legs casually, and locked his gaze on me.
For the first time that night, I couldn’t breathe.
Those eyes… they stripped me bare, layer by layer, searching through my bones for something unseen.
“Magnus Rivenhall has joined,” Orven announced, his voice trembling slightly. “Let’s proceed with the auction.”
The bids continued—higher, faster—but Magnus didn’t move.
He just watched me.
Unblinking.
I wanted to look away, to escape that stare, but I couldn’t.
It was as if invisible chains had wrapped around my neck, forcing me to face him.
“Two billion,” said one man from the second row, his tone challenging.
“Five billion,” another followed.
Gasps rippled through the room. That was insane money.
But before the murmurs settled, a deep, cold voice shattered the air.
“Ten billion.”
Silence.
Every head turned to Magnus. He sat still, fingers tapping the armrest, expression unreadable.
As if ten billion dollars meant nothing to him.
One man in the front row swallowed hard. “He’s bidding? This is… historic.”
I swallowed too. Ten billion—for me?
For a wolfless girl with no pack?
Was he out of his mind? I was abandoned, discarded—and he just bought me for ten billion dollars?
The room grew quieter.
No one else bid.
Or maybe… no one dared to.
Orven raised his gavel, his hand trembling slightly.
“Ten billion… for Magnus Rivenhall. Going once.”
I shivered.
Even more when I saw his piercing gaze—and that faint, dangerous smirk curving his lips.
A warning.
A promise.
Something terrifying was about to change my life forever.
“Twice.”
I begged silently. Not him. Anyone but him. Please, not him.
“Three. Sold.”
The gavel struck the table.
And with that sound, my entire dark world collapsed.
I was no longer just a captive.
I now belonged to a man named Magnus Rivenhall.
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