The Alpha Who Never Bids
1445 Words
(Magnus's POV)
I never came to auctions to hunt.
Places like this were nothing more than another stage of power to me—filled with the stench of blood, money, and disgusting ambition.
Most of those sitting in the front rows were nothing but attention-hungry beasts. They bought living creatures not out of need, but to prove they could.
Unlike me.
I never bid. Never even cared to.
Tonight was supposed to be no different.
I came here for politics. An obligation, not desire.
“Alpha Magnus, the main auction is about to begin.”
My personal aide’s voice broke my thoughts. I only nodded, spinning the ring on my finger—a habit I always did whenever boredom started to sink in.
The air in the main hall was thick with the scent of metal and black incense. Soft music played in the background, but it couldn’t hide the vibration of raw energy in the air.
Then... the stage lights dimmed.
And she appeared.
For a second… the world stopped moving.
That girl—standing under the pale light with silver chains wrapped around her wrists. Her hair was a mess, yet it shimmered faintly blue when the light touched it. Her skin looked as pale as a lost moon, and those eyes... those empty, confused eyes staring at the crowd somehow made my chest tighten.
I didn’t know why.
I just knew my wolf suddenly woke up.
A faint tremor rippled through my chest. At first, it was subtle, then stronger—like something ancient being forced awake from the depths of my soul.
“Mate…”
The voice echoed in my head. Deep. Heavy. Resonating.
I froze.
Impossible.
I rarely lost control, but tonight, my grip on the chair tightened without me realizing it—until the solid wood cracked beneath my fingers.
“Number forty-seven! A rare specimen from the northern region, no record of origin, but with unmatched regenerative ability!”
The auctioneer’s voice echoed, followed by gasps and murmurs of awe.
Evra—that was the name displayed on the holographic screen above the stage.
An unfamiliar name, yet when I whispered it in my mind, it felt… too familiar.
Like I had called it before.
I tried to ignore the strange pull, but every time she breathed, damn it—my body reacted.
A faint mix of blood and burnt lavender filled the air, slipping through every wall of control I had.
“She’s ours.”
“Shut up.”
“You know I’m right, Magnus.”
That was my wolf’s voice—rough, deep, undeniable.
I took a slow breath, forcing logic to take over.
There were countless reasons for this—maybe blood resonance, an illusion spell, or even a psychic trap from those witch-dealers.
But no rational explanation could justify why I couldn’t look away.
Before I realized it, I’d already raised my hand.
“Ten billion.”
My voice came out flat, but it shook the entire room.
Every head turned toward me.
“Lord Magnus?” The auctioneer almost stuttered.
“Proceed,” I said coldly.
No one dared to outbid me.
The auction ended faster than expected.
And when the sound of the gavel finally struck, the once noisy hall fell silent again.
I already regretted my decision before the girl was even brought to my private room.
Not because of the money—
But because I knew, the moment she entered my life, there would be no way out.
***
After the auction ended, I waited at the top floor of The Hidden Circle building.
The glass walls revealed the city below—pulsing with lights and sin.
But tonight, it all felt too small.
A knock on the door.
My servant entered with his head bowed.
“Lord Magnus, the item you won at the auction has been taken to the lower chamber.”
“Item.” I repeated the word bitterly. Somehow, it felt wrong. “Very well,” I replied.
Once he left, I activated my data terminal.
Name: Evra Lysander.
Origin: Unknown.
Age: Twenty.
Specification: Unclassified. Blood analysis shows unidentified genetic anomaly.
“Half wolf, half something we can’t detect,” my assistant reported through comm-link. “Her energy frequency is unstable—broken. Possibly descended from an ancient witch line? Or... something else? Alpha, our system can’t read her resonance.”
I said nothing. My eyes stayed on the scan results—light patterns running under her skin, like glowing veins.
That wasn’t human.
And it wasn’t wolf either.
It was... something older.
“She’s no one,” I told myself for the tenth time.
“You’re just curious. That’s all.”
But even my own voice sounded weak.
I stood and walked toward the balcony. The night wind brushed my face—cold, but not enough to calm me.
Then I heard it.
The faint sound of chains, echoing from below.
Damn it.
She was trembling down there... and somehow, I could feel it.
My chest pulsed in rhythm with her shallow breaths.
That shouldn’t be possible unless—
“No,” I muttered, gripping the iron railing. “That’s impossible.”
But the more I denied it, the clearer it became—an invisible link between two souls that should never have met.
“She’s calling you.”
“Silence.”
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady.
But in the darkness of my mind, her face appeared again—those haunting eyes staring right into the deepest part of me.
For the first time in my life, I had no idea what to do.
***
I waited for quite some time in the underground chamber—where buyers usually met their “auction prizes.”
Waited in silence, while Varon, my wolf, kept growling restlessly in my head.
Until finally, she arrived.
The woman I had just bought.
She looked at me without expression, but there was something in her eyes—something that made me freeze mid-step.
Me—Magnus Rivenhall, the Alpha known for being heartless—suddenly felt… nervous?
Because of a woman labeled defective, origin unknown?
“Magnus,” Varon’s voice rumbled in my head, deep and heavy.
“It’s her. You feel it too, don’t you?”
I clenched my jaw.
No.
Impossible.
But the longer I looked at her, the stronger that pull became—subtle, yet unbearable, like a call I couldn’t ignore.
I inhaled sharply and turned away before I lost control.
“Clean her up. Remove the chains,” I ordered flatly to the guards outside.
They hesitated, but no one dared to question me.
My tone was enough.
I walked out with a heavy chest.
Varon kept rumbling in my mind, repeating one word I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Mate.
And for the first time in forever, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to deny it.
***
That night, rain poured again as I left The Hidden Circle.
But somehow, my body felt hot beneath my black coat.
I could still smell her faint scent—through miles of distance.
Rain, wet earth, and… something not human.
“Ancient blood,” I muttered softly, removing my gloves to look at my palm that still throbbed faintly. “What are you, Evra Lysander?”
Hours later, a black car stopped at the wrought-iron gates of Ravenholt Estate.
My home stood atop a cliff, overlooking the misty valley—silent, vast, and cold.
No one dared enter this land without my permission.
When I heard footsteps echoing in the grand hall, I knew she had arrived.
Two guards dragged her in. Her face was pale, but her eyes... they met mine. As if I were her enemy—and she was ready to tear me apart.
“Put her down,” I ordered.
They bowed and left, leaving her exactly where I had imagined her to be that night on the auction stage.
I stepped closer.
From that short distance, the resonance that was once faint became something tangible—like static electricity crawling across my skin.
I could almost hear her breath syncing with my heartbeat.
“So this is you,” I whispered.
Her eyes lifted, filled with defiance.
She didn’t even know that every second I looked at her, something deep inside me—something I’d buried long ago—was beginning to stir again.
I wasn’t supposed to care.
But that night, I knew one thing for sure—
Whatever was hidden in her blood… had awakened something in me I thought had long died.
And that terrified me.
***
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