Chapter 2-Everytime I think things can't get any worse, fate just finds a way to screw me over.

It was bad enough that my own father sold me off without thinking twice, now, I was going to be auctioned off as a sex slave?

Here I was, in the backseat with three other women. One with red hair and stunning emerald eyes, the other with platinum blind hair and big blue eyes. We were all dressed in stunning white dresses and pancaked with makeup.

On the bright side, none of us were molested or abused prior to this. Orion made sure to feed us properly and give us the best skincare for the three days we spent in his place.

But even then, it still didn't change the fact that we were being trafficked like objects. All I wanted to do was wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Soon, we arrived at the auction ground and the number of flashy cars I saw was alarming. We were led backstage where I saw even more girls.

“Listen carefully, once you get on that stage, I need you all to put on your best performance. If you catch the eye of any of those wolves out there, that is your ticket to a luxurious life. It's a win-win situation so don't ruin this for the two of us, okay?” Orion addressed us.

The other girls nodded eagerly. Unlike me, they seemed quite happy to be here.

“What about the rest of us that don't actually want to be here?” I asked him and he shot me a thick glare.

“This is not the place for any childish games, Rinata. These men are quite rough. One wrong move and you will surely regret it,” he said with a very serious expression.

I don't know if he meant to scare me but I said nothing more. I already made up my mind on what to do. Once I was chosen, I would make a rub for it without looking back.

Soon, it was our turn to go on stage and I felt my stomach churn. The crowd, all those lustful gazes, the attention. I could feel their eyes stripping me over and over.

I tried to keep my chin high, refusing to look intimidated, but every instinct in my body screamed at me to run.

The auctioneer’s voice boomed over the speakers.

“Lot number twenty-three! Red hair like fire, beautiful sapphire eyes like the ocean, a true rarity! The eastern kingdoms would pay ten times over for this beauty!”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. I caught snippets.

“Royal markings…”

“Could it be?”

“The prophecy…” but the noise was too loud to make sense of it.

My hands trembled as Orion nudged me forward with a smile that could curdle milk. “Walk, Rinata. Nice and slow. Let them see you.”

I stepped into the blinding stage lights. For a moment, I felt like a specimen on display. The crowd’s gasps were almost in sync, like they were all seeing something I couldn’t.

“Five million cephas to start,” the auctioneer called.

“Seven million!” someone shouted.

“Ten!” another barked, his voice like gravel.

The numbers climbed so fast my head spun. Ten, fifteen, eighteen… It was like they weren’t bidding on a person but on a priceless treasure.

And then… silence. A deep, commanding voice cut through the room.

“Sixty million.”

I almost choked on nothing. Even I, didn't believe I was worth that much.

The crowd erupted into shocked whispers.

I followed the sound, and that’s when I saw him. He glanced at me at that moment and my breath caught as the dreamy set of teal eyes locked with mine.

The figure before me was not just beautiful but ethereal. Wavy shoulder-length ginger hair with matching thick long lashes and brows of the same ginger colour. His skin was tanned and appeared to be glowing under the lights.

This was the first time I was internally grateful to my wolf senses, because it let me pick out every detail of him.

“Sold!” the auctioneer slammed his gavel. “To His Highness, Prince Kael of WhiteFang Pack.”

Prince. My blood turned cold. WhiteFang Pack. Wasn't that a Lycan pack?

Orion gave me a smug, knowing look, as if this was exactly the outcome he’d engineered.

I wasn't even given the time to think as I was led off stage. The guards were already waiting to lead me to his car. Orion barely tried to hide his excitement.

“I always knew you were special and you just proved me right,” he grinned. I didn't respond, instead I stealthily reached for my knife.

The stranger was already waiting by the car for me. He was even more gorgeous at close range and he seemed younger. Probably eighteen or nineteen. And goddess, did he smell like milk and honey wrapped together.

I mentally facepalmed, reminding myself of the mission on ground. I got ready to make my move as they discussed. With one swift moment, I buried the knife in the arm of the guard that held on to me and he immediately let go with a yelp.

I immediately dashed off, believing I was finally free, only for him to appear right in front of me in a flash.

“Where do you think you're going?” Then delivered a clean hit to my artery that immediately sent me unconscious.