As the man spun me around, the cacophony of prices—"$500,000," "$1 million," "even $5 million!"—echoed through the air, igniting a wave of disgust within me. Watching them evaluate me like merchandise, an unfamiliar sensation stirred within. My wolf's instincts kicked in, and she softly called out, "Mate."
"Hello, mate," a deep voice replied, and my fists clenched involuntarily. With a slow turn, I found myself staring at none other than Alpha Alexander Ferrari, the legendary, ruthless leader of their kind. Before I could grasp the situation, he offered a shocking bid, "Fifty million dollars."
The impact was almost too much to bear, and I stumbled. Confused, I asked, "If you didn't buy me for claiming rights, Amelia, then why?"
His response was direct, "To ensure a natural birth for our offspring, Amelia. By uniting in love, the way it should be."
A cautionary note followed: "CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT."
