Page 8 of Knot for Me
I’ve been glaring at the man so long I missed the rest of the bidding. A beta grabs my arm and drags me toward the stage. It’s my turn. I’ve been outrageously vocal, so I’ll be surprised if anyone bids on me at all.
Mouthy omegas don’t get treated well.
Here’s hoping mouthy omegas don’t get bid on.
When Eduardo announces the base price, four hundred, like the rest of the women, the bidding begins.
“Seven hundred,” some man says right away.
I shoot him a scathing look, hating that he only went up by three hundred. My pride takes a blow when the next bid is only eight-hundred. I want to be worth more. Is it pathetic that I think my looks alone deserve at least a hundred grand? I’m no prettier than the other women here, but I would pay a hundred grand for myself. Then again, I do have an inflated ego from time to time.
The annoyingly gorgeous man watches me as the bidding continues. He doesn’t make any offers though. Rage trembles through me. So hedidjust come to watch me suffer. Prick. I make a nasty face at him, hoping it makes him look away. Childish but necessary. I can’t cry, so being a bitch is the next best choice.
“Two thousand,” I say loudly, bidding on myself. I have to at least try to do something. These alphas are sure to outbid me, but if I don’t fight for myself, who will? Besides, I’m still hoping the more I show how stubborn I am, the less attractive I’ll be to these alphas.
The alpha who has been staring at me smiles. He laughs, a deep sound that floats to my ears over the rest of the voices. My core clenches, and I bite my cheek, trying to tell my out of control omega vagina that he’s a dick and we don’t like him.
She doesn’t get the memo.
The bidding begins to slow around twelve-thousand, and my heart sinks. That’s all I am worth to these people. Not even as much as a new car. My stranger stands, and I hold my breath. He gives me a cocky smile then looks at Eduardo.
“Fifteen.”
Blowing out a hard breath, I shake my head. It was stupid to think he’d bid more. I narrow my eyes and mouthfuck you at him. Again. The corners of his eyes crinkle as a full smile blooms over his face. He’s devastatingly handsome.
Why is he here at the auctions? Surely, he can get whatever he wants by simply existing. He tips his head to the side, gaze piercing through me as though he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
A few guys in the crowd glance at each other then back at the alpha, giving him a slight bow when his gaze moves to them. A slight bow. Now my heart stops. There’s no way. No fucking way. I check him out again, this time taking in the expensive suit which was probably tailored to perfectly fit him. The way his aura oozes with pure authority. His scent floats toward me, like he’s somehow controlling the air in the room and purposefully shifting it so I’d have to breathe him in. My heart stops beating when I inhale.
Shit. He’s a royal. Their scents are strong and potent, and this guy’s scent is packing a punch that makes the hairs on my arms stand at attention. Oh crap. I told him to fuck off multiple times.
I cussed out a royal alpha. Of course I did. Is there no end to my self-destruction?
What the hell is he doing here?
Royal alphas don’t need to buy omegas.
“Seventeen,” an alpha, who is wearing a cheaper looking suit and a greedy glint in his eyes, says.
My alpha, or at least that’s what I’m calling him for the purposes of keeping them straight, rolls his eyes “Twenty-five.”
I know I should be annoyed. But part of me is excited that I have one of the highest bids so far. The omega side of me preens. Yeah, I know.I thought you didn’t want to be a pack omega.Even though I despise everything about this, I want to be worth something. Besides, he’s buying me. I’m not going to be the pack omega.
“Thirty,” the other offers.
Seriously? Who is this skeeze?
“Thirty-five,” my alpha says.
Nope. Still don’t like him, but I hate him a little less.
“Forty.” The other alpha says, looking at his nails and pretending to be bored. “We could do this all day, Lucas.”
Lucas, my alpha, straightens and the two men next to him stand up, creating a wall of pure, royal alpha power and dominance. Lucas and the two guys share looks; the two men nod at him, agreeing to whatever question Lucas asked with his eyes. The three of them turn their gazes on me, and for some reason, I flush. Heat crawls up my neck, coloring my skin scarlet. This is what happens to omegas when powerful alphas are near. Our bodies crave their attention. The blushing has nothing to do with the fact that the three of them are incredibly handsome and are currently taking in every inch of me, nothing at all. The short, white dress I’m wearing suddenly feels like a bikini.
“One hundred thousand,” Lucas says.
I gasp, and so does Eduardo. He claps and repeats the number, eyes lighting with excitement at the numbers being dropped. One hundred thousand is nothing to a royal pack.
