The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate

Chapter 22

Avery

Lona moved like a celestial fairy.

Her dance was not this good when Aria tested the knowledge we had from everything she taught us.

She had hidden herself deeply.

She must be feeling on top of the world but I itched to drag her down from her high pedestal.

I did not fear people like Chloe because those kind of people wear their emotions on their faces so it is the easy to draft countermeasures for any scheme those kind of people concoct.

On the other hand, I do not like people like Lona.

Those kind of people would seem neutral and even easygoing but deep down, they are different from what they seem to be.

I would not be at ease if I keep Lona by my side. I would not know when she would expose her knife to stab me in the back.

People like Lona was difficult to guard against because regardless of their outer image, their insides might not correlate with the front they portray. After Lona finished her dance, the music stopped and cheers rose from the patrons seated in the audience seat.

As we were led backstage, all of us were given placards containing numbers.

Lona was number one and I was number two.

“The first item is a human but she wasn’t limited by her race. Her dance is intoxicating.” Miss Hailey introduced, “We will only give her to the person worthy enough to take her home.”

The patrons were given placards containing numbers too but ours was used to arrange the order we will go onstage but the patrons‘ placards was for bidding.

“$3,000,000.” A placard with the number 7 was raised up by a rotound patron with greying hair.

“$3,500,000.” Another placard that had number 10 written on it was held up by an handsome patron with a black mask.

The money kept increasing even though Lona was human.

The people that carried me from where I collapsed when I crossed the Dark Dome’s territory said that these patrons prefer shewolves to humans but Lona was breaking the stereotype.

She was getting bid on like she was an hot cake.

I narrowed my eyes.

She really put in all her efforts in order to get sold.

Soon a very tall patron with red hair gave the highest bid and Miss Hailey declared an end to the bidding.

Lona was sold for $7,000,000.

It seemed the patrons that bought slaves would get their purchases backstage so Lona left the stage to come backstage.

I stared at Miss Hailey.

Her eyes were twinkling with happiness and I knew that Lona sold for a high price.

Miss Hailey was introducing me, “Let’s welcome the second special item for the finale of this auction, Miss Avery!”

I was supposed to walk past Lona but I purposely shoved her with my shoulders.

When she looked at me in shock, I bared my teeth at her.

Her face paled and she hurried to her seat.

She should have known that I had caught on to her tricks.

I went onstage.

I didn’t think much of the gazes of the patrons since I was backstage but now that I was directly facing them, I understood what Miss Hailey had to face onstage.

The lecherous eyes of these patrons burned onto my skin like hot fire brands and I almost lost my composure for a second.

I darted my gaze at the places the other girls were seated in the backstage

area.

I smirked at them.

These girls would reap what they sowed.

I hope they did not think that messing with me would bring them no \consequences.

The thrill of revenge fueled me and I straightened my posture.

I started singing before I began dancing to the tune.

In my eyes, the lecherous eyes of these patrons faded into nothingness. The patrons and their gazes was replaced by the stranger I spent a night with.

I could not remember his face clearly but his physique was still familiar

to me.

I felt his passionate gaze on me and the way I danced turned more elegant.

I danced with all my might.

It felt as if I would be able to see him if I perform well.

Soon, my performance came to an end and I bowed to the patrons in the audience seat.

Applauses rang out throughout the venue.

“She is a werewolf.” Miss Hailey said and cheers rose from the audience

seats.

-I don’t know why Miss Hailey had to announce our race whenever she

wants the patrons to bid.

I swept my eyes over the audience covertly.

I would love to end up in the hands of a human instead of a werewolf.

Werewolves are territorial and powerful to boot.

Even if I deceived a werewolf and escaped, he would be able to catch up with me because of his powerful makeup.

My chance of slipping through a werewolf’s clutches was next to none so I would prefer a human patron instead.

The bidding war began.

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“$10,000,000!” A placard with a number 2 drawn on it was raised up by a patron dressed in all black.

“$20,000,000!” Another placard with a number 9 carved on it was held up as well.

The money I was to be sold for kept rising and rising like there was no tomorrow.

Regardless of my apprehension on which race the person that would buy me should be, I still felt a sliver of smugness run through me.

I threw a mocking gaze at those girls that was seated backstage.

My revenge plan was already close to completion.

It would be like how Chloe had to be labeled unjustly after she danced immediately after Aria in the seduction test.

My current situation was like that as well.

Lona’s dance was good and she danced before me so she wasn’t supposed to be affected but in the end, the starting price on my head was higher than the final bid she was sold for.

The difference between us was stark, not to talk of the other girls that had yet to perform.

By giving my all in this dance I performed, I had raised the judging bar in the hearts of this patrons.

My face was unforgettable and I made sure my dance was impeccable

too.

The patrons had to raise their judging bars after seeing me. It was a foregone conclusion.

I could feel hateful eyes threatening to drill through my skin but I ignored it.

These girls shouldn’t have provoked me

The bidding war on my head went on for long and even I was frustrated.

Why can’t the highest bidder call out his bid immediately?

The bidding finally ceased and my final price sat steadily at

$110,000,000.

The man that made the final bid was handsome and his face screamed righteousness.

I returned to the backstage area and I was faced with the angry faces of the other girls. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Chloe, Jasmine, Kina, Ashley and Willow went on stage to perform their renditions but the reception they received was far below mine.

It was far below the reception Lona received.

Out of the remaining five girls, Chloe and Jasmine wasn’t sold.

It might be because the reception they received wasn’t high so the money offered by the patrons was not up to the Dark Dome’s expectations.

Then, the Dark Dome decided to keep them for the next auction.

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Only Ashley and Williow had the grace their race blessed them with. They were sold because both of them are of the werewolves‘ race.

Willow and Ashley was lucky and unlucky at the same time.

They were lucky that they had been sold but they were unlucky in the sense that their patrons were unsatisfactory.

The auction finally came to an end and the guards that brought us here appeared immediately to cart away the girls that wasn’t sold.

Their faces turned as dark as the bottom of the pot as they were led away.

They should have been reminded of Aria’s warnings.

I bet they would try to do well in the next two auctions to come.

I smiled at them. I made sure they saw that I was gloating at their misfortune.

Next time, they will put in more efforts in whatever they are doing while being better persons too.

After the other patrons left, the patrons that bought slaves arrived at the backstage area.

–Nobody told the girls that was sold what they had to do.

They moved closer to the patrons that bought them.

I copied their actions and moved closer to the patron that bought me too. His righteous face almost made my guilt consume me when I thought of my plan to deceive him and escape.

If I escape, he would lose both me and the resources or wealth he used to purchase me.

In my mind, all the werewolves and humans that came to this auction to purchase slaves were despicable so the guilt I felt towards him reduced drastically.

I bowed my head as I stood by his side.

The personnel from the Dark Dome congratulated the patrons that successfully bought a slave before giving each of them the keys to our armband.

The Dark Dome even offered these patrons small tubes containing the pink liquid that had a similar effect wolfsbane had.

I had to curb the urge to tear the personnel of the Dark Dome to shreds.

My plans have to be adjusted now.