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Chapter 3 Auction House

Word Count: 1107    |    Released on: 02/06/2025

an's

too quiet for the weig

. But inside, I was suffocating under the pressu

that look. The one who said he'd already rehearsed th

I muttered with

"The Elders are restless. The pack's starti

harply thro

e-wolves are the same. They

ue because it

le. It skipped around like a shadow, unpredictable and unrelenting. My great-gra

the bondless ache in my chest grew sharper. My wolf was r

even rogue outskirts. Nothing. No scent, no pull. No instinct that told

flatly. "I'm fated to be alo

ainst the wall

pens if you ne

the window, me

And this pack will outlive me l

answer, but we both

nds, Keeran. You've never needed a Luna t

uldn't be here forever. That's

dn't

uilding behind my ribs. I admire Liam sti

ably train one of m

ve a sh

r final deci

he-wolf that doesn't want power and money. It's

my eyes. I was running out of options. But Liam, ever the opportunist, had that sl

my desk with a casual air, "there are ways to get

eyebrow, fol

want to b

ckled

wolves from distant packs like Asia and Africa, unclaimed or rogue. If you're serious

t and looked at hi

ack. I don't want a Luna who's t

dded, u

te northern territory, maybe an isolated rogue group. No stri

moment. There was no mali

g this is... l

k. "No paper trail. No pack drama. Ju

that desperation was creepin

what yo

smile w

s the

ights were a

s feel like they were on top of the world, drunk

glass of something amber. He straightened when

ut to sta

man whose eyes told me he wasn't human, and that he didn't need to

opened with a soft chime. Once inside, Liam pressed a small brass key into a hidden panel beh

neath the casino's shell. The scent changed, no mor

ted his su

unregistered wolves, low-profile. We're not looking for

but didn'

dn't even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn't about love. This was

ly lit gallery. Velvet drapes. Priva

ilt like a theatre, gran

n black g

an. Your se

e Liam walked beside me like this

ce. The lights were low enough that no one could see us clearly f

ned in s

e, signal me. You don't have to com

n't a

e hoped I wouldn't

art was terrifi

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