< Devlin >
I don’t usually come to the auction to kill off some time. Whenever I do, I always make sure to stay at some bar in the farthest corner of the room. I just casually drink the best liquor without a care as showcased women are displayed on the stage.
I merely come here just for some entertainment as I enjoy observing people around. Although, they are adorned with masks of different types and colors. The quality of the mask itself defines your status within the party.
I am perfectly happy being content with being unrecognized since I stand out a lot thanks to my good looks and prestige.
Oh, where are my manners? Perhaps a quick introduction will do. I am Devlin de Luca, a billionaire and the number one most sought-after debonair. I invented a revolutionary social media that lets people dive into the network and be in some sort of a virtual society. My start-up quickly overthrows Macebook out of its number one spot and helps me earn millions.
Since then, my company has grown. I bought all the social media platforms to make them equally the same as mine and I immediately retired at the age of twenty-eight.
Now, I can just leisurely do whatever I want and let my employees do the work for me. After all, what’s more to life if I just don’t enjoy it, right?
My thoughts of my self-introduction to an imaginary audience got quickly interrupted when the auctioneer shows up on the stage and clears his throat.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, once again, thank you for participating in the auction event. Like every year, we reward our favorite guests with our final product before the end of our showcase and this time, it will be special!”
I scoff at that. Is it going to be a virgin again? Some innocent girl from the third world country whose exotic beauty outshines the rest of the women here?
Seriously, nothing surprises me anymore.
I’ll just continue admiring the beauty of the Vieux Carre cocktail on my hand.
“Today, we brought you a young, exotic virgin—”
Typical. See what I mean? I chuckle to myself.
“—from the pack of werewolves.”
That really catches my attention as I nearly freeze in place. Then, the audience starts whispering, surprised as I am, since a werewolf is such a rarity in the eyes of society.
“I’ll introduce you to our lady of the night, the beautiful wolf of the Mooncarver pack, Almira!”
On cue, the stage lights directly aim behind the auctioneer, and it shows a young woman around her 20s, chained on both her wrists and legs and a silver collar around her neck. She looks naked, almost if it weren’t for the matching black thin lace bra that barely covers her breasts and black thong giving an illusion that she’s bare and exposed on the stage.
Her striking red hair attracts a lot of onlookers and her skin is flushed red. She has been giving short, light pants as the steam of air comes from her red lips. However, her eyes are downcasted, hiding herself from this humiliation.
She’s obviously drugged.
“As you can see, Miss Almira here has a beauty beyond words. Also, we tested that she’s very sensitive to all areas, so pleasuring her won’t be a problem,” he winks as the VIP men are now lusting over her curvaceous body.
“Now, if you’re worried if you can't control a wolf, we attach a silver collar that can weaken her so she won’t be in her wolf form no matter what. Wolves are known to be in heat whenever the full moon comes so it will be a pleasurable experience for the both of you.” He smirks when he sees the positive reactions of the audience as there were whispers of excitement.
“One more thing,” he continues, silencing them. “We’ve already paid a hefty price for the Hunters’ Association so you won’t be punished for having her as your pet.”
And from the look of his face, he knows that the audience is now interested and even if we can’t see their expressions behind their masks, the grins of the VIP men are proof of their desire.
“So, the bid will start at fifty-five million.”
Not long after, several interested buyers are shouting their prices.
“Sixty million!”
“Eighty-five million!”
“Ninety million!”
As the bid keeps increasing, the she-wolf looks away as a small teardrop from the corner of her eye, resigning to her fate as a toy of some corrupted billionaire.
I shouldn’t be involved in this. After all, I am just merely here to observe, enjoying how these people continue to get lured in this foolish event.
“I heard a bid of 2.3 billion. Going once, going twice?”
But I stand up, I snap a finger and from the corner of the bar, my right-hand man comes out from the shadows, carrying a large suitcase and hands it over to me.
This money was meant to buy this place and have it as mine. But after witnessing the place first-hand and not to mention, the woman at the center stage, I am no longer interested in such a hard-foolery place anymore.
“Four Billion!” I bellow and the noises put to a sudden halt as onlookers slower turn to the one who could only afford this price. I walk with confident strides until I reach the center and I could hear whispers, wondering who I might be.
“All in cash as well,” I say with a clear firm decision as I open the case, lazily with one hand. The stacks of money continue to drop on the floor, to prove to them who has the highest prestige in this event.
The female wolf looks up, surprised as everyone else as she eyes the money on the floor.
“And if you think you could bid more than that, I’m up for the challenge,” I declare as I throw the suitcase from the side.
Knowing I’m victorious, I almost smirk, pleased with my flamboyant performance and I walk to the stage.
The auctioneer can’t comprehend a word and I turn to smile at him. “Well, Mr. Auctioneer?”
“A-Ah, yes!” He tries to regain his composure. “Going once, going twice, sold!”
Now, the deal is sealed. This beautiful she-wolf is mine.
As I approach the scared woman who drops on the floor as she looks mortified from the sight of her new master, I kneel down, now at the same eye level as her, and I take my mask off, revealing my face.
She gasps, now more frightful than ever. “Y-You—”
“That’s right, Almira,” I say with a devilish grin. “I’m Devlin de Luca or originally Devlin Mooncarver.”
I lean in to whisper in her ear.
“Long time no see, my former fated mate.”
