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I started my car and drove through Harbor City’s downtown district, my mind racing with possibilities. If the Grey pack couldn’t maintain their position in the hierarchy, mating with Ethan would be like jumping into a fire pit.
My phone buzzed with a text from Margaret Grey: “Cassandra, dear, I’ve arranged a family dinner for this weekend. We need to discuss your future with Ethan.”
I stared at the message, wondering if Margaret knew about her son’s business failures. Did she understand that her precious Grey pack legacy was crumbling?
Another thought struck me with chilling clarity. If Ethan’s pack faced bankruptcy, the pup growing in my belly might be better off never being born into such instability.
I pulled over and called my doctor’s office. “I’d like to schedule a consultation about my pregnancy options.”
The receptionist’s voice was professional and kind. “Of course, Miss Evans. When would you like to come in?”
“As soon as possible,” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my heart.
I needed time to think. Time to evaluate whether binding myself to a failing Alpha was worth the risk.
(Third person’s POV)
On Wednesday evening, Olivia Winters arrived at Crescent Moon Auction House wearing an elegant navy dress that complemented her amber eyes. The exclusive venue buzzed with Harbor City’s werewolf elite, all eager to bid on rare artifacts and luxury items.
She hadn’t expected to encounter Connor Rivers here. The Alpha usually sent Frank Langley to handle such matters rather than attending personally.
Connor stood near the registration desk, dressed in a black shirt and trousers that emphasized his commanding presence. Other werewolves circled him like moths to a flame, eager for even a moment of his attention.
Olivia glanced at him briefly before looking away. She didn’t want to complicate their current arrangement any further.
Connor noticed her presence immediately. His ice-blue eyes tracked her movement through the crowd as he pushed past his admirers.
“Liv,” Connor approached quickly, his voice warm despite her obvious reluctance to engage. “You’re here for the auction too?”
He had come specifically for the jewelry pieces being auctioned tonight. Several exquisite items had caught his attention in the catalog, and he wanted to bid on them personally as gifts for Olivia.
“Yes,” Olivia replied curtly, not meeting his gaze.
Adrian Sinclair appeared beside them with perfect timing, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the auction. house’s crystal chandeliers. He had the same idea as Connor several pieces in tonight’s catalog would make perfect gifts for Olivia.
Connor’s expression darkened immediately. “What are you doing here?”
Adrian smiled elegantly, adjusting his glasses. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?”
Olivia sensed the tension building between the two Alphas. “You two can chat. I’m going inside first.”
“I’ll accompany you,” Adrian responded quickly, falling into step beside her.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes flashed with territorial displeasure as he followed them into the main auction hall.
The auction began promptly at eight o’clock. Victoria Blackwell took her position at the podium, her navy blue suit impeccable as always.
“Welcome to tonight’s exclusive auction,” Victoria announced. “Our first item is a pair of Sapphire Moonstone
Earrings with a starting bid of five hundred thousand dollars.”
Olivia studied the earrings displayed on the screen. The sapphires caught the light beautifully, and the moonstone accents would enhance her natural werewolf abilities.
She raised her paddle immediately. “Five hundred thousand.”
Adrian noticed Olivia’s interest and raised his paddle without hesitation. “Six hundred thousand.”
He wanted to purchase them as a gift for her, a gesture that would demonstrate his growing affection.
“Seven hundred thousand,” Connor followed closely, his voice carrying across the auction hall.
“One million,” Connor added decisively, increasing the bid by three hundred thousand and showing his determination to win.
Olivia frowned in Connor’s direction. This wasn’t how auctions were supposed to work.
Other bidders joined the competition. “One million two hundred thousand.”
“One million three hundred thousand.”
“One million four hundred thousand.”
Adrian raised his paddle again. “One million six hundred thousand.”
Connor’s response was immediate. “Two million.”
Olivia stopped bidding entirely. She realized that Adrian and Connor were now competing against each other rather than focusing on the actual auction.
Adrian raised his paddle without hesitation. “Two million two hundred thousand.”
Connor’s lips curved in a cold smile. “Two and a half million.”
Adrian stared at him in disbelief. Was this still an auction or had it become a personal confrontation between two Alphas?
“Two million six hundred thousand,” Adrian continued, his voice strained.
Connor turned to look at Olivia. Her expression showed clear disinterest – she had obviously lost enthusiasm for the earrings entirely.
He stopped bidding.
Victoria Blackwell’s gavel fell. “Sold to paddle number forty-seven for two million eight hundred thousand dollars.”
The earrings with a starting price of five hundred thousand had been purchased by Adrian for nearly six times their opening bid.
The next item appeared on the display screen. “An Imperial Jade Bracelet of exceptional quality, starting at five million dollars.”
Olivia found the bracelet very appealing. The jade’s deep green color would complement her amber eyes perfectly.
“Five million two hundred thousand,” she bid.
Other werewolves began raising their paddles. “Five million three hundred thousand.”
“Five million four hundred thousand.”
“Five million five hundred thousand.”
The bidding quickly reached six million. Olivia found the constant competition exhausting and decided to wait until others stopped before making her final offer.
“Seven million,” Adrian suddenly announced. He could tell that Olivia genuinely liked the bracelet, and since Connor had competed for the earrings, he wanted to secure this piece for her.
Connor’s cold voice rang out immediately. “Eight million.”
Victoria Blackwell could barely contain her smile. Someone had just added one million dollars to the bid in a single increment.
“The current bid is eight million. Do I hear any higher offers?”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed with determination. “Nine million.”
