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Chapter 133 Chapter 133
SAGE
I was trying to figure out a way to escape when a sudden, loud bang shattered the silence of the room. My heart leapt into my throat, and even the old woman helping me jumped at the sound. The door slammed open, hitting the wall with force, and when I looked up, Kieran was standing there, walking in with the confidence of someone who thought he owned everything in sight.
His cold, calculating eyes locked onto me immediately. "Hurry up and finish getting her ready," he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. "We don't have as much time as I thought."
The old woman froze, her head lowered as her trembling hands continued to fiddle with the basin of water. My stomach twisted into knots, fear spreading through me like wildfire. Kieran's gaze stayed fixed on me, and his smirk grew wider, crueler, as if he was enjoying my discomfort.
"Looks like your mate is more stubborn than I expected," Kieran said, his tone mocking and full of amusement. "Even after the little show we put on for him, he's still sniffing around. Like a dog who refuses to let go of a bone."
I hate how Titus was so stubborn. He should be focusing on winning back the throne rather than finding me. That man really can't take a hint.
Kieran furned to the old woman, his expression hard and commanding. "We're moving the bidding up," he said firmly. "It starts now. We need to get this over with before anything... unexpected happens."
The old woman nodded quickly, her hands shaking as she clutched the cloth. "Yes, of course," she murmured softly, barely able to meet his eyes. But for a split second, she glanced at me, and in her gaze, I saw a silent message: Be ready. Kieran turned back to me, his smirk fading into a cold, threatening expression. "Don't get any ideas, Sage," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You're mine to sell, and there's nothing your precious mate can do to stop it."
I clenched my fists tightly, meeting.his gaze even though fear clawed at me from the inside. I refused to show him any weakness. If I did, he'd pounce on it, and I couldn't afford that. I forced a shaky breath and held my ground, my mind racing. My escape was now a battle against time.
Kieran left the room, the door slamming shut behind him with an echo that made my heart jump. The old woman's hand found mine and gave it a firm squeeze. "We don't have much time to plan. Do what you have to do, and let's pray that the moon goddess is looking upon you, child."
I nodded, my chest tight with fear and determination. I couldn't afford to freeze now. Not when my child's life and mine depended on it.
No matter what it took, I was going to escape this nightmare.
The plan was simple but dangerously fragile. It was based entirely on timing, luck, and the bravery of one old woman whose name I still didn't know. The bidding was the only moment the guards would be distracted, their attention fixed on the stage and the chaos of the crowd. It would also be the only time my door would be unlocked.
1 sat on the edge of the small bed, the weight of the plan pressing heavily on my chest. The old woman stood by the door, her calm demeanor hiding the risk she was about to take.
"As soon as you step on that stage, I'll find a way to turn off the lights. When the blackout happens, you'll have exactly five minutes-maybe less," the old woman whispered, her voice low but firm. There was an urgency in her tone that made my heart race even faster. "The darkness won't last long, but it should give you just enough time to escape. Do you remember
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the path Field you?-i
I nodded quickly, swallowing hard against the lump in my thro shed described to me earlier, but that didn't make the thought hallway, past the storage rooms, then take the second staircase despite my effort to keep it steady.
I had memorized every twist, turn, and step of the route carrying it out any less terrifying. "I go down the left to the main exit," I repeated, my voice shaking slightly
"Good girl, she murmured, offering me a soft, encouraging smile as she placed her warm, steady hand on my trembling shoulder. "And remember, keep your head down, move quickly, and don't stop for anyone. Trust no one, child. If you're caught..."
Her voice faltered, but she didn't need to finish. The weight of lier unspoken warning pressed down on me like a heavy stone. If I were caught, there wouldn't be another chance. The thought made the air feel thinner, harder to breathe.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible as emotion choked me. Gratitude, fear, and desperation all swirled inside me, threatening to spill over. "For everything."
Her grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, reassuring me. "The Moon Goddess watches over those who are pure of heart," she said softly, her voice full of quiet conviction. "You and your child will make it through this. Believe in that, and don't lose hope."
I nodded again, a small surge of determination rising within me despite the fear threatening to pull me under. I didn't just have myself to fight for now-I had my child. For them, I would find the strength to see this through.
"Be ready," she added, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "They'll call for you to go on stage in just a few minutes."
With that, she slipped out of the room, her footsteps barely making a sound as she disappeared into the hallway. I was left alone with the heavy silence, my thoughts, and the relentless pounding of my heart. The air in the room felt suffocating, every second dragging like an eternity.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I couldn't let fear take over. Not now. Not when I was so close to freedom.
A few tense minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, before the door to my room creaked open. Two large, heavily tattooed men stepped inside, their intimidating presence instantly filling the space. Their expressions were cold and detached, making it clear they were here on business, not to make conversation.
"Time to go," one of them grunted, his voice rough and clipped.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I stood frozen for a moment. The old woman's whispered plan echoed in my mind, urging me to keep moving, to play along until the right moment
The second man motioned impatiently, his sharp gaze locked on me. "Let's go. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
My legs felt heavy, like they might give out beneath me, but I forced myself to move. One step, then another. I kept my head down, doing everything I could to hide the fear bubbling just beneath the surface.
As they flanked me on either side, their towering forms made escape feel even more impossible. Still, I clung to the hope the old woman had given me. This was part of the plan-step one in a dangerous game where one wrong move could cost me everything.
The hallway outside the room was dimly lit, and the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Every step toward the auction room brought me closer to the unknown, but also closer to the only chance I had to escape this nightmare.
It didn't take long before we finally reached the bidding room, and the stark contrast between what I had seen outside and
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what greeted me here nearly atole the breath from my lungs. I recking of despair. But in here, it was as if I had stepped into an outside
world beyond these walls had been filthy, chaotic, and her world entirely, completely opposite from the one
The air was thick with the cloying scent of expensive perfumes at swirled together, making it hard to breathe. The people gathered here were dressed in elegant, tailored clothes, their worth on full display. Their faces were hidden behind elaborate masks made out of gold and silver, adorned with jewel, turning them into faceless predators.
My heart pounded as the tattooed men led me forward, I could feel the stares of the crowd, even through their masks, as though they were sizing me up before the bidding even began.
Before I could steel myself, I was pushed up onto a platform in the center of the room. A blinding spotlight snapped on, its harsh glare cutting through the dimly lit space and pinning me in place. I squinted against the light, barely able to make out the rows of masked figures seated below. The low hum of murmured conversation died down.
I stood there, trembling under the relentless beam, as a man dressed in a crisp black suit and a feathered mask stepped up beside me. His voice boomed through the room, smooth and polished, designed to command attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer began, his voice dripping with charm and arrogance. "Tonight, we have something truly extraordinary for you." He gestured toward me with a dramatic flourish, as though I were some rare artifact. "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This young woman is unlike anything you've ever seen."
The crowd murmured in response, their whispers brushing against my ears like tiny daggers. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I tried to ignore the humiliation burning in my chest. I could feel their eyes roaming over me, stripping me down, reducing me to something less than human.
The announcer's voice boomed again, sending a chill down my spine. "And as if her beauty weren't enough to capture your attention," he continued, pacing the stage with practiced ease, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, "she carries an alpha bloodline that might produce the most powerful and strongest werewolves. A perfect breeder!" he added with a flourish, making the crowd murmur in approval.
The crowd seemed to grow more interested, their murmurs rising in excitement. Some leaned forward, eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and desire.
I forced myself to stay still, even though my stomach churned with disgust. But I couldn't stay frozen forever. I had to act. had to hold on a little longer, just until the lights went out. Then, I would escape.
The announcer paused dramatically, letting the tension in the air build before adding, "She will give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Who among you is ready to claim her?"
His words were like a sickening chant, making my heart race even faster. I just needed to hold on a little longer.
Just as the old woman promised, the blackout came like a thief in the night, plunging the auction hall into complete darkness.
I didn't wait. The moment the lights went out, I darted off the stage, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. The blind panic of the crowd worked in my favor, giving me cover as I slipped through the mass of bodies. Shouts of confusion erupted around me-angry buyers demanding answers, Kieran's men barking orders-but I kept my head low and pushed forward. The left hallway. Past the storage rooms. Second staircase. Her instructions played over and over in my mind, guiding me like a faint light in the suffocating darkness.
I felt my way along the wall, careful to avoid bumping into anyone. My palms were slick with sweat, and every step felt like I was dragging through quicksand. The faint sound of footsteps and frantic orders grew louder behind me. They were already Chapter 138
searching. My window of time was closing fast
I reached the hallway and turned left, my breath ragged as 1 hurged past the storage rooms. My hand brushed the cool metal of the doors lining the corridor, each one a grim reminder of the horrors hidden inside. A sharp pang of guilt twisted in my chest for those still trapped, but I couldn't let myself dwell on it. If I hesitated, I wouldn't make it out either.
Finally, I saw the faint outline of the staircase at the end of the hall. Relief surged through me, but I forced myself to stay focused. I couldn't afford to stumble now not when I was so close.
I started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. My legs burned but adrenaline pushed me forward. The air grew colder, a sign 1 was nearing the main exit. My escape was within reach.
"Where is she?!" I heard Kieran's furious voice echo from somewhere behind me. The sound sent a jolt of terror through my veins, but I didn't stop. He was getting closer, but I wouldn't let him catch me. Not now. Not ever.
The final door loomed ahead, dim light spilling through the cracks around its edges. I shoved it open with all the strength I could muster, stumbling out into the crisp night air. The chill bit at my skin, but I welcomed it-it was freedom.
I sprinted away from the building, my lungs burning with the effort. I didn't dare look back, afraid that if I did, I'd see Kieran or his men closing in. The forest loomed in the distance, its shadows offering the promise of cover. It was my only chance.
The sounds of shouting and pursuit grew fainter as I reached the edge of the trees. The dense foliage swallowed me whole, and I kept running, weaving between the trunks, branches clawing at my arms and legs. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body begging for rest, but I couldn't stop. Not yet.
I ran as fast as I could without bothering to look back. I need to get away from here as far as possible.
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