She was sold like cattle. Now the monsters are bidding for her blood.
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Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to the wanted daughter. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again.

But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare.

A supernatural auction.
A realm ruled by wolves.
And a man who buys her like property.

Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past.

But Lilith isn’t just anyone.
She bears the Lunar Crest, a mark that could save or doom them all.

When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws.

But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient.

But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body…
and now wants her soul.

I steepled my fingers in front of me, leaning in. The air was taut with a tension that could snap a rope.


Kustav leaned back, as though he were watching his opponent try to undo what he had built—watching him attempt to win.


"I must applaud you, Alpha Kustav." My voice was even as it carried. All whispers were silenced as everyone straightened to listen. "Your ability to make poison sound like medicine has once again proven to be unmatched. But we all know it is not the realm's survival you seek—it's control. Your pack has been closed off for years, borders ironclad, dealings opaque, your 'resources' an enigma the Concord has chosen to leave as is."


"Yet with the little trust that we as a council can put in you, you want us to give you our hope for the realm because she is your blood?"


Chapter 21 - Lowest Rank