Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“The Alphas are going to want to see that you’re ripe for breeding,” he told me when I protested this obscene get-up. “Believe me—you’ll be thanking me when you get bought by a billionaire who wants to spoil you.”
I don’t know about that. I don’t want to be bought by anyone—no matter how rich he is. I just want my old life back. But it doesn’t look like I’m going to get it, I admit to myself. Even if I was free to go, I couldn’t find what my body needs in Singing Rock.
I hate to admit it, but the “Breeding Fever” or “Heat Fever” as Raymond called it, has been growing in me. My breasts are full of nectar that needs to be sucked out and my pussy is so empty—it needs to be filled and knotted. I wouldn’t be able to find anyone in Singing Rock to breed me—not like I need to be bred with a thick knot inside me. Just the thought makes me shiver with unwanted lust.
“All right now folks, this is the one you’ve all been waiting for.” The MC’s voice cuts into my thoughts. “A genuine Recessive Omega—this girl has been living in the human world with no idea of her Were status. This is her very first Heat Cycle—and as you can see, she’s deep into it.”
He throws out a hand, indicating my state and I can feel my cheeks getting hot as every eye in the audience examines my leaking breasts and slippery pussy. I wish the golden ring around my clit didn’t make it so noticeable!
“Be the very first to breed her!” the MC says. “The very first to fill her pussy with your seed and plant your heir in her belly! Now—since she’s so special, I’m going to start the bidding at ten thousand.”
I bite my bottom lip as the bidding begins. The other girls were started at five hundred. I really must be a hot commodity. Who could have guessed that rich men from all over the world would bid for me, a lowly waitress without even a college education? I certainly wouldn’t have.
“Ten thousand and do I hear twenty? Twenty thousand, who’ll give me thirty?”
The bidding is brisk. I wonder who I’m going to end up with and if I can run away from him after he breeds me. But where can I go that a freaking billionaire can’t find me? He’ll have all the money and resources in the world and I have nothing at all—not even my cell phone or wallet.
“Fifty thousand, do I hear sixty?” the MC calls. “Ah-ha—seventy-five from the gentleman in the corner.”
I squint to see who he’s talking about but all I can make out is a sea of faces, all covered in masks.
“Seventy-five and who’ll make it eighty?” the MC asks.
I bite my lip. Eighty thousand dollars would have changed my life if someone would have given it to me while I was still in Singing Rock. I could have redone my house and gotten that college degree I wanted. Hell, I might have had a little left over to open my own pie and pastry shop.
“Eighty thousand and who’ll give me ninety?” the MC asks. “Ah—one hundred thousand from the gentleman in the corner.”
I feel another shiver run down my spine. The “gentleman in the corner” must really want me. None of the other girls they auctioned off sold for more than ninety thousand—that was the highest bid. But the bidding for me sales right over that mark and just keeps going higher and higher.
Two hundred thousand…three hundred thousand…five hundred thousand…
I can’t help believe the bidding is so high! A Recessive Omega really must be rare, like Raymond said. Then again, he’d told me he was a rare Male Omega and his bidding went high too.
“Don’t be surprised if you go for more than a million,” he told me as he sent me off with my brother. “I did and that was years ago.”
At the time, I thought he was crazy. But as the bidding goes into astronomical territory, I begin to believe he might have been right.
And then it happens. The man in the corner—whoever he is, stands up and says in a firm, clear voice,
“I bid five million.”
A hush falls over the room and nobody moves. They’re probably afraid if they so much as twitch a muscle it will be seen as another bid and nobody wants to top that offer.
“Five million once,” the MC says. “Five million twice…sold to the gentleman in the corner for five million dollars!”
A guard comes from the backstage area and, taking me by the elbow, hustles me down the stairs that lead from the stage to the main part of the auditorium. Before I know it, I’m being handed over to an extremely tall man—the man who bought me for five million dollars.