Auctioned to the Cruel King - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

KAYLA
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I stared, mouth agape, at the doctor, hot tears streaming down my face. It felt like a bomb had dropped right inside the room. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. A wave of panic and nausea swung hard in my face as I gripped the edges of the bed and propped myself up slowly.
"I am so sorry for your loss, but that is the reality of the situation…" the doctor was still saying.
I couldn't get myself to pay attention. My mind was whirling. This was my first child, my first ever pregnancy. How could it have gone so wrong? I was still grappling with the numbing pain of losing my child, and now this? It felt like a confirmation that I was indeed cursed.
I placed a trembling hand on my abdomen and pressed hard, refusing to believe it was true, refusing to believe that this body would never be able to carry a child. I would never be a mother.
I cried out bitterly, the pain nearly choking me as I sobbed. "This…this can't be true. This can't be the end. Doctor…th—there must be something you can do to–"
"I am sorry," he said with a tone of finality. "I will have a nurse come in and attend to you."
Without another word, he exited the room, leaving me sitting there and wondering what that hell was going on. Repeatedly, I opened and closed my eyes with hopes that I would wake up from this nightmare. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be my real life. It was all just a dream, and I was certain that if I tried hard enough, I could awaken.
My skin turned a painful bright red from all the pinching, and yet nothing changed. I was still in this gloomy hospital bed, sobbing for the loss of a child I would never get to hold.
I was still struggling to come to terms with everything when the door swung open and I saw Landon walk in, with Miranda trailing after him.
I almost burst into tears at the sight of him, recalling that the doctor mentioned he rushed me to the hospital when I fainted. And now our child was gone. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms right now. But when he turned to face me, I saw that his face was contorted in a dangerous frown. His eyes were dark and bloodshot, and he fixed a murderous glare on me.
Instantly, I deflated, feeling fear creep in.
"So you were pregnant and you failed to inform me?" He thundered, staring down at me.
"I-I tried to tell you tod–"
"I didn't ask you to speak!!"
I shrunk back into the bed in shock.
"Come here!" He hissed, yanking me up so hard that I thought my arm would pull out of its socket. I swallowed back a cry and shook my head. "You had just one job, Kayla! One fucking job, and you failed. You know how important it is for me to have an heir, and yet you fucked that up. Once again you have proved to be useless!"
"Landon, it's not my fault," I cried tearfully. "The doctor said–"
"Enough with the excuses," he spat. "I should have known. Why did I ever expect a weakling like you to be capable of carrying my heir? It was my mistake taking a measly omega like you as my Luna. You are not worthy of even being my mate to begin with. Useless, barren bitch."
Behind him, Miranda chuckled. She cat walked up to where Landon had tossed me on the ground, and her eyes trailed over me with disdain.
"You're such a mess," she scoffed. "An omega like you isn't even worthy to carry an Alpha's child. I've always known you were useless. I mean, what more did we expect from the daughter of a pack whore? A fatherless, hopeless bitch. You are such an embarrassment to the Blood Moon Pack. It's a miracle Landon tolerated you for this long."
"A mistake I am about to fix by taking someone worthy to be my mate," Landon added, wrapping his arm around Miranda's waist affectionately.
My heart dropped. "What? Landon…please don't do this…"
He barely even glanced my way as he kissed Miranda passionately.
"Let's deal with this useless problem and get back to bed, shall we?" She cooed. "I miss you."
I blinked repeatedly, as if to be sure this wasn't a dream. I could feel another round of tears swelling up behind my eyes, but the shock sizzling through my body didn't let them fall. Landon, taking Miranda to be his mate? What would happen to me?
One look at Landon's face told me exactly what was coming, but I refused to believe it. I still clung onto a shred of hope that deep down in his heart, Landon still cared for me. Even just a little bit. But the moment our eyes met, I knew I was living in a fool's dream.
He stepped closer, dark eyes boring into mine.
"I, Alpha Landon, reject you, Kayla, as my mate and Luna, and sever all ties between us from this moment onward."
I'd heard people talk about the pain of severing a mate bond, but I never anticipated just how excruciating it would be. I screamed out from the pain, falling to the ground as a series of electric-like shocks ran through my body. It felt like a lick of fire was spreading through my body and searing my insides. For a second, I thought I was going to die.
Finally, the pain came to an end, and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, feeling tears roll down the corner of my eyes. I could hear Miranda chuckling as she stared down at me.
"Finally, you are back to being a nobody, just like you're destined to be. It was laughable to watch a weakling like you try to be a Luna," she giggled.
I was still trembling as I lay there, helpless. My eyes met Landon's and I felt like bursting into tears all over again. This was the man I'd given years of my life to. I felt like a fool for not seeing this coming. But that didn't mean it wasn't hurtful either way.
I wanted to call out his name, but I felt so tired, so weak.
"Guards!" Landon called out.
Two of them came rushing into the room.
Landon stood over me, pushing his boot against my face roughly to make me face him. "I would have proposed to keep you as a personal maid for my new bride, but you are not even worthy to stand in the same room as her. Worthless vermin like you should be kept in the place you belong."
He turned to the guards. "How much would a measly thing like her fetch at the underground auction?"
My heart stopped. Auction?
The guard rubbed his chin. "A considerable amount, Alpha. There's not much flesh on her bones, but she has a pretty face. Some of the rogue lords would be interested."
Landon nodded. "Perfect. Take her down there right away. I want her sold to the highest bidder."
My eyes widened in shock as I stared at him. Blaming me for the loss of our child and rejecting me was not enough. He was going to sell me too? A mix of fear and anger whirled in my chest.
"Landon…"
I might as well have been talking to a brick wall because he didn't even spare me a glance. He continued to give the guards instructions before taking Miranda by the arm and heading to the door. Fear of what my reality was about to become made my head spin, and I began to feel sick. I wanted to yell out Landon's name. I wanted to beg him to come back. I wanted to plead for mercy.
But I didn't.
I might be powerless in this situation, but I was one being treated like my late mother was; hated, ridiculed, and still having to beg for her life. I wouldn't do it. Landon had done enough damage to me already. I would not take away the last shred of dignity I had by begging him. After all, he would follow through with his arrangement. My pleas had never meant anything to him, and it surely wouldn't start now.
So what was the point?
As the guards pulled me off the ground roughly and cuffed my hands behind me, I held back tears. Just a few minutes ago, I was the Luna of the pack. Now, I was a common prisoner, about to be sold.
Now I was truly starting to believe I was cursed. My vision was blurry as I was led out of the pack house and then bundled into a van. It was dawning on me that I was about to become a slave.
All the horrible things I'd heard about the slave house came rushing back to me. It was a horrible place, where omegas and disgraced women were sold, and most people bundled off there, lived a life worse than death.
We arrived at the underground auction house, and I was shocked to see the number of women there. Like me, they were chained and looked just as helpless. I would be sold and used for countless horrible things. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Right there, I prayed silently to the moon goddess to save me. But it was clear that nothing of the sort was coming.
Soon, the auction began. I watched as the first two women were bid on, and sold instantly to men with obvious lustful intentions.
My stomach churned.
Soon, I was dragged into the stage. The auction had just begun when I felt a powerful scent hit my nose. It was so jarring that it momentarily took my mind off the fact that I was about to be sold.
Who was that?
My eyes searched the crowd, and they landed on him. I froze in shock. I'd only heard stories about him and seen him from afar. But never this close.
Lance Valois, the cruel Lycan King.
I shrunk back instinctively, wondering what he was doing here. He was staring at me intensely, his dark eyes seeming to pierce right through me and into my soul and drawing me in. Unlike the other men, his expression was closed off.
"10,000 gold coins," he bid calmly, pointing at me.
The crowd gasped. No one dared to challenge. The auctioneer picked up his gavel.
"10,000 going once…twice…and sold to the Lycan King!!"