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Each Pack would present its most treasured item as a tribute to the Moon Goddess, placing it in an open auction. All proceeds went toward maintaining the Moon Goddess Barrier-the great shield that protected the continent from the dark forces beyond. It was both a show of wealth and a battle for prestige.
One after another, priceless treasures were brought forth and claimed at staggering prices by Pack leaders.
Finally, the last item-the most valuable offering of the night-was unveiled.
As the servant pulled back the crimson cloth, a wave of gasps swept through the crowd.
Inside a crystal dome lay a massive, vicious-looking canine fang fossil. Its surface was a deep, blood-red hue, as if congealed from ancient blood. Jagged lightning-like runes were etched naturally across it, and it emanated a powerful aura-primordial, heavy, and fierce.
“That’s… the Ancestor’s Fang from the Crimson Moon Pack!” someone beside me whispered in shock.
I narrowed my eyes, heart pounding.
Of course I knew what it was. I’d seen it in the ancestral shrine deep within the Crimson Moon Pack estate.
It was the fang of the very first Alpha-the founding ancestor of the Pack. A sacred relic, one of their deepest symbols of strength and spirit.
According to legend, Kirby’s father valued it more than his own life. Outsiders weren’t even allowed to look at it-yet Belle had brought it here to auction?
Even Asphodel couldn’t hide her shock. She’s insane!
No. She wasn’t insane.
I understood her plan instantly.
It was a carefully staged “charitable sacrifice,” meant to earn glory,
They would offer up the Pack’s most sacred relic, then have one of their own bid and win it back at a relatively modest price.
That way, they got the prestige of generosity, the relic safely returned to their hands, and the public saw them as both devout and dignified.
A perfect little scheme for wealth and fame in one blow.
“The Crimson Moon Pack lives up to its thousand-year legacy-such a rare and sacred item, offered in devotion to the Moon Goddess!” The Watcher elder at the altar praised loudly. “The bidding for the Ancestor’s Fang begins at three million credits!”
Three million? I chuckled softly.
So in their eyes, the soul of the Crimson Moon Pack was worth just three million?
Belle raised her paddle with elegant poise, wearing the composed smile of a matriarch sure of victory.
“Three-point-five million,” offered another Pack, one friendly with Crimson Moon, upping the price as a token gesture.
“Four million.” Belle raised her paddle again, ready to end it there.
The hall fell silent. Everyone knew this was just a performance-Crimson Moon’s theater, directed and acted by themselves.
But just as the Watcher elder prepared to strike the gavel, a cool, emotionless voice sliced through the fa?ade like a blade.
“Ten million.”
I raised my paddle.
“Ten million!”
The number hit the air like a stone dropped into still water-creating a tidal wave of noise and shock.
In an instant, every eye in the hall snapped toward me.
Their gazes were full of disbelief, confusion… and thrilled anticipation.
No one believed I truly wanted to buy the Crimson Moon Pack’s sacred relic.
To them, this was clearly a public provocation.
A slap across the face of Crimson Moon Pack-delivered on the one stage they prized most, where pride and glory reigned.
Belle’s graceful smile froze on her lips.
…
She whipped her head toward me, her perfectly maintained eyes narrowing into twin vipers.
I could smell it from across the space-her scent, once poised and pleasant, now twisted with rage and rot. Her pheromones thickened in an instant, foul and choking.
Slyvana shot up from her seat, pointing at me and shrieking, furious beyond reason. “You… you did that on purpose! You b*tch!”
“Silence!” The Watcher elder at the altar let out a low growl, his powerful aura forcing Slyvana into grudging silence.
He looked toward me, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Governor of Rogue Pack, do you confirm your bid?”
“Of course,” I replied with a light smile-one Belle would surely interpret as pure mockery. “I’ve always respected those who sacrificed to protect the continent. The Ancestor’s Fang from Crimson Moon Pack holds immense power. I believe its value far exceeds four million. Ten million is simply my personal gesture of respect to the ancestors.”
Every word I spoke was polished and watertight.
Belle’s face turned from pale to sickly green. She got it-I wasn’t here to bid. I was here to ruin the show.
If she gave up now, Crimson Moon Pack would be the laughingstock of the continent-not only for using their sacred relic as a publicity stunt, but for failing to protect it, losing it to their enemy’s wallet.
She had no choice but to grit her teeth and keep playing.
“Eleven million,” she said through clenched teeth, each word like it was tearing out her soul.
“Fifteen million,” I answered smoothly, still wearing that calm, effortless smile.
“Sixteen million!”
“Twenty million.”
The price soared with each of my casual bids. The entire hall fell into a suffocating silence.
All the wolves in attendance held their breath, watching as the war between us unfolded-a war with no weapons, yet more brutal than any battle.
This wasn’t a simple auction anymore. It was a full-blown gamble, using our Packs’ wealth and pride as the stakes.
Belle’s POV – Blood Moon Hunt Festival Grounds
My hand trembled slightly.
Twenty million. That bitch-how dare she?
This had already gone far beyond what I’d budgeted for this move. That money was meant for Slyvana’s yearly shopping and for greasing the right palms!
I stared daggers at Leslie, who sat not far from me, completely at ease, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Three years. Three full years. That timid woman who once barely dared to breathe in front of me was now humiliating me-humiliating all of Crimson Moon Pack-in front of the entire continent!
I could feel the eyes of the surrounding Alphas-some pitying, others amused-burning into me. My face stung, as if she had just slapped me again and again in front of everyone.
I couldn’t back down. Absolutely not.
If I let Leslie-that traitor of our Pack, that cast-off wife-walk away with our most sacred relic in public, then I, Belle of Crimson Moon Pack, would become nothing more than a joke.