Friends said I should kick him out. But a part of me still loved him, still thought we could come to terms and have a real father/son relationship. He wasn’t a truly bad man, just a bit wild.
With this set omega I was truly grasping at straws. I thought maybe, just maybe, if Malin fell in love, he’d change. He’d grow up.
I hoped.
My bid stood for about five seconds before someone countered. I took a firm step forward. Money was no object.
I held up my hand. “Two point five.”
Grunts and a few whispers followed. I heard someone hiss, “Who is that guy?”
The wolf in king’s clothing turned to stare at me. A hush fell over the room.
For a moment, I thought I had it. The omega, Kirion, refused to look up but his body tensed.
“Two point seven five,” someone shouted.
Keeping my voice low and calm, I said, “Three.”
Now I had everyone’s attention. Even Kirion’s chin lifted, eyebrows narrowing.
Another counter.
“Four,” I said quietly.
Another pause. Quick breaths all around me.
Alpha Rohan stood. “Anyone prepared to top that?”
“Four point five.” The voice came from behind me.
I’d known the guy from my investment firm years ago. I’d sold that firm for five hundred and fifty million when I was still young. That was before my bondmate shifted, flew out over the sea for normal exercise, and never returned.
Four and a half was a lot. But not to me. I could find that much in the cushions of my couch. And not to some of the others I recognized by reputation. But for that money, they could buy several set omegas of the finest quality from auction houses, not just one.
I didn’t hesitate. “Five.”
Silence.
“Any other bidders?” Rohan asked.
Nothing.
“Five more seconds and the sale is final,” Rohan said.
I waited. I knew I had won.
Kirion turned his head and whispered something to his father.
“Not too old for five million,” Rohan replied. “The matter is settled.”
I was a little miffed that Kirion thought I was old. Forty-three wasn’t old. Not in dragon years. I had sparks of silver in my sideburns, but otherwise my hair remained thick, dark as midnight.
It didn’t matter anyway. I wasn’t in the market for omegas or any more heirs. Kirion wasn’t for me.
“Name?” Rohan called out.
“Tane Summit.” Slowly, I approached the wolf, my cell in hand. It was already live with my main accountant. He had the funds set to transfer as soon as I gave him the receiver account.
