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Auctioned To The Pack Alpha
HIGHEST BIDDER
OLIVIA T. TURNER
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To all the women waiting for one of my bear shifters to arrive in real life.
Back of the line, bitches.
Contents
Copyright
About
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
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About
I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff in my life, but an auction for women?
That’s got to be on top of the list.
And they want to use my ranch for their next one.
It’s secluded in the Montana mountains where no one will interrupt their twisted little game for billionaires.
I sign the contract and let them use the space.
I’m mostly in my bear form these days anyway, wandering through the forest and I could use the easy cash.
On the night of the auction, I go check it out.
Not to bid on a girl, just to make sure everything is on the up and up.
I won’t allow any girls to be sold against their will. Not on my property.
That’s when I see her on stage.
I know immediately she’s my mate.
My inner grizzly does too.
Although, we seem to be the only ones who know this girl is off-limits because the other men are bidding on her.
In a few seconds, they’ll know she belongs to me no matter who has the winning bid.
I’m taking her.
And I don’t care if I have to burn the whole place down to do it.
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Chapter One
Warren
The new kid is trying to shout something over the deafening roar of my knuckleboom loader, but I can’t hear a thing. I just see his mouth moving. Fucking new guys…
He’s waving his arms and standing right where I’m trying to swing the freshly cut logs around the job site.
“Move!” I shout back, but he probably can’t hear since I’m glassed off in this machine with some pretty good soundproofed glass.
He keeps talking, but I can’t hear a thing.
How the fuck did this guy get his mate before me?
I’m happy for the kid, but Mitch is like what, twenty-two? He’s a black bear shifter and every day at the end of work, his mate is there to meet him in a mini-skirt and with a big kiss. I can’t even look.
Meanwhile, I’m thirty-three and no one is ever there to greet me. Twelve years of logging in these mountains and I’m yet to get off work and be greeted with a warm kiss.
“Move!” I shout again when he keeps talking as if I can hear a fucking thing over these loud machines. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. “I said MOVE! Oh, fuck this.”
I swing the huge metal claw that’s gripping three tree trunks and he leaps out of the way when it comes swinging at his head.
Some people can only learn the hard way. I told him multiple times not to stand near the machines while they’re going, but it hasn’t gotten through his thick skull. Maybe the sight of three giant logs flying at his fucking forehead will finally get it through.
He ducks under the logs and comes running up to the machine. I drop the logs on the pile where Sanders is watching the whole scene while shaking his head. Mitch gets on my nerves, but he drives Sanders fucking crazy. The grumpy old grizzly shifter has lost all patience for the rookie.
Mitch opens the glass door and the roaring of the machine fills the cabin.
“What are you doing?” I say as I stare at him in disbelief.
“Sorry, boss,” he says with his voice racing. “There’s something you should know.”
I wait for him to spit it out, but he just stares at me. “What is it?” I snap.
“Oh, there’s some woman on your ranch.”
My back straightens a little. A woman? On my ranch? Could it be her? Could it be my mate?
“She’s really weird,” he says as his face twists up. “Definitely not from around here.”
My shoulders droop back down as the familiar sense of disappointment settles in. Of course, it’s not her. It’s never her.
“What does she want?”
“I was there to pick up that file you needed,” he says, nodding his head like an excited puppy. “The Henderson one with the contract for the—“
“Mitch,” I snap. “The woman. What the fuck is she there for?”
“Oh, right. She wanted to talk to the owner of the ranch. She had a private jet and everything. Landed it right next to the barn.”
“A private jet?” I don’t know anyone with a luxury car let alone a private jet.
“And she had shifter bodyguards with her. Lion shifters from what I could tell. Three of them. I’ve never smelled a lion shifter before, but I’m pretty sure that’s what they were.”
“Lion shifters?” I say under my breath. What the hell is happening? Maybe this kid got hit on the head with a falling tree and hallucinated the entire thing. That’s a more likely explanation.
“Did she give a name?”
“Yeah.”
More silence.
“Well, what the fuck is it?!”
“Oh, yeah! It’s a Coco St. James.”
“Coco St. James?” What the fuck kind of name is that? “Did she leave a number or something?”
“No, but she’s still there. She says she’s not leaving until she speaks with you.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I put the machine into neutral. I get up from the seat as Mitch’s wide eyes roam over the controls.
“Want me to take over?”
“Not a chance,” I say as I wave Sanders over.
The old grizzly shifter comes stomping over. He climbs up the machine and grabs Mitch by the back of the neck.
“What did I tell you about heavy machinery and skinny little punks?” he growls in Mitch’s face.
Mitch gulps. “That they don’t mix?”
“That’s right,” he says as he tosses the kid off my knuckleboom loader. “Now, go grab a shovel and clean up those wood chips.”
Mitch groans when he spots the pile of wood chips that’s taller than him.
“Can I at least use the excavator to pick them up?”
“No,” Sanders grunts.
I give the old bear a look. He sighs. “Fine. But if I see you messing around with that thing, you’ll be picking them up with your bare hands.”
Mitch runs over to the parked excavator with a skip in his step. He’s so carefree. So happy all the time even though he’s at the bottom of the totem pole out here on the job site. I guess that’s what having a mate does to you. Nothing can bring you down if you know you’ll be crawling into bed with your dream girl at the end of the day.
“I need you to take over,” I say to Sanders. “I got something to check out.”
“You got it, boss,” he says as he squeezes past me and slides into the seat.
“And, Sanders?”
“Yeah?”
“Go easy on the kid.”
He grunts with a frown as he turns back to the controls.
Even though I’m expecting to see a private jet parked on my ranch when I drive in, it’s still shocking to see. It looks so out of place next to the barn that my grandfather built, my dad rebuilt, and I’m about to rebuild as soon as I can afford it. The thing is rotting away. I don’t think it’s going to last another winter without collapsing.
I park in front of the large six-bedroom house that I grew up in. It was filled with my loving parents and four sisters, but now, it’s empty and cold. Just me. All alone in that big house.
The ranch is surrounded by the spectacular Montana mountains. Thousands of acres of pristine forest, valleys, fields of wildflowers, freshwater rivers, and even a small lake. It’s perfect for a grizzly bear shifter like me. I just wish I had someone to share it with. I don’t even have any animals on the farm besides
My stomach drops when I see the plane door open and a strange lady walks out. Mitch is right. She’s definitely not from around here.
Snoops is barking like crazy inside. I open the door and the German Shepard rushes out and bounds down the wooden steps of my porch. He takes a long look at the bizarre strangers and then settles by my side as I start to walk over.
Three huge shifter bodyguards step out behind the lady as she walks down the steps. The wind brings their smell over and my bear stirs inside when we smell the feline scent.
Lions. All three of them. Mitch was right.
“Are you the owner of this ranch?” the woman says as I approach.
She’s impeccably dressed in a silver pencil skirt and matching jacket with not a spot of dirt on her, which is already out of place enough for Montana fashion. Everyone in this town has dirty boots or splashes of mud on their pants from working on their ranches.
I’m guessing she’s in her fifties. Short blonde hair and icy blue eyes that don’t miss a thing. I can tell this lady is sharp just by her demeanor.
I stop a few feet from her and cross my arms over my chest. Snoops stands by my side with the fur on his back standing straight up. He’s as uneasy as I am right now.
“I am.”
She smiles. It has all the warmth of an arctic glacier.
“My name is Coco St. James,” she says in a confident voice. “And I apologize for the unconventional introduction.”
She waves her hand at the jet and the big mean-looking men standing behind her. I swallow hard as I look them over. Three lions versus a grizzly? I’m not sure how that would end, and I’m not really interested in finding out. My bear might be able to win against the three large cats, but it would definitely be painful. There’s a fuckload of sharp claws on three angry lions.
“What are you doing here?”
She smiles that icy smile once again. Instead of putting me at ease, it only makes me more suspicious.
“I would like to offer you an opportunity,” she says. “One million dollars for one night.”
I just stare at her. Normally, when a strange charlatan comes offering huge amounts of money for one night of work, it’s a scam.
“I am the owner and operator of The Breeding Bidders Auction House,” she continues. “Have you ever heard of it?”
“Look where I live, lady. Do you really think I’ve heard of it?”
She looks at my muddy boots and dirty jeans, and sneers. “No. I don’t. We’re an exclusive secret auction house for centimillionaires and billionaires.”
“The ranch is not for sale,” I grunt.
I turn around with my muscles flexed and anger coursing through my veins. Snoops follows me as I start to walk back to the house. The nerve of this lady thinking she can lowball me by buying my family’s ranch for only one million dollars. It’s worth ten times that at least, not to mention the sentimental value of every inch of it. This is where I was raised, where my father was raised, hell, where my grandfather was raised. My great-grandfather settled this land and it’s my birthright. And it’s going to be my children’s birthright, if my mate ever comes along.
I owe a shit ton of back taxes on it, and with business down, it’s been hard to turn a profit, let alone make enough to pay off the debt. But that doesn’t mean I’m desperate to sell. I’ll do anything to prevent that from happening.
“I’m not here to purchase your ranch,” she says. “I would like to host one of my auctions on your land and I’m willing to pay you handsomely for the pleasure.”
I stop in my tracks and slowly turn around.
She continues when she sees the interest in my eyes.
“We have a loyal following of the richest men in the world. We have been operating for thirty-five years, proudly serving the ultra-wealthy in sixty-two countries. Montana is the perfect hub. Centrally located for our American, Canadian, and Eastern clients. Beautiful natural setting. But among all, private. We can conduct our business under the cover of the large Montana mountains.”
“Hold on,” I say. “Are you doing anything illegal?”
“Not illegal, per se,” she says. “But it’s a legally gray area. However, among our clients are some of the top politicians, lawmakers, and global elite in the G7 countries. Our operation is not at risk of being raided or shut down.”
What the fuck? Something clicks in my mind. What she said earlier… The Breeding Bidders Auction House…
“What exactly are you auctioning off?”
“Young virgins,” she says confidently, as if this is not fucked up at all. “To the highest bidder. My time is very valuable, Mr…”
“Hensley.”
“Mr. Hensley. So, I need an answer. Your ranch is an ideal spot. The mountains provide camouflage for privacy, there is flat ground for a runway, and room to park a fleet of private jets. My team will arrive on the morning of the auction, which I’d like to hold in exactly three weeks. We’ll set up, hold the auction, and be gone by nightfall. The only trace that we were ever here will be a few tire tracks in your field. For that, I’ll pay you one million dollars.”
“And the women,” I say. “Are they there against their will?”
“No,” she says as she stares into my eyes. “All of the women are auctioned off to wealthy suitors voluntarily. They are paid handsomely and go on to live fairytale lives with their new husbands.”
I doubt that. But if they’re there voluntarily… I guess it’s not unethical.
“Okay,” I say as I walk back over. “For one million dollars, you can use my ranch.”
“Splendid,” she says as she snaps her fingers. “Collin, get the paperwork.”
One of her bodyguards gives me a dirty look and then hurries back into the plane to get the contract.
I’ll do the deal, but on the night of the auction, I’m going to make sure that everything is on the up and up. I’m not having any girls sold against their will on my land.
We sign the contract and she gives me a check for one million dollars. It’s dated for the day of the auction. I run my hand over all the beautiful zeroes as they walk back into their fancy jet and fly off.
I squint against the afternoon sun as I watch the plane disappear into the sky.
An auction for women? That’s pretty fucked up.
I wonder what would make a woman desperate enough to choose that…
Chapter Two
Daisy
My hand is shaking as I sign my name on the line.
I can’t believe it ended this way.
It’s hard to breathe.
I pictured all sorts of endings—a nine-figure buyout, a record-breaking IPO, a huge celebration at my retirement party—but this… This was not one of them
“Thank you, Miss Douglas,” the bank director says as he whisks away the crisp white papers and taps them on his large oak desk. “The Avaretech Corporation is officially dissolved.”
That’s a nice way of saying my life is over.
My career is finished and my friends and family all hate me. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asks as he stares at me across his empty desk.
I’m still sitting here with a weight on my chest. I can’t move.
If I get up from this chair, I’m going to have to go back to my life. I’ll have to face the people I let down. I’ll have to walk out and realize I have nowhere to go. That I have nothing to do.
He stands up and frowns impatiently at me. I was once a valued client of this bank. Now, I’m nothing more than a pariah. A failure. Someone who borrowed a lot of money and then couldn’t pay it back. I wonder if he got in trouble for putting his faith in me. I wonder if he’ll miss out on the next promotion for backing the wrong horse. He probably hates me as much as my family does.
