"1,000,000 dollars?!" Squealed by others.
The amount both Kings mentioned sent a choking surprise through both King Gathrick and Eldric's throats while leaving King Lucius in utter awe.
"Tsk!" King Lucius snarled, throwing his back on the Sofa he sat on. He surrendered to them, "Is she worth that much to you? I can't buy her at such a rate, my limit is 50, 000 dollars!" as he taunted out his words, his face burnt red along.
King Jaxon still held to his pride to buy Elara at any rate as well as King Emeric. They both narrowed their gaze solely on each other's lips as though waiting for the first person to spill out their final limit price to which the other would charge a higher amount.
For several minutes, King Jaxon and Emeric were gazing hard at each other. Their scowls seemed like they were telepathing words that only they understood.
Whereas the next game has started. The once landscape has now turned into a fighting Arena where the survivors were all standing and surrounded by the rest of the packs hailing at them.
"Start the game!"
"Start the game!!"
A beat on the drum directly opened up the end part of the fighting Arena. Upfront Elara was an unbridled Lycan. Rather than in his Lycan's form, he already shape-shifted to his Were-Lycan form, showing off his hugeness and fierceness.
All the slaves shuddered in fear, taking their steps backward, however, behind them was another Were-Lycan, huffing ferocious breaths towards them.
Fearful noise grunted out of the slaves. Even though they had survived similar creatures in the Artic Forest, yet, they couldn't withstand the Were-Lycans.
They believed Were-Lycans hardly shapeshift but once they do, that means they were in their most brutal stage where lives mean nothing to them.
With regretting breath, Elara groaned at Freya, "You are a free wolf now, Freya. Why did you choose the wrong path again? Your sister sacrificed her life to save you, yet, you did not prove her sacrifice worthy."
"Don't say that, My Lady." Freya cautioned, though her voice was firm still Elara could hear her trembling heart, "It was not just His Late Majesty I made an oath with. My sister is inclusive." she mumbled, subtly releasing her breath so that her fear would not be noticeable.
Elara snickered over Freya's words that alternated with her actions. No matter how brave you are, at the first point of death, you will be afraid. Elara noticed it about her handmaid, but Freya wasn't giving in at all.
"Freya, your sister won't want this life for you. You still have the chance to leave this sicky game." Elara urged.
Freya smirked, "My Lady, her last wish was for me to protect you. What was the essence of her sacrifice if I cannot do just that?"
"You are an idiot, Freya!" Elara scolded, "Do you ever think of the pain and burden I have to deal with to protect you two? Yet, she was killed and you might be dead in this game too!"
Elara was breaking inside. Freya has been damaged beyond recognition. The injuries they sustained in the Artic forest were too unbearable yet they chose her over their lives.
"Do you ever consider my feelings at all?!" Elara screamed hot tears dripping from her hazel eyes.
"We will survive, Your Highness," Freya whispered, voice filled with assurance and trust towards Elara.
Like rain on a sunny day, Elara's heart filled with warmth and confidence from Freya's response.
The Lycans, having scanned their prey, started their attack. Some of the slaves who still have their inner strength to shapeshift already shifted to werewolves to match the Were-Lycans' hugeness.
While those slaves without inner strength were picked up like a speck of dirt by the Lycans. Tore apart like a fried chicken. Bl*od bathing the Arena like a rainy day.
Elara and Freya fell in the category of those who couldn't shape-shift. While fighting her heart, soul, and body on the stage, her brother whispered among the Kings,
"She can't shapeshift." Telling that to the Kings.
All the kings creased their brows, unable to believe that there was a wolf who could not shape-shift.
"What a poor girl?!" King Gathrick sympathized although his sympathy carried a lot of pretence.
"I saw her with a wolf earlier, wasn't that her wolf?" King Lucius said, showing interest in her again.
"Yes," Eldric answered and paused before explaining, "Elara has a wolf who can only surge out from her whenever she is in danger, however, she did not have the shifting power to change her human form into wolf or werewolf."
"Then the game will be no fun." King Jaxon muttered, feeling disappointed.
"I learned the curse has something to do with her silly prophecy. Does that mean she will fulfill the prophecy?" King Emeric asked, tone filled with curiosity.
"You are all belittling me after what you have witnessed me do to the Dravan family." King Gathrick groaned, feeling lowly from their conversation, "I've rewritten her fate, what help can ever come from the lowest of all slaves?"
They all laughed, feeling assured by King Gathrick's words. Her world has been wrecked so nothing good would come out of her.
All of a sudden, the rest of the Kings quavered in their seats while King Gathrick was too drowned in the praises he was giving himself that he didn't notice the sudden change in the atmosphere.
"Mind if I join the feast?" An unfamiliar rigid voice drew his attention to life.
King Gathrick jolted, upfront them, the mystifying aura of Alpha Vesper of the central Nation, drawing the attention of everyone to himself.
The atmosphere brimmed with an enigmatic air, sending quivers into everyone who saw him. All the Kings rambled up on their feet as Alpha Vesper got to their midst.
"Gathric, you held a large feast that involved your Kings without inviting me and my brothers?" Alpha Vesper's horrific voice rang around the Arena.
"I'm...I'm..sorry... Your Majesty. It was... just a nameless... feast." King Gathrick stammered.
Right as Alpha Vesper's presence was noticed, A rhythmic trumpet blew across the Kingdom, meaning the arrival of a High Prince Alpha of the werewolf world.
Terrors replaced the festive atmosphere, cutting through to Elara and the other victimed slaves.
Elara in her attempt to fight the Lycans realized the Lycans were not aiming at her but at Freya who had been protecting her with her last breath.
Every move Elara took towards them they did avoid and aim for Freya instead. "It seems they are aiming for me." Freya trembled, this time her fair couldn't stay hidden.
"They were the Lycans we fought with, in the forest," Elara responded.
On the throne of King Gathrick was Alpha Vesper sitting. While King Gathrick stood solemnly, the gossiping Kings had had their lips sealed and quietly watching the fight.
Alpha Vesper was drawn to the attention of Elara, she was the only one fighting energetically among the slaves. She knew she couldn't win but she wasn't giving up either.
That was the exact wolf Alpha Vesper wanted. He gestured a hand at King Gathrick, "Gathrick, that red-haired girl, I'm buying her with all these amounts on the table."
All the Kings' eyes fled to Alpha Vesper. As he caught their breaths, they all withdrew their gaze down, utterly mortified.
"Yes, Your Lordship." humbly, King Gathrick answered and bowed, "She belongs to you, Your Majesty!"