Chapter 62 The Second Auction Item

• The night outside was dark and heavy, but inside the auction hall, everything sparkled—crystal chandeliers blazing, gold accents gleaming, and the air thick with the mingled scents of luxury perfume and wolf pheromones. Power and bloodline pulsed through the room like invisible currents, each trying to dominate the other.
• Darius sat in the front row, composed and unreadable. That calm, distant smile of his never wavered as he leaned toward Emma and said, his voice deep and unhurried, “It’s fine. Didn’t you say your grandmother loves art? Keep bidding.”
• The way he looked at her was soft—too soft. Like warmth that could melt ice, yet underneath it, I could feel the ruthlessness that came with every word he spoke. Even from where I sat—several rows back—I could smell the faint sweetness that clung between them. The scent of possession. Of something intimate.