Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 10

Lisa's pov

I didn’t know what silence sounded like until Alpha Enzo said the words:

“How much are you willing to sell her for?”

Not take her, not escort her, not even borrow her.

Sell.

Like I was a sack of flour in a market stall.

My insides twisted. I wanted to scream, vomit, and slap someone—maybe even myself for not collapsing back in the cell and dying when I had the chance. But I didn’t move. I stood still. Watching. Listening.

Baron’s lips curled into a slow, smug smile. The kind of smile that slithered across his face like a snake that just found something slimy to eat.

“She’s a little bruised… but not broken,” he said, swirling the wine in his cup like we were negotiating cattle, not humans. “Smart mouth, but obedient enough when she’s been starved properly.”

Ash’s jaw ticked, clearly unimpressed.

“How much?” Enzo repeated, voice like ice.

Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.”

There was a long pause.

Even some of the nobles gasped.

A thousand? For me? Was he insane or just delusional?

“She’s an Omega,” Ash muttered, deadpan. “Not a princess.”

Baron lifted his goblet toward him. “She’s the most rebellious Omega you’ll find on this side of the land. Hard to tame, but maybe that’s what you are into.”

The air was thick. Disgust rolled in waves around the room.

“I’ll pay it,” Ash finally said, reaching into his inner coat and pulling out a black leather pouch.

A click, a tap, a soft beep.

Within seconds, one of Baron’s personal tech guards walked over, showed him something on a tablet, and nodded.

Baron’s eyes lit up like he’d just won a mating lottery.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said smugly, raising the goblet toward Enzo and Ash.

He turned to me with that gleeful, twisted smile. “Go pack your dirt. You’re moving house.”

I didn’t blink.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t twitch.

I just looked at him with what was left of my pride and the flame still smouldering in my bones.

“I have nothing to pick from this place,” I said calmly, lifting my chin. “Not even my dignity survived here.” I said slowly, my eyes twitching as I managed to raise my face up.

He stiffened. “You ungrateful wretch—”

His hand snapped forward, intending to slap the final word into me—

But Ash was faster.

He stepped right between us, eyes cold as steel, voice calm as death. “She’s now a member of our pack. You raise a hand again, and I will break it.”

Baron froze. Not because he was scared, but because he knew Ash wasn’t bluffing.

A ripple of tension spread through the crowd.

Baron slowly lowered his hand. His jaw flexed. “Take her. And get out.”

Ash turned to the guards. “Escort her out. Now.”

But I wasn’t done.

Oh, hell no.

If this was my last time stepping foot in this rotten hellhole, then I was going to carve my words so deep they’d echo through their dreams.

I turned on my heel just before reaching the doors, faced the hall with the ugliest smile I could muster, and said, “You’re a greedy old fool, Baron. A coward hiding behind titles and wine-stained pride. Your legacy will rot faster than your lies, and when it does, I’ll be somewhere far away—living.” I wanted to scream out loud till my lungs burnt, but do I have the courage to speak out that loud?

No.

“Did you forget something?” One of the guards pulling me out asked while I shook my head.

I just stood there, rotten, saying everything I wanted to say to them in my head.

Ash nodded to his guards. “Get her out of here.”

They grabbed my arms, dragging me fast. And then the doors slammed behind me.

The marble doors of the packhouse slammed behind me, the echoes of chaos still lingering in the air as I was dragged through the grand entrance like I was some wild animal finally being leashed. Only this time, the leash was made of money—and I had no idea what was waiting on the other side.

The cool night air hit my face as we stepped outside. My limbs still ached, and my mind felt like it was floating between reality and some bizarre fever dream. The black SUV parked just by the fountain looked sleek, clean, and absolutely out of place in my disaster of a life.

The guards still held my arms, tighter than necessary, as though I’d suddenly find the strength to bolt barefoot across the lawn in a torn dress and call it freedom.

“She’s just as rebellious as the Alpha described,” one of them muttered, tightening his grip like I’d bitten him.

I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. “Oh no. You caught me. I’m secretly planning to overthrow the government using sarcasm and bad posture.” I muttered slowly.

The taller one chuckled slightly, but the bulkier one on my right wasn’t amused. His brow twitched, and he snapped, “You’ve got a lot of mouth for someone who can barely walk.”

He raised his hand, clearly ready to shove me—maybe to remind me I was still a prisoner in this world even if I was “purchased.” Typical power-hungry meathead.

But before he could touch me, a blur of movement stepped between us, and a strong hand clamped down on the guard’s wrist.

Ash.

Of course.

He didn’t even raise his voice. Just narrowed his eyes at the guard, his tone colder than the wind curling through the night.

“She’s no longer your concern. Try that again and I’ll have you assigned to piss duty at the borders.”

The guard stiffened instantly, his hand dropping like it’d been burnt. “Yes, Beta. Sorry, Beta.”

Ash turned to me, his eyes dragging slowly over my face. Not leering—just assessing. Like he was trying to figure out if I was a bomb about to go off or just a broken doll with a sharp tongue.

“Does your mouth ever stop running?” he asked flatly.

I looked up at him through strands of my tangled hair, blinking slowly. Then, with just enough volume for only him to hear, I muttered, “It’s a defence mechanism.”

He held my gaze for a second longer than necessary. Then, without a word, he stepped aside and opened the car door.

I slid into the leather seat without protest, leaning back as the door clicked shut.

So… I was out.

Sort of.

I was bruised, broken, and barely breathing.

But I was out.

And somehow—somehow—that counted for something.

My eyes shimmered with tears as I blinked my long lashes, hoping for it not to fall. I wasn't sad because I was leaving the pack that didn't value me but because I was leaving my friend behind.

“Fiona,” I muttered slowly.