While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 05

While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 05

Damian Black. 

He was the Alpha of the Black Pack and one of 

Wall Street’s most powerful investors. 

Everyone in New York’s upper circles knew he was 

the last man anyone should provoke. 

He was also the young investor I had helped once, 

three years earlier, when I still worked on Wall 

Street. 

I had never imagined we would meet again here, 

under circumstances like these. 

I instinctively stepped back, one hand shielding 

my lower belly. 

Inside the private room, the auction hall’s 

suppressors no longer reached us. Damian’s scent 

gradually calmed my agitated wolf. 

Damian studied me. His gaze moved over the 

mask covering my face before settling on my 

stomach. 

He walked to the table and picked up the freshly 

printed transfer agreement. 

“Take off the mask, Erin Carter.” 

My heart began to race. 

He had recognized me. 

There had been no hesitation, no uncertainty, and 

no need to test me. He knew exactly who I was. 

I bit my lip and removed the mask I had worn for 

five years. 

The moment it came off, I could finally breathe 

freely again. 

I raised my head and met his gaze. 

“Mr. Black, thank you for helping me back there. I’ll find a way to repay the ten million dollars.” 

Damian did not answer. 

Instead, he took a clean handkerchief from his suit 

pocket and held it out to me. 

“Here. Wipe your face.” 

Only then did I realize my forehead was covered in 

cold sweat. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. 

He pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he watched me in silence. 

“I paid ten million dollars. I expect more than a thank–you.” 

I looked at him warily. 

“What do you want?” 

Damian smiled. 

There was something buried in that smile that I could not read. 

“I want you.” 

The blood drained from my face. 

I was about to refuse when he tapped his fingers lightly against the table and cut me off. 

“I want you to work with me. When Gavin signed the transfer agreement, he left a bank account. number. The account belongs to Vera and is 

registered overseas.” 

Damian pushed a photocopy across the table. 

The record of Gavin’s one–million–dollar transfer 

was printed clearly on the page. 

“You now have direct evidence that he transferred 

marital assets to her.” 

Damian leaned forward slightly, his gaze calm and 

direct. 

“Don’t cry, Erin. Let’s talk about how we’re going to 

strip him of his reputation and his career.” 

I stared at the photocopy. 

My eyes burned, but I forced the tears back. 

Crying was useless. 

What had happened on that stage had burned 

away the last of my hesitation. I no longer 

expected Gavin to change. 

“Why are you helping me?” 

I looked up at Damian. 

Damian never entered a deal without expecting 

something in return, and everyone in New York’s 

business world knew how ruthless he could be. 

“Because Gavin is bidding on a major Manhattan development project,” Damian said, leaning back in his chair with an almost lazy air. “I’m his main competitor. If the Alpha and CEO of Cole Group were exposed for illegally auctioning off a werewolf, transferring marital assets, and abusing his pregnant wife at a time like this…” 

He raised an eyebrow. 

“Wouldn’t that hurt him more than any business. 

move I could make against him?” 

It was flawless business logic. 

But I knew it was not the whole truth. 

If Damian wanted to defeat Gavin, he had plenty of 

more direct options. He did not need to spend ten 

million dollars at an auction just to form an 

alliance with me. 

But I did not call him on it. 

We shared the same goal, and right now I needed 

his money, authority, and connections. 

“All right. I’ll work with you.” 

I slipped the photocopy into my bag. 

“But I have one condition.” 

“Name it.” 

“I want to destroy everything he cares about with my own hands,” I said quietly. 

Damian studied me for a long moment. 

There was no pity in his eyes, only approval that I had finally chosen to fight back. 

“Deal. The ten million dollars will be transferred tomorrow using the account information Gavin provided, and the entire money trail will remain on 

record.” 

He rose and walked toward me. 

“Go back to the apartment, Erin. Pretend you know nothing. I’ll be watching to see how you handle 

them tomorrow.” 

At two in the morning, I opened the door to the 

apartment. 

A warm yellow floor lamp glowed in the living 

room. 

Gavin sat on the sofa with a glass of whiskey in 

his hand. 

The moment he heard the door, he turned, set 

down his drink, and hurried toward me. 

“Sweetheart, you’re finally home.” 

He pulled me into his arms and rubbed his chin 

gently against the top of my head. 

“Why are you back so late? I couldn’t reach you. I 

was worried sick.” 

His deep voice was roughened by the late hour, 

making him sound unbearably affectionate. 

If I had not heard him announce a one–dollar 

opening bid for me through a voice changer only 

hours earlier, I might have believed his 

performance as the perfect husband. 

Suppressing the nausea churning in my stomach, I 

stood rigid in his embrace. 

“I was out with friends. My phone died,” I answered 

softly. 

“Are you hungry? I kept some oatmeal warm for 

you in the kitchen. I’ll get it.” 

He released me and walked into the kitchen. 

I watched him move around the kitchen in his 

loungewear, his familiar cedar scent still as warm 

and gentle as ever. 

A chill crawled slowly up my spine. 

Those were the same hands that had orchestrated 

the bidding and tried to hand me over to a 

stranger. 

Now he held a delicate porcelain bowl, blew gently 

over a spoonful of oatmeal, and brought it to my 

lips. 

“Here. Careful, it’s hot.” 

He sat beside me and held a spoonful to my 

mouth, his eyes unbearably tender. 

I stared at the spoon without opening my mouth. 

“Gavin.” I kept my eyes fixed on his. “I had a terrible 

dream tonight.” 

His hand paused, and a drop of oatmeal spilled 

from the spoon. 

“What did you dream about?” he asked, his smile. 

flawless. 

“I dreamed someone kidnapped me and threw me 

onto a dark stage. They sold me as though I were 

nothing more than an object.” 

I studied every flicker of emotion on his face. 

“And the man who put me up for sale… his voice. 

sounded a lot like yours.” 

The porcelain spoon struck the edge of the bowl 

with a sharp clink. Gavin’s pupils contracted, but 

he hid the reaction almost instantly and reached 

out to touch my forehead. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said with manufactured 

affection. “Pregnancy makes your senses and 

emotions more sensitive. Don’t let your 

imagination run wild. I’m your husband. How could 

I ever sell you? Besides, who would dare touch the 

Cole Alpha’s wife?” 

He gently pinched my cheek. 

“Come on, eat. Then get some rest. Vera said she’s 

coming to see you tomorrow. She even brought 

some supplements back from Canada.” 

Vera was coming. 

I lowered my eyes so he would not see my 

reaction. 

“All right. I haven’t seen her in a long time either.” 

Since they intended to keep deceiving me, I would 

pretend I knew nothing until I had collected every 

piece of evidence I needed.