Lahat ng Kabanata ng Auctioned at 18 | Claimed by Two Alphas: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 49

AtlasConrad and I help Dahlia inside with the bags as we chitchat over the girls' visit to the mall. Once inside, I call an omega to bring all the items to Elyria’s room.Dahlia’s eyes flicker around the room before settling on me, and in a low tone she tells me, “We need to talk.”I nod slowly as I take in her serious expression, and I gesture towards the stairs so we can go to my office. Conrad’s confused expression shows me that he doesn’t know what the problem is either. Elyria just came up here. I feel guilty about having to dismiss her immediately, but based on Dahlia’s expression, this needs to be kept confidential.We walk into my of

ElyriaMy mindset changed the moment I walked into my room. It was time to step up my game and make sure Alpha Bennett knew I wanted him, and I hoped he would want me in return. All the bags Dahlia and I purchased today were in my room, which made it hard to walk. My mind flipped like cartwheels as I tried to comprehend what happened here. Dahlia bought every single item that I mentioned liking. This is ridiculous.I take a few minutes, trying to find the outfit that I hoped would capture Atlas’s attention. Finally, it’s a black lace romper with a halter top. I push my hair to the side, grab the embarrassing romance book, and make my way to Alpha Bennett’s office.I knock on his door, shaking off the last of my nerves and hoping this will be enough to seal my futur

ElyriaAtlas stands up, his body still between my legs, his length pressed against me. There’s a scowl on his face because of the interruption, and it takes everything within me not to whine in frustration. His eyes lock onto mine as he calls out to whoever is waiting on the other side of the door, “Wait a minute.”He lifts me up, continues to stare deeply into my eyes, I almost think we’re going to kiss again, but he clears his throat, keeping his tone low as he says, “Get dressed, El. Then sit back with your book.”He leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine as he states, “We can continue this later.”My body flushes with excitement, and I nod as I get off his desk. I put my romper back on while he puts on his shirt. Once I’m ready, I walk back to the loveseat and curl up with a book and a blanket. My eyes flicker up to him, watching as he collects himself, suddenly being the refined and dignified man I know. His shoulder straightens, his face is devoid of any emotion as he

ElyriaAtlas grins at me; it’s so broad and wholesome that it’s contagious, and I find myself mirroring his expression. He holds my hand, leading me to the door, not caring about anything in the world. I ask, “Should I get changed? Something more- I don’t know, date-appropriate? What are we going to go do?”After the heavy make-out and touching session, I feel so disheveled that I know anyone who sees us will know exactly what we were doing. I want to change and feel refreshed.His amber eyes roam over me, lingering on my neck with a small smirk, and he nods, “Yeah, you’ll probably want to cover those marks.”A small blush covers his cheeks as he moves an arm back to rub his neck, looking sheepish. It’s so peculiar to see him like that as he continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you so many hickies.”Atlas moves his hand to the small of my back as he leads me out of the office and towards my room. Once we’re there, I head straight to the bathroom to see what he’s talking about.

ElyriaEven though we decide to stay in for a chill night, I still want to look good. This is the first time Atlas has ever asked me for a date, and I already feel like, because we’re staying at home, I’m blowing the opportunity I have with him.“Elyria is mine.” The words keep replaying in my head on repeat. He claimed me. He wants me. Butterflies swarm my belly, and I want to go be closer to him.I finally settle on a pair of sleep shorts with a t-shirt and one of Atlas’s lightweight hoodies. With the hood up, I’m able to hide most of the marks on my neck from Atlas’s constant sucking and nippling during our time together.I walk to the living room, where Dahlia is already prepped on the couch with Conrad sitting beside her, his arm around her as he pulls her closer into his chest. Food is practically overflowing off of the coffee table, and with a soft laugh, I ask, “What is all of this?”Suddenly, Atlas’s arms are wrapped around me, and he pulls my back against his chest. He leans