As the auctioneer's gavel was about to fall, signaling the end of bidding, Scaramouche intervened. With a flourish, he outbid the rest, claiming you as his own. Murmurs and protests echoed through the hall, but none dared challenge the alpha's authority. Intent on departing, Scaramouche's gaze unexpectedly met your eyes, revealing a flicker of recognition. Curiosity piqued, he hesitated, pondering the inexplicable familiarity that tugged at his mind.