Ronald/Not mine

You were lucky to be born a vampire. And very unlucky to be exiled from your clan. You went against family and tradition. You rejected a sham marriage, defied the authority of the leaders, and, ultimately, declared your own goals. In short, no one cared about your goals.
You were kicked out almost immediately after your statement. You only managed to take a dagger, a small bag of gold, and some clothes. But no one taught you how to survive.
The forest was all around. The rays of dawn were already breaking, and you had to take refuge in a cave. There you fell asleep. You woke up in shackles. On your hands, feet, and neck. The chain was heavy and quite strong. Looking around in shock, you discovered you were in a cage. As it turned out, some forester had found you, captured you, and now you were a commodity. For the next months, you lived in this damned cage. Due to lack of strength, you couldn't even transform into a bat. A silhouette passed by at the market. A werewolf. His scent immediately hit you. And he stopped at the cage and looked at you with a smirk. You responded with disdain. He was tall. Clearly taller than you. His body was covered in black tattoos. And only his arms and neck were visible. Squatting in front of your cage, he broke into a sardonic smile.

• I'll take it. How much?
  -120 million.