Chapter 3

Natasha's POV

He yanked me over forcefully, then tore my clothes apart.

Watching his eyes, which had just calmed down, now being consumed by crimson flames of desire, "Are... are you crazy?" I panted, my voice trembling.

His breathing was heavy, blowing against my neck. His hand stopped at my chest, unhesitatingly tearing away the last piece of covering.

My breasts were exposed to the cold air, I gritted my teeth, shame and an inexplicable thrill colliding within me.

"I'm sorry..." his voice was hoarse, with a hint of pain. As he spoke, his palm covered my breast, I gasped, just about to push him away when his lips pressed down fiercely, his tongue invading dominantly.

My mind instantly became a blur, the boundary between resistance and surrender blurred.

Until his hand pulled down my panties, his fingers forcefully exploring my private area, I was so embarrassed I wanted to scream, but that rough friction ignited an unfamiliar pleasure.

"You're wet..." he growled.

His fingers moved inside my vagina, teasing the sensitive spots, my body arching involuntarily.

He undid his pants, his erect penis springing out, so thick it made me tremble inside.

Before I could recover from the shock, he thrust forward forcefully...

The next morning when I woke up, memories of last night came flooding back like a tide, my cheeks burning. Oh God, I actually had sex with a werewolf. I carefully crawled out of bed, looking for my underwear, wanting to leave early.

"Ahem." A deep cough broke the silence of the room.

I turned around, holding my torn underwear, to see the man sitting on the bed, his cold blue-gray eyes staring at me, pupils slightly elongated, clearly not fully recovered from last night's state.

Without a word, he stood up, completely unconcerned about his naked body and the scratch marks on it.

"Take it," he said in a deep voice, pulling out a thick stack of money from his pants pocket. "Take it, but remember this is just a one-time transaction."

I stepped back, my embarrassed expression turning to anger and resentment. "You... think I'm some kind of human prostitute who specifically services werewolves?" I growled, even forgetting how terrifying the man from last night was.

He just shrugged, dropping the money at my feet. "It doesn't matter what you are," he said coldly, turning his back to me as he put on his pants. "Besides, judging from your behavior yesterday, isn't this exactly what you wanted? I misjudged you yesterday. No human woman sleeps with me without expecting additional rewards or advancement. After I spent so much money on you last night, your cold attitude quickly disappeared, so I know what you're after. Now, you'd better take the money and leave."

I frowned at him, feeling my dignity as a human being wounded. "I never wanted your money, nor did I drug you."

Not wanting to explain any further to him, I picked up the dress from the floor, eager to leave, but my hands were trembling, unable to zip up the zipper.

Damn it! I took a deep breath, and after calming myself down, I finally managed to pull up the zipper.

In this werewolf-dominated world, as a human, I was used to such humiliation, but this time it felt particularly painful. If I still had my own clothes, I would have thrown this dress on the ground without hesitation.

I opened the door, and before leaving, gritted my teeth and said: "You can't always just pay off every human. Even in this werewolf-ruled world, we humans have dignity!" With that, I slammed the door shut.

Back at my shabby apartment, I immediately took off the dress and high heels and threw them in the corner. Frowning and muttering to myself, cursing the inequality of werewolf society, I walked to my nearly empty refrigerator and took out the last bit of milk to pour myself a bowl of cheap cereal.

Damn werewolves, they rule everything, control everything, what do they take us humans for? I cursed, tears welling up in my eyes.

Cereal was almost the only thing I could afford without using my credit card—as a human, my salary was only a small fraction of what werewolves earned, making it nearly impossible to afford the expensive cost of living in Selene City. But thinking about picking up the bills scattered on the floor, I would rather go hungry. I didn't want to become the low-class being serving werewolves as the man had described.

I poked at the cereal in my bowl, trying to comfort myself. At least I realized early what kind of person Byron is, at least I can continue looking for work tomorrow.

Just as I was about to eat my cereal, my old phone on the table rang. I rolled my eyes, expecting it might be Byron calling to beg me to come back, but I narrowed my eyes when I saw it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I said, stirring the cereal with my spoon.

"Good morning. Is this Natasha Foster?" asked a female voice on the phone, sounding like a professional working woman.

"Yes," I answered.

"My name is Jody Skye, I'm calling from the Werewolf Family Tutor Agency."

My eyes widened, the spoon falling into the milk bowl with a crisp sound. I had been looking for tutoring jobs through various agencies, but because I was human, most werewolf families were unwilling to hire me to care for their cubs. So much time had passed that I had completely lost hope and was preparing to accept a fate working in the service industry.

"We've found an assignment for you," Jody said. "This is a full-time, live-in position, the employer is a single Alpha father who has a young werewolf daughter in need of care. Despite you being human, your qualifications make us believe you might be suitable for this position. Do you have time later today to meet this family and complete an interview?"

"Yes," I said, trying not to laugh out loud, "I'd be delighted."

"Excellent," Jody replied. "You'll arrive at two o'clock this afternoon, I'll send you the address after we end our call."

"Thank you very much," I answered, feeling a glimmer of hope rise in my chest.

"You're welcome. Oh, Natasha—you should know that you won't be the only candidate for this position, there are also several werewolves competing. I know this isn't fair for humans, but that's the reality. I suggest you pay special attention to making a good first impression; working for this family is a rare opportunity, with a salary much higher than the typical human wage."

Hearing Jody's words, my heart sank, and I opened my mouth to ask who the family was, but Jody had already hung up.

I frowned, put down the phone, and stared at the address details notification that popped up on the screen, an address in the wealthiest area of Selene City. "What kind of family would pay a child tutor such a high salary?"