Chapter 7

Norma had another nightmare, a nightmare about the night before she was sent to the Suppressor store. It was a tumultuous night when she was thrown from her pretty attic house into the servants' room, after which her lace-adorned pink dress turned into a dusty maid's outfit, and she received her first beating, a whip on her delicate skin.

And all those were ordered by her "father".

The girl who stepped into the house had a face very different from hers, she was also beautiful, who was the kind of bright and shining beauty. Her hand was held by the "father", obviously it was the first time that she went into the door, but she looked as if she had done it a million times, she was the real princess general.

She gently asked her father to throw herself out and burn everything in the room that belonged to her, and the reason was way too simple, "I don't want to use something that someone else has used."

Her eyes rested on herself, and there was a kind of naive cruelty in the malevolence of a girl of this age, or perhaps she was here for revenge.

She had a long carriage ride during which she didn't get a bit of food, and it was the first time she had ever felt hungry. She rode in the wagon, changed boats, changed to other transportation, and then she was sent to the Suppressor Breeding Center, where she waited to be selected and picked up by the Suppressor shopkeeper.

Those days were so turbulent, that she didn't get a good night's sleep, and even during her dreams, she felt cold.

Then she woke up cold, or rather, because she was about to wake up when she heard someone crying.

That cry was very sad, causing her to chill, which was accompanied by a burst of painful moans. It was a cry for help, also a cry for venting.

It was a male voice, she did not know whose voice it was, but the thought of such a close distance... Her face suddenly became pale.

Having been bought away only a few hours earlier, when it was still light, she finally found herself with a chance to be truly alone. She wrapped herself tightly under the covers and hugged her legs under them, thinking to herself that it was horrible.

Her master was very kind to her from the moment he met her, not to mention not sucking her blood, not scolding her, and even... hugging her.

That could be called a hug, right? It was a tight fit, like being wrapped in warmth, and his big hand patted her back one by one with soothing power.

Her mind was wandering, while that painful moan suddenly increased, and she didn t know what was awaiting her. That voice was heard like a sob, she could feel the pain in that cry.

Fake, it must be fake! That must be her master who was torturing a male Suppressor, perhaps... He had some real intentions that couldn t be revealed at that time, so he had been acting gentle and temperate in front of her.

She thought of his cousin, they had a few resemblances, and he was also very kind to his cousin, they were from the same family, in the werewolf pack, everyone basically would keep the same habits.

But what exactly was his intention?

She was puzzled and thought for a long time, but she still could not understand. Until the sound almost faded dawn, her thoughts were chaotic, too sleepy and tired, she fell asleep in a daze.

When she jolted awake from her dream once more, she opened her eyes only to find that it was not the same roof as last night.

The room was very quiet and she slept in a bigger bed.

She sat up sharply, only to discover that Ethan was sitting at the round table beside the bed, reading a book of poetry. His eyelashes were brown dense, and in the light of the sun, they had a lustrous hue that was very appealing.

Sunshine?

Norma took a closer look and realized that she was not in a room, she was actually on a plane.

The decoration all around was that race emblem on Ethan's ear studs, which indicated that it should be Ethan's private plane.

"Are you awake?" Ethan heard the movement and closed his poetry book and turned his head, his demeanor was so natural that Norma subconsciously relaxed.

She squeezed the corner of the quilt and opened her mouth. Her voice was still hoarse, which was a consequence of the long time she had been bound by the collar. Realizing that she could not fall asleep in bed in front of her master, she hastily lifted the quilt and stood up, still wearing the same silk nightgown she had worn yesterday, which draped with her movements with a sense of hidden good behavior.

"Relax, it's okay." He had become somewhat accustomed to Norma's formality and nervousness, and pushed over the plate at his hand, which he had prepared for Norma for breakfast.

There were fried eggs and hot milk, and an apple peeled.

"What's the matter, let's eat first." He soothed, and Norma dared not disobey him, and she was indeed hungry. She still sat on her knees in front of him for breakfast, as she had done yesterday. From this angle, Norma sat softly at his feet and was gently using her fork to divide the omelet, as if she had become so accustomed to how to try to keep the noise she made to a minimum and make her presence infinitely closer to none.

He sighed silently and somewhat enjoyed such moments.

When she had finished her breakfast, he handed her a box from the table and gestured for Norma to open it herself.

Norma discreetly took the box with both hands and opened it, and the next moment her breath drop.

It was a collar really adorned with rubies, the collar's leather clasp was gold, obviously such gaudy things, but too flashy to be true.

Ethan observed her movements and told her, "We'll have guests over later when we get home and you'll need to wear it." After thinking about it, he couldn't help but add, "Do you think it looks good?"

He was very concerned, when he bought her, in the car, he had someone to prepare the collar for Norma, whose piece of stone was divided according to his requirements. Such a special collar that could be hidden was different from those bought on the market, and was unique to her.

Norma pursed her lips and whispered, "It's pretty." She didn't dare answer, nor did she dare refuse. she silently opened the leather clasp of the collar and prepared to put it on. Ethan stopped her, gestured for her to kneel a little closer, and then pulled her long hair up with his own hands.

She could feel Ethan's fingertips running across her fragile throat, hand-adjusting the right scale for her.

She put on the collar that was given to her exclusively by Ethan.

Ethan's home was currently inhabited only by himself. He lived on a hill at the edge of the city, which was patrolled by werewolves wearing clan crests, and this whole hill should be his.

His family was very wealthy, and being the only son, he had all the glory that came with the family.

Ethan's guests had already arrived by the time they arrived home.

There was a man with short brown hair, of the same kind as Ethan, and both of them were werewolves, he didn't hide his werewolf identity in the slightest, always showing off his bestial ears in broad daylight. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw Norma, but not in admiration or anything, he was simply looking at an object, no different from a vase or a scroll.

"You really bought it, huh?" His eyes roamed up and down, his naked gaze causing Norma to subconsciously hide behind Ethan.

Apparently Ethan noticed it too, and gestured for Norma to sit on her knees beside him, had the maid serve coffee, and said nonchalantly, "Don't you have one Suppressor of your own? Enjoy staring at other people's homes?"

His buddy Bradley bristled, Alpha just has such a sense of territory and hates offense from others. Staring at someone else's possessions all the time like this did make an Alpha resentful.

At the feet of that werewolf, surprisingly, there was also a female Suppressor sitting on her knees. The woman's face looked pained as she lay on Bradley's lap like a cat. Her blonde curls fell to the ground and Bradley's lap, and she seemed to sense Norma's gaze and opened her eyes to meet hers.

The pupils of her eyes were a very beautiful green, like a turquoise lake. But her look was so painful that she blinked subconsciously and tears stained her eyelashes. Probably thinking of some tragic consequences, she hurriedly reached out to wipe her tears.

But not in time, her tears immediately fell on Bradley's lap.

Her master immediately stopped the conversation and slowly moved his eyes to her face. His demeanor also changed, from that of a springtime buddy conversation to one of petulant anger.

He immediately took some actions, brutal and decisive, leaving Norma subconsciously frozen.

His arm strength was amazing that he only lifted the petite Suppressor, and she painfully cringed, subconsciously sitting across Bradley's lap. It was a very sexy scene. The well-dressed man tightened his Suppressor's slender waist with one hand and raised her right wrist with the other. Her wrist looked like a fragile flower branch, the end of which was locked with a small bracelet.

It was a torture device built specifically for her - a secondary blood-sucking bracelet.

He only needed to suck gently, and the two thorns on the inside of that hand ring would immediately pierce the blood veins, and blood would be available for him to suck continuously.

Norma saw such a cruel and decisive scene for the first time, and felt even more horrible than the wolf girl last night.

The Suppressor leaned weakly into his arms, with her head gently leaning on his shoulder.

Ethan's face didn't look too good, and his buddy actually threw the Suppressor to the ground after he had finished sucking the blood. His action was very skilled, as if he had done that countless times.

His Suppressor was just his tool, so he did not even need to pity her.

The Suppressor was lying on the floor twitching, with her long blonde curls covering her face. The scene was so horrific that Norma subconsciously moved closer to the heat source beside her, clinging to Ethan's calf, unable to stop looking at him with fearful eyes.

Ethan subconsciously reached out to soothe her and touched her little face, which was cold as snow and seemed really frightened. He was a little upset and took issue with his best friend for the first time.

He was a little impatient and took a sip of coffee with his head down to compose his expression.

"Did you come up to my place to go crazy? If so, why don't you go home, just let your Suppressor die in your house, do you still want a murder in my house?"

For the first time he said so bluntly. High society always refuses to say all the words, and everyone is saying some while reserving some, but that was the first time he bared his displeasure, and even said not too politely.