Chapter 6 My Master
Chapter 6 My Master
I had a long dream. In the dream, I return to my home, and nothing seems to have changed. I waited, as usual, for my father's return after sunset.
I heard the door open, but it was not my father who entered. In the dim yellow light, I saw a tall figure creeping nearer. The man appeared to be hiding in the shadows, and I could not see his face. However, I could feel his fingers lightly caressing my cheek.
His lips were upon mine, and his kisses were dominant and forceful. He stuck his tongue out at me like a predator. At that instant I heard the voice of my wolf.
It seemed to call my name from afar. Just when I thought we were going to reconnect, it disappeared.
The man's face flashed before mine, and I tried to reach him. But somewhere in my body, I felt a sudden pain, and I could not suppress a cry. When I attempted to find him again, he was gone.
It was as if he had abandoned me and wandered off into the misty forest. When the loneliness struck me, I realized that I had not actually returned home.
My home, my pack, has long disappeared. When I looked back, there was nothing behind me.
"Don't." I woke up screaming.
I surveyed my surroundings and found myself in a strange and luxurious room. Where is this place? My mind felt like it had amnesiac.
"You're awake?" The deep, magnetic voice of a man haunted me like a nightmare. It took a few blinks before I could fully see the world before me..
A strange man in a grey shirt sat before me, his size so large that even in his chair, one could tell that he was larger than average—almost the size of a professional rugby player. But he resembled more of a peacekeeping commando from a movie, and and I felt a peculiar pressure as he examined me with his sparkling green eyes.
He possessed a perfectly square jaw, full lips, high cheekbones and a broad forehead. His thick, curly silver hair only enhanced his appearance. He seemed as perfect as a statue of God. I swear, he's the handsomest man I've ever laid eyes on.
His long, slender fingers gently clasped a glass containing a yellow liquid.
"Where am I?" I drew back, my thoughts still in a fog.
"I'm Alpha Devon and this is my pack." He casually stated, casually shaking his glass. "And you... You belong to me."
As memories began to gradually flood my mind, I regained consciousness. Auction night, mystery buyer, Manor, Daisy, Jim...
I froze, realizing that the man in front of me was Alpha Devon. He was the one who had purchased me. Wait a minute, but he wasn't the ugly man rumored about; on the contrary, he exuded poise and possessed a singular charm unlike any other man.
He is my master. Did he save me?
I caught his scent, that peculiar fragrance. It was unmistakable.
"I'm sorry, Master." I whispered.
"Sorry for what?" He looked me up and down with his deep green eyes.
"For everything," I replied, unsure of what else to say. My only intention was to prevent my master from harboring any hatred towards me, and I didn't want him to think that I would cause trouble on my first day here. It was clear to me that Jim would blame me for the altercation.
Alpha's stepson would go unpunished, while the slave would bear the consequences.
"It's not your fault." he reassured me. "I know Jim's character," he said, taking a sip from his glass, "and he started it all."
I was surprised that he did not blame me. It was not as if he was alone with Alpha Devon, the other man's legendary brutality.
"Thanks for saving me." I whispered softly.
He looked at me, downed his glass in one gulp, and I heard the faint clink of the glass against the table as he stood up from the sofa before me like an imposing wall.
His body blocked out the light behind him, and I glanced up at him as he stared down at me for a few seconds.
"I've read about you." he spoke. "You are from Crescent Pack, and it is said that females of your tribe are more fertile than others."
didn't fully understand what he meant,so I chose to remain silent.
"Did you receive a medical examination today?"
I nodded, wondering what his intentions were.
"You're special." He muttered, seemingly lost in thought.
My hands gripped the sheets tightly, realizing that if he intended to do something on me, I had no fight left in me. He stepped closer to me, placing one hand under my chin to make me look directly at him.
God, his hand possessed such strength that I thought he could snap my neck with ease.
"It must have been painful." he said, studying my face. "From a Beta's daughter to the lowest form of slave, tell me, have you ever contemplated suicide?"
Suicide? No. Linda had protected me with her life. She was the one who encouraged me to live. I am all that remains of the Crescent Pack. If I were to die, the Crescent Pack would be forgotten, like mere dust.
I do not want to die; I do not want to be forgotten.
"No!" I responded.
"If I tell you, I can set you free. Do you want it?"he questioned.
"What?" I froze, questioning whether he had just mentioned setting me free?
"Answer me."
"Yes.." I replied, realizing he wasn't joking.
"Then let's make a deal." he said, settling back on the couch, one hand on the cushion, the other gesturing for me to come closer.
I obediently got out of bed, approached him, and, with his permission, took a seat on the couch. He leaned in, studying me, then spoke to in a complimentary tone.
"Look at you. You are a beauty. Your face is angelic, and your skin is fair," he remarked, reaching up to stroke my hair. "I like your brown hair, it's soft."
My body trembled slightly, and my breathing became uneven. What was he planning to do to me? I didn't dare refuse him outright, and his caresses continued.
Paying close attention as if exploring something new, his fingers glided down my cheek to my collarbone, where his hand rested gently, causing me to shiver. Then he frowned slightly.
"But you're too thin, and as a surrogate, you need to gain weight."
"What?" I was taken aback.
"You don't think I paid a million dollars for you to come here and clean floors, do you?" He seemed to be smiling.