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3. Believe Or Not

The middle-aged man showed me the way to a limousine car parked not far from where I was standing. The memory of the hot night I spent with the man’s employer flashed back into my mind for a moment. Still, I hurriedly shook it off and walked towards the limousine with the middle-aged man beside me. He opened the limo door as I was about to get into it.

“Thank you,” I muttered, to which the man responded with a smile. I let out my breath many times while inside this luxurious limousine. As I stared at the seat I was currently sitting on, the hot night came back to mind. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, worsening my mood. I decided to take a drink in a short glass cup to neutralize the nervousness that embraced me right now. The moment the liquid was in my mouth, it felt like my tongue was on fire, as well as my throat, as the drink went down through it.

“Don’t be nervous, Amelia; you just need to see him and solve your problem with him. That’s all,” I said to calm myself down from my panic attack. I decided to look out the window by lowering the glass a little. My current existence again dumbfounded me. Rows of mansions just passed by, indicating that I was about to enter one of the mansions in this area. I compulsively swallowed my saliva, panic and nervousness getting the better of me.

“Calm down, Amelia... He’s just a rich guy who, luckily, took your virginity.”

“Oh, fuck! What have I done?”

My mood was getting worse, but there was nothing I could do. The limo pulled up, and I ended the talking session, cursing myself. Somehow, I only regretted a little for being so easily tempted by the five thousand dollars offered by that stranger woman whose name I didn’t even know until now. I exhaled once more before I exited the limousine after the middle-aged man opened the door.

“Come, Miss, follow me.”

I just kept quiet and obeyed the middle-aged man. I took my time to look at my surroundings and the house I was currently about to enter. It didn’t make me feel better at all. Everything looked luxurious and classy; I was getting inferior just by looking at the nicely arranged interiors and furniture in the room I was crossing. Then, faintly, the sound of a piano became clearer. I followed the middle-aged man who had been guiding me to meet the man who had bought my virginity for a rather fantastic price.

Chopin’s tones flowed gracefully without any mistakes, lulling me into a trance where I stood for a moment. The man’s broad, well-built back and shoulders made me recall the hot night I spent with him for a moment. Still, the middle-aged man beside me interrupted his master’s piano playing by announcing my arrival.

“Sir, Miss Watson is here.”

The man playing the piano motioned for the middle-aged man to leave us. As he turned towards me, I was surprised by his handsome, stern face. His aura as he approached me was as dominant as an Alpha. I even swallowed for a moment to neutralize the feeling of being under his power without being able to move. Still, I was not born to submit to anyone. That’s what my mother always said.

He took one of my hands without removing his gaze and kissed the back of my hand, making me feel as if static electricity was flowing through my veins.

“Welcome to my home, Miss Watson,” he said in his masculine voice. I withdrew my hand that was currently in his grasp rather nervously.

“You have an... Interesting.”

I cursed at myself for looking nervous and admiring at the same time. I shifted my gaze to anywhere in this room so that my judgment would be convinced.

“Thank you, but I didn’t call you here to admire my house. I’m here to talk about the agreement that will take place between us.”

At that, my gaze returned to him.

“A deal? I thought everything was over when you got your wish over my body last night.”

I struggled to say that before him without feeling embarrassed, but still, my legs trembled. He seemed to have such a domineering aura. He smiled and looked at me with a gaze full of desire for something that made me unable to move. He cut the distance between us, and his fingertips caressed my face.

It felt like he would very easily sway me.

“That’s just the beginning, Amelia. We’ll talk about the rest in our agreement. And you....”

He then grabbed my chin and lifted my face, and then he kissed me; I was like a living mannequin that seemed to be created to be submissive by him. Unable to resist, I sighed as his kiss moved to my jaw, which was embarrassing. I feel his hands begin to unbutton the quarter-sleeved shirt I’m currently wearing.

I have to stop him.

“Can we talk about the agreement?” I said. I almost sighed at the end of my sentence because I felt my shirt button being unbuttoned more now. There was no answer or movement from him as I was about to move; I was surprised by him pulling my body and then making marks on my neck and the mounds of my breasts. I was shocked and could only grip his sturdy arms.

“Come on, come with me,” he said, letting me go when I could stand up properly. He then turned around and left me, who was still shocked by the intimacy we had just moments ago. I hurriedly buttoned my shirt and followed him, who had gone deeper into his house.

I followed him into a room and was stunned by its spaciousness and chic workspace. The large window that serves as the backdrop for his desk is stunning.

“Sit there, I’ll get the documents.”

He was bossy, and why was I following him?

My forehead scrunched up at the question in my head. But I had no choice but to follow his instructions. I continued my observation of the room as I waited for him to join me on the sofa. This room was stunning, flawless and artistic.

“You must read every point in the agreement. That way, you will be able to understand it. Don’t miss any; you can ask questions if you don’t understand.”

I was distracted by his arrival and placed a paper folder on the table containing several sheets of paper. I took the document and started reading it silently. My eyes widened reading about the identity of this man who had slept with me.

His name is Orion Quentin Alarick, the last descendant werewolf of King Collins Alarick, Alpha and successor to the throne of Cardania.

I can’t believe this; it sounds like a joke.

“Are you kidding me here?” I asked, raising my gaze and looking at him.

“Which part?” he asked, which confused me. I exhaled while closing my eyes.

“You do know that werewolves are a myth.” Finally, I said what I meant. I saw him raise one of his foreheads.

“Too bad your assumption is wrong; I’m right here.”

His answer made me chuckle as I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t deceive me.”

“I’m not fooling you. Do I need to show you my werewolf form right now?”

That question made me wide-eyed with surprise. I’ve seen the form of that mythical creature in several movies, and they were all scary.

“N-no need.”

“Then, you already know more or less what I look like when I change.”

I swallowed dryly and felt I didn’t need to agree with this man.

“If I’m not willing, what then?” I asked, still staring at the document in my hand while reading the bullet points. It said I had to become his mate and give him offspring so he could officially take over his father’s throne and lead the werewolf clan as Alpha. That means I have to become his mate and marry him.

That’s ridiculous, Amelia.

I agreed with the other me.

“The agreement was already formed when you gave yourself to me that night.”

His words made me look back at him. I saw a bright orange circle like a flame on his ring finger. I automatically shifted my gaze to my finger, which had the loop on my right ring finger. I stared at the circle with widened eyes.

“When you make a pact with a werewolf, this mark will appear. The treaty cannot be cancelled until one of us dies, but since I’m hard to get rid of. It will only be you or me who decides the treaty is complete between us.”

It was a threat that was both frightening and misleading.

So, I’m going to be stuck with this guy? Forever?

I wouldn’t say I liked having that question in my head where the answer was so obvious. There must be a way for me not to be stuck with him.

Then you’re the one who dies.

That was a wrong and impossible choice. As Rion lowered his right hand, the orange circle disappeared, and so did mine.

“How?”

I was about to say something, but for some reason, I couldn’t get a word out, so I opened my mouth, closed it, and went back to reading the points in the agreement. I also had to keep the identity of the werewolf a secret. Then, I thought of an idea.

“How about... I’ll just give you a descendant without us getting married? After that, you set me free? Isn’t the point that you only need a child to possess your father’s throne and lead your clan?!”

We stared at each other for a moment in silence. The amber eyes stared at me unblinkingly for a few moments. That gaze seemed to penetrate into the recesses of my soul and connect with him. I first broke eye contact with him, then said, “I think it’s worth you buying me for a million dollars.”

“Are you sure you want it that way?”

I didn’t understand why that question was uncertain, as if something unpleasant would happen. However, I thought rationally; the life this man offered me had never been in my imagination.

“Why? I’m not the perfect candidate to be a woman worthy of being with you.”

I saw him frown.

“You think so? Then what kind of woman deserves me?”

The question made me nervous; I shrugged and gazed in another direction.

“Only you know what it’s like.”

“I plan to make you the woman I deserve if you agree to our agreement.”

I exhaled. No, being beside a man like Rion would only cause various problems later, including feelings.

“We should agree to my suggestion; I don’t want to complicate our situation later.”

Hearing his exhale sharply, I looked at him from behind my lashes.

“Alright, if that’s what you want, but the points as long as you become the woman who will give birth to my offspring will still apply. Because, after all, you are currently the future mother of my child.”

I just had no other choice but to agree to that.

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