Arisa

By the time I realized it, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I hadn’t expected the person standing in front of me to be Jade.

His presence was like a powerful gust of wind that snapped me back to awareness.

The warriors looked completely stunned by Jade’s appearance. One of them was already being choked, and that alone sent the rest of them into a panic, they immediately dropped to their knees before him.

“A-Alpha…”

They spoke with stammers, and what shocked me more was how furious he looked. His sheer power was pressing down on us, forcing everyone to lower their heads.

I didn’t understand his actions right now, and I was struggling to endure the pain caused by the overwhelming pressure he exerted.

“Who gave you permission!?”

A single question escaped his lips, Followed by a blast of power that sent all of us crashing to the ground.

At that moment, I truly thought I might die. Maybe soon. And that would be miserable.

But, what shocked me even more, Jade snapped the neck of the warrior he had been choking,

Then killed the others just as quickly.

For someone like him, the strongest werewolf here, fighting them was no big deal.

Fear consumed me. There was no more chance to run, not from him, especially not from those eyes, now gleaming with unrelenting rage.

“I told you, never flirt with other men. Can’t you understand that?”

He stepped closer.

My breath caught in my throat. Though I tried to stay composed, I failed. Feeling trapped and dirty, I wanted to fight back.

But I couldn’t.

I was sure, he was doing this on purpose.

He wasn’t going to give me a chance to speak. To tell him that my voice, my presence—were always unbearable to him.

Then, he was in front of me. His hand moved toward me.

What? What the fuck is he going to do?!

It was strange, so strange. I still couldn’t speak, but the situation felt different. Not the suffocating pressure that made my entire body ache, this time, the man… carried me.

He picked me up into his arms and walked away from the place, without saying a single word.

Why is he doing this to me?

That question echoed in my mind, again and again.

I was sure he wasn’t a good man.

Someone who would willingly treat me with kindness, he was nothing like that. There was no hint, no reason why he’d suddenly act even slightly gentle with me. Yet the bond I had with him didn’t lie.

I liked what was happening to me. I felt comforted, I felt better—quickly, almost unnaturally so.

Until we finally arrived at the warehouse where I lived. He dropped me.

Roughly.

The pain that jolted through me snapped me back to full awareness. He never stops hating me.

“Those damn bastards! And you!” He shouted, his voice high with fury.

I stayed silent, enduring his anger.

Even though everything that just happened was beyond shocking, I managed to hold back my tears. He kept staring at me—sharp, cold.

I wanted this to end.

All I wanted…

“If you died right now, it would end your suffering.”

Have you ever felt like you were being broken again and again, and it only got worse each time?

That’s exactly what’s happening to me. Even after he found out that those bastard warriors had nearly raped me, he still said something that cruel.

It felt like my heart was shattered into a thousand pieces, then burned to ashes right after.

If I could throw away this pain so easily, I would have done it without hesitation.

As he approached, his hand reached for the front of my body, My torn clothes exposing my skin, so his touch landed directly on it.

“Here.” He spoke.

His hand moved to my shoulder.

“Here.”

He repeated, touching me again and again, each time, making my skin feel even more sensitive.

A complete fucking lunatic.

And yet… in a moment like this, part of me wished he’d go even further.

“Why?”

“Are you hoping for something you don’t deserve?”

His voice pulled me back to reality, a brutal reminder of how dangerous he truly was.

He leaned even closer.

“You think you’ll get my love?”

“You know... once the time comes, your existence will be gone.”

This time, it felt different.

I wasn’t angry at him. I just smiled.

Too hurt. Too tired.

Of everything that had been happening to me.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Something in his expression shifted.

He stepped back, as if my words just now had struck him hard. He hissed, staring sharply at me, then turned around and spoke in his deep, cold voice.

“Don’t you dare step out of here.”

“I’ll tell them not to let you have any food.”

Then he left, leaving me behind. And all the courage I had used to say those words

finally collapsed into heavy, trembling breaths.

That’s how he showed his power, by punishing me. As a captive here,

I could be mistreated at any moment.

The pain never left.

After that encounter with him that night, I was truly punished.

Worse—after that night, I developed a high fever. No one knew. I was locked inside that tiny room I called my bedroom, suffering alone.

What was actually happening to me?

Werewolves usually run hot, but I had never experienced a fever like this.

Damn.

Even in my delirium, I found myself cursing, because the face of the man I hated kept flashing in my mind.

Dona howled within me, and I kept calling out for Jade.

I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. I wanted to shut my mouth, But I didn’t have the strength.

For some reason, I believed that if I really met Jade at that moment, maybe the pain I was feeling would finally end. And then, I lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but as I opened my eyes, I saw him staring at me

with those sharp, cold eyes.

Startled, I grabbed the nearest blanket to cover myself.

I looked like a mess, My clothes were soaked and barely clinging to me. Then he approached,

Slowly, eyes still studying me.

“All your life, have you been studying how to seduce men?”

I didn’t answer. I had no strength left to fight, and even if I did, I would never win.

One thing I was sure of: He had only come to check

if I was dead or still alive.

Once I realized that, I made up my mind, I wouldn’t die. Dying would only bring him satisfaction.

He’d laugh sarcastically over my grave. And then, his jacket hit my face roughly.

When I pulled it off, he was already gone.

I froze.

For a few seconds, I sat there in silence.

My fingers brushed against the leather jacket, and slowly, I examined it.

As I moved it, his scent spread through the air.

“…What does this man mean by this?” I whispered to myself.

Was this his way of giving me a new job?

Because all this time, besides treating me as a captive, he also treated me like a slave.

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