Chapter 2 The Payment
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Zoey felt herself being placed somewhere soft and warm in a haze.
She heard faint murmurs but couldn't make out the words.
Gentle and controlled touches on her body made her feel comfortable.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and her vision cleared.
Above her was a dazzling crystal chandelier, emitting a bright glow.
Then she noticed Alpha, standing in front of her, whose long and strong fingers were carefully caressing her body.
At that moment, anger and disappointment surged in Zoey's heart.
She had thought this extraordinary Alpha would be her savior, but he seemed just as a disgusting pervert as Tonde.
Furiously, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and lunged at him!
But the man, sensing her intent, quickly ducked and pinned her to the bed and restrained her wrists.
"You want to kill me?" he asked, surprised.
"Better that than letting you assault me!" she spat back.
A strange look flashed across his face. Then, he said calmly, "I'm treating your wounds."
He glanced at the table nearby.
Zoey followed his gaze and saw blood-stained towels and gauze. The scissors in her hand were meant for cutting bandages. She had been so tense that she misinterpreted his actions, thinking he had ill intentions...
A suffocating silence filled the air. Realizing she might have misunderstood, Zoey felt a tinge of embarrassment.
Even more awkward was their current position - he was almost pressed against her, her full breasts pushed up against him.
More than that, he could feel the heat from his body. Yet his shirt buttons were cold, which rubbed against her sensitive n*****s, making them even redder.
With his every breath, her n*****s were gently brushed, sending electric waves through her body. Oh god, she was getting wet...
The man, however, seemed completely uninterested in the naked beauty before him. He asked in a deep voice, "If I let you go, will you drop the scissors?"
"Yeah..." Zoey nodded.
He released her, and Zoey immediately dropped the scissors.
"I'm sorry. I-I thought you were like Tonde and wanted to do something to me..." she murmured.
Raising his eyebrows, he replied coolly, "I'm not that despicable."
"So, sir, you bought me. What do you want from me?" Zoey asked, recalling the words she heard before she passed out.
The man didn't answer her directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you know a woman named Mona? Maybe you're connected to her somehow?"
His gaze locked onto her face, eager for a response.
"Mona?" Zoey searched her memory but finally shook her head. "Sorry, I don't know her."
"But you look so much like her..." he muttered, almost to himself.
Zoey didn't catch what he said and asked, "Excuse me?"
The man fell silent, seemingly disappointed by her answer and lost in thought. The silence grew heavier, making Zoey even more anxious. She wanted to know why he bought her.
She didn't believe in good fortune without a price. He must have had a reason for buying her.
"Sir, what do you want me to do?" Zoey asked again.
He looked at her and asked, "Would you come back with me to my Pack?"
His calm blue eyes held a touch of gentleness as if he were looking at someone else through her.
Zoey had imagined countless answers but never expected this.
She was an outcast, a she-wolf who couldn't shift, and now an Alpha was inviting her to join his Pack. It was beyond her wildest dreams.
Her voice trembled as she asked, "Why, sir? Why would you take me back? I'm just a wolf who can't shift. My presence would only... bring shame to you and your Pack."
"You're so much like her..." he whispered again.
This time, Zoey heard him clearly. Before she could grasp the meaning, he suddenly held her head and kissed her.
His kiss was dominating, forcing her lips open, and his tongue explored her mouth. Amidst their ragged breaths, he said, "Call me Owen."
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