Chapter 3 Stay by My Side
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Owen was undeniably a very attractive man. Even though it was Zoey's first encounter with him, she found herself unable to resist a certain longing for him.
His kiss was filled with reckless dominance and passion that surprisingly didn't repulse her. When he forcefully parted her lips, as a virgin, she experienced the thrill of a kiss for the first time.
However, her rational mind quickly reminded her that this sudden emotion was strange. She didn't believe that such an outstanding Alpha would fall for her at first sight. She shoved Owen away and demanded, "Is this why you bought me? Just to screw me?"
Owen snapped back to reality, realizing his lapse. He wiped his mouth and replied, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself."
Couldn't control himself? Seriously? An Alpha with such weak self-control?
But soon, Zoey seemed to find the answer. She was still naked, and she had an impressive figure.
She quickly grabbed a blanket, wrapping it tightly around herself to hide the enticing spots.
"Let's get back to the earlier topic," Owen said, regaining his composure. "Come to my Pack, and I promise you won't be hurt."
Seeing the determination in Owen's eyes, this time, Zoey didn't refuse.
Regardless of Owen's ultimate motive, she had to face reality. She was homeless, and being under the protection of a powerful Alpha was her best option.
She put on the clothes Owen handed her, got into a luxurious car, and let it take her to an unknown destination.
She didn't have much baggage, and what mattered the most was the designs she'd lovingly crafted.
They were more than just sketches; they were the blueprints of her dreams, deeply ingrained in her heart.
Zoey had no one to bid farewell to.
Her dad probably didn't want to see her, and if they did meet, it would likely just be another round of deceit.
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As time passed, the car left the noisy city behind, entering a vibrant, lush forest.
The forest was dotted with houses, and Zoey scanned around curiously.
As they drove through, many werewolves looked their way, their eyes filled with joy and respect for their Alpha's return.
Zoey felt a surreal sense of being taken in by an Alpha.
She knew nothing about Owen's real motives, nor did she understand what their relationship meant, but his assistance made her grateful, and she vowed to repay him someday.
Their car slowly traversed the onlookers and climbed a winding mountain road, eventually stopping in front of a grand mansion at the peak.
This place contrasted sharply with the modest dwellings below, offering a serene, almost otherworldly quiet.
As Zoey stepped out of the car and into the villa, a maid approached them.
"Sir, you're back."
Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cut through.
Owen picked up the call, his face quickly turning grave.
After hanging up, he turned to Zoey, speaking quickly, "I've got some urgent stuff to handle. Just make yourself at home here." With that, he instructed a nearby servant to prepare Zoey's dinner and hurried off.
"Miss, please come with me." The maid led her inside.
As Zoey wandered through the mansion, each piece of decor spoke of Owen's wealth and taste.
Yet amid all the opulence, she felt a chill. It was perhaps this place lacked the warmth of a home.
When she found herself on the top floor, a door carved with delicate lilies of the valley flowers caught her eye.
This door stood out among the rest in the mansion.
The lilies were so lifelike, each petal crafted with exquisite detail, almost begging to be admired.
Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, the maid quickly intervened, "Sorry, Ms. Zoey, you can't go in there."
Zoey paused, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Why not?"
"Mr. Owen said no one is allowed in there but him," the maid said with a hint of fear. "A maid who sneaked in half a month ago got fired the next day..."
Zoey nodded understandingly.
Then, she turned away with a swirl of thoughts about what might be so important to Owen in that room.
Just then, a sharp ringtone pierced the air.
She grabbed the phone, and before she could say a word, an anxious, urgent voice burst through. "Zoey, your dad is on his deathbed! It's critical. You need to come home now!"
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