Fated to The Mysterious Alpha

BRAKK BRAKK BRAKK! "Julian! Please open the door!" I shouted as I continued to bang on the door as hard as possible. My whole body felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer, my hands already turning blue from doing this every time he locked me in the room. With my clothes clinging to my body, I was still trying to escape him. I tried to escape several times, but he could always find me and locked me back in this room. I don't care about how I look; the nightdress has been torn in several parts, leaving my shoulders and chest exposed and my body shaking with chills, but I ignore it all. "Julian, let me out! Please ..." "Julian! Open the—" Check! Someone entered after turning the key. Julian looked at me with a different gaze than a few hours ago. I didn't dare to look at the man's face any longer, not wanting to imagine what he would do to me. Even though those eyes seemed so calm, it would still be hard for me to shake the impression that he was the craziest man I'd ever met. I

Damn! My head felt bruised when I opened my eyes due to the glare of the light that broke through the gap in the curtains. My body felt crushed as if it had been run over by a vehicle with tons of weight. Some parts of my body felt sore and painful. What the hell is going on? And the man from last night. Where was he? Was I perhaps already in heaven? Because that thing was out to devour me. I hurriedly got up and shuffled my way to the large mirror in this room. Still without clothes, of course. I had to confirm what happened. I was still in one piece, except for the claw and bite marks on my neck and wrists. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened except for a hot night with a handsome man, who then wore a monster costume with a wolf's head or whatever it was called. Whatever it was was a mistake. I shouldn't have gotten carried away and done all this because this isn't what I came here to do. I'm here to investigate the deaths of my parents that felt so awkward-as well as th

I didn't understand what was going on. Does Julian have a split personality that he treats me differently in the morning and at night? Although I liked Julian at night, still, I hoped that his behavior during the day was not much different from when he came to me every night. I love how this man treats me at night. The way he touches and caresses me, I can feel the love in it. So what happens to him during the day? "Where are you going?" asked Julian when I was about to leave his room after fulfilling his call during the day. Don't think that he was calling me for sex. Not at all. He asked me to smear his girlfriend's body with spice oil because she was ready to be fertilized.That line of Julian was, to me, the most ridiculous diction I've ever heard from someone's mouth. Just say you'll have sex; no need to soften your animal-like behavior! Julian was married, but instead of making love to me, he intended to plant his seed in a woman he wasn't married to. "Go back to my room," I

I don't know what happened last night—no, let me rectify that. In the morning, until almost sunrise, Julian was still in my room. We did a lot of things, but I didn't imagine that it was going to be fun. Not at all. He asks me, once again, to watch him and Lavenia making love in my room.I was fed up and decided to go outside and stopped my steps in the garden. Some gardeners were tidying up the ornamental plants there, and when they saw me, they said a friendly hello.I'd forgotten how long it had been since I'd had a conversation with a human outside this castle. And I assumed this was the first time I'd met a human after almost a month of only struggling with demons during the day and beasts at night. However, I don't regret it because I often still envision Julian from morning to evening and wish I could tie him up in my room forever so that he would never leave and never have to meet and make love to another woman besides myself."Is there anything we can do for you, Miss?" asked

I finally met Mr. Emerson, who had been waiting at L'Restaurante for quite some time. I plopped down on a chair and glanced around, making sure no one had followed me here. "What brings you here, dear? Have you found out anything about your parents' deaths? I thought it was just an accident." Mr. Emerson sipped the coffee in his cup, then leaned in; maybe no one could overhear our conversation. "I couldn't believe it when I heard they had an accident. Didn't your parent come here on a private jet? Why would they return to Westmont on a commercial airplane?" Mr. Emerson's words made me realize something that had escaped my mind. He was right. Mom and Dad were very concerned about time efficiency, and if they were rushing back, they had important things to do. If that's the case, shouldn't they ride a private jet instead of a public airplane? I shook my head half-consciously after hearing the suspicions of the middle-aged man before me. I cast a glance around. There were a few diners