Chapter 2

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed.

Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon.

His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

And that killing machine will take her?

This idea frightened Emily; however, even if she begged not to let them give her or more to sell her, she knew that her father had already made his decision. And to him, she was just his useless daughter.

Suppose she will use her remaining strength, but who knows where it will put her. All she needs to do is to obey. She had enough of crying and begging.

Maybe this is what she is destined for—to be enslaved.

It was her choice to let them put their hands on her or not. But for five years, it was the path she took. She did everything for her father, but it turns out that amidst her efforts, he wasn’t pleased. And who knows what will be her fate in the hands of the ruthless Alpha?

Maybe even worse. Now, she’s twenty-five; she will be a slave to a new master again. For how long… again? Five? Ten? Or worst, lifetime or until her death.

“Can you move faster—what the fuck?!” Cole uttered when Emily slapped him out of shock.

While staring at her small cabinet, she was in deep thought and didn’t know that he was beside him.

Emily looked at her but never uttered an apology, making Cole angry.

“How could you—”

“I didn’t know—” she didn’t finish her words when Cole grabbed her jaw and pushed her towards her small bed, making her slump into it.

Fear lingered in her eyes when Cole started to take out his shirt.

“Don’t you fucking scream, or else I will fucking beat the hell out of you,” he warned, making Emily press her lips together.

She remained and let Cole hover on her and let him lift her blouse, exposing her cleavage.

She saw how Cole’s eyes twinkled in lust when he saw it. This is not the first time that he has dared to touch her.

“Damn, you grew beautifully, Emily,” he said and lowered his lips into her chest, but Emily gathered all her strength and kicked Cole in between, then pushed him back, slumping him on the ground, clenching in pain.

Emily then took that moment to get up, grabbed the white dress on the side, and rushed towards the bathroom.

She heard Cole’s loud growl, cursing her, but Emily sighed in relief when she escaped from his evil intentions.

Emily leaned on the door, retook a deep breath, and sighed to calm herself. She was still slightly trembling.

‘That was close,’ she thought.

Then suddenly, she heard a knock on the bathroom door, making her jerk forward, and her heart thumped fast.

“Fuck you, Emily!”

“Oh, fuck yourself, Cole!” she exclaimed, making her gasp in surprise. She didn’t think of saying it aloud, but the words slipped out of her mouth.

Cole banged the door even louder, curing simultaneously when suddenly, Amanda’s voice was heard.

“What the hell is going on?! Cole?!”

Emily heard Cole’s devilish chuckle. “The bitch just kicked me on the balls!” he said, anger filling his voice.

“What?!”

Emily heard Amanda’s heels hitting the floor and knew that it was taking the direction of the bathroom. Indeed, she was right when Amanda started to call her name.

“How could you seduce my son, you slut! Get the hell out of there!” she roared.

Emily let out a scoff. Seduce his son?

‘Seriously? What made her think that I can do that?’ She thought.

Emily ignored Amanda’s rants and started to undress. She winced when she felt her body screams in pain. Her body calls to give up, but her mind doesn’t want to.

Since this will be her last day here—she’s not dumbed not to know it, then at least she will let herself become strong just for once, in front of her family—in front of her father.

After a couple of minutes, not minding Amanda talking non-stop outside the bathroom, she continued to fix herself.

“Move your ass out of there, whore! The guests are here, and we must not keep them waiting!” Amanda blurted.

“And you, Cole, get your hands out of her and go downstairs. The Beta of Blue Moon Pack is waiting,” she continued.

After a few moments, Emily heard the door open and closed, signifying that her evil stepmother had left.

Emily took a deep breath to calm herself before walking out of the bathroom. Soon as she stepped out, she met Cole’s eyes, burning with anger. But she managed to look at him in disgust.

“Luck will eventually run out, Emily,” he said. He dragged her by the jaw and pinned her on the wall.

Emily saw her reflection in his lusty eyes and touched her white dress. She clenched her jaw as she pierced her gaze into Cole’s. She grasped the side of her dress. And when she looked to the side, she saw their reflection in a lengthy mirror—Cole, who was holding her on the jaw while his free hand leaned on the wall, and herself, who saw a different her.

The straps of her dress revealed her soft shoulder and long jet-black hair. The embroidered bodice enhanced her slim figure, although she just saw it on the side; then, suddenly, she took a glimpse of her necklace—her mother’s necklace. It came from her father, and her mother passed it to her.

Her father dared to take it from her, but she begged for it. She received an endless beating because of it, but it was the only thing she had—that came from her family.

And at that moment, she knew she missed her mother so badly.

Emily looked at Cole and met his sharp gaze. “Get the hell out of me,” she said in a calm, stern voice, making Cole’s eyes widen.

“Playing strong, are we?”

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist.

Cole smirked. “Don’t think you can’t be mine, Emily,” he said and let go of her.