Louisa's POV
Lucian looked at me with confusion and replied, "It's Cocotini. Coconut juice and Martini." "Does Martini mean... Alcohol?" I covered my mouth and asked. He frowned and said, "Yeah. It's five o'clock already and you're already 22." No way! I put the glass back on the table and tried to rush out. Lucian stopped me by grabbing my arm. "What happened?" he asked. "I... I've got to go to the lavatory! I need to get alcohol out of my system..." I panicked. "Why?" Lucian looked muddled. "I... I can't drink alcohol! I don't handle drinking well... I can't control myself when I'm drunk..." I realized that my speech started to get stuttered. "Don't be delusional. You've just taken a small sip." He looked at me and said. "No, Lucian... You don't know... I can't... I don't..." I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't drink any kind of alcohol at all. But then, the rush of adrenaline kicked in and ILouisa's POV The lobby suddenly turned quiet. Everyone was staring at Lucas, who was visibly dying inside like a poisoned rat trapped in a hole. He tightened his fists and walked towards me, with a draft of anger and deep humiliation trailing him like a cheap perfume. The dark and unfortunate aura coming from him was overwhelming, so I picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at him. "Stop right there and don't come any closer or I'll..." I exclaimed. He dodged the flying bottle. It fell to the ground next to his feet and was smashed into pieces. He looked up at me and kept walking towards me, "What the fuck will you do?" I saw a giant crystal water barrel on the side of the table, so I ran towards it, trying to push it off the table at him. But I guessed my heels must have tripped over something on the table, so I lost my balance and fell off the table to the ground. The whole table flipped and everything on top of it w
Louisa's POV Lucas stared at me as he was about to penetrate my soul with his eyes. "I'm not going to apologize for things I haven't done," he said. "Fuck, I don't even apologize for shits that I have done." "You ignored me," I said and bit my lips. Lucas approached me, pulled me up from the bathtub, and tossed me into a bathrobe. Then, he sat on the sofa and put me on his lap while wiping my hair. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He glared into my eyes and asked. "You ignored me... At the door." I lowered my head and murmured. "You can't walk with me into the main entrance. That door's only for Alphas and their Lunas." He said with a serious look on his face. "I'm not your Luna," I whispered. "No, you aren't," he said. "So who am I to you?" I looked up at him and asked. I didn't expect his reply. If there was any, I knew what it would be like - "You're my fucktoy." "You're my property.
Louisa's POV As Lucas carried me into the Grand Auction Hall, everyone was looking at us. My enhanced hearing helped me to catch their gossip even in the lowest voice. "What's Alpha Lucas doing with that service maid?" "Why is she still alive after making such a notorious scene in front of everyone?" "This is preposterous! He's holding her! Unbelievable." "Just when I thought I'd seen everything." "Has anyone seen this girl before? Anyone knows anything about her?" "I heard that she's Alpha Jacob's daughter, traded to Alpha Lucas as a maid." "Alpha Jacob from the Crimson Pack?" "Yeah, who else." "Well, if you ask me, I'd say that girl must be good in bed." "No one is asking you anything, Cyrus." “What? The one thing I can tell is that Alpha Lucas' into freaky things in bed." "If I may ask, how on earth did you learn what happened in his bed, Alpha Cyrus?" "You've all seen
Louisa's POV "What do you mean?" I felt half tipsy, half confused. "I need you to go sit next to him like a fucking little doll and talk to him. Do whatever you can to make him occupied, so he doesn't bid for anything during the auction." Lucas organized my hair for a little bit and said. "But... Why?" I stared at him in bewilderment. Lucas seemed to be pissed. "There's no fucking why," he grunted. "I'm asking you to distract him during the fucking auction and you do whatever I fucking tell you to do." I tiptoed so I could move my head closer to him. "Are you fucking sniffing me again, you little pervert?" He frowned. "You smell fishy." I narrowed my eyes and said, "You must be scheming on something. I won't help you if you don't tell me why you want me to distract him during the auction." Lucas looked outrageous. "Helping me?" He raised his voice, but immediately lowered it down. "I'm not asking you to do me a
Louisa's POV The Red Box is used to refer to a secluded lounge on the second floor of the auction hall. It's like the box in a theatre, overlooking the whole auction hall. I stood at the edge of the box, holding the handles and leaning forward. I felt that I was like a little bird, flying across the entire venue. Alpha Lucas approached me from behind, holding a glass of bubbling champagne in his hand. He looked like a star walking right off the stage. But no performer had his dignified bearing, which didn't seem like something that people were born with. It must have taken years of a stress-free life to make someone behave in a certain sophisticated and confident way. "What are you looking at?" He looked down at me and stroked his face. "Was there something on my face?" "No. It's just... You look like a king..." I mumbled. He looked at me in surprise, paused for a brief moment, and said, "How do you know? Have you met L
Louisa's POV "Are you taking his side, Louisa?" Will narrowed his eyes and said. "You don't know what kind of mistake you're making! Werewolves hate vampires! You're no longer one of them! They treat you like freaks, just like the way they treat Darren..." "Enough!" I raised my voice. I was so furious at the arrogance in Will's voice. "I'm not a freak! And if what you've just said is your real thoughts, I don't want to be your friend anymore." I picked him up, put him on my side, and stood up. I felt so angry that I didn't even know what exactly was bothering me. The effect of alcohol was still there and my mind was like a ball of twisted wires entangling one another. Whenever I wanted to think, I started to get a headache. After pacing back and forth for a few rounds, I heard Will's voice - "Louisa..." "Shut up!" I turned back and roared at him. "It's you! It's all because of you! You stabbed me and you changed me into a freak without my
Louisa's POV I cried myself a river in his arms. He lifted me, carried me back to the box, and placed me gently on the sofa. I leaned against his chest and wept silently. We stayed like that for a while without saying anything. I could hear the auction had already taken place with the auctioneer introducing some antiques and announcing the bidding price repeatedly. "I don't know why I've said those mean things to Will. All he wanted to do was to help me." I whispered. "I used to be regarded as a freak and retarded in my father's tribe. People didn't want to talk to me, because I was either too weak or too slow, too stinky or too skinny. Nobody would pay attention to me other than my old nanny and Uma the Shaman doctor." Talking about Uma, my heart started to throb again. "I don't want to be treated like a freak. But the way people look at me..." I covered my face and couldn't continue my speech. Alpha Zackery removed my hands from my
Louisa's POV "You don't have to pay me back. Money means nothing to me." He took another sip of champagne and said, "But I'm going to charge you for the interest rate. So you have to be the model of my art project for the rest of your life and you won't get paid." I bit my lips and didn't know what he was going to do with me in his so-called art project. But at the same time, I knew I had to take his offer, otherwise, I would never be able to get the money to save Darren. "OK," I said in a low voice. "Don't answer too quickly, because there's another string attached." Alpha Zackery smirked. "Once you've purchased him, you have to set him free. You can't keep him as a pet. He's even more lethal than a python. I won't allow you to hang out with someone like him. It's definitely out of question." I bit my lips again. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so it was really an offer that I couldn't refuse. I didn't think twice and said, "OK. I promise that I'll set him