Embracing true self

Mia's POV 

The sharp word "pet" echoed in my mind, its weight suffocating my thoughts. My heart pounded against my ribs as I struggled to find my voice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came through. 

Jasper’s cold, unyielding gaze rooted me in place. His expression was unreadable, his presence a challenge itself. Finally, I managed to whisper, “You… you’re insane.”

A dark smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. “Maybe,” he said, his voice low, a taunting growl. “But you’ll find out soon enough if you can refuse me.”

Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. My attention snapped to the door as the doctor entered.

“Miss Mia,” the doctor said, his tone final, “your mother is ready for discharge.”

My stomach clenched, and my gaze flickered at Jasper, who wore a smug expression that said it all: I told you.

My breath hitched. Torn between pride and desperation, I turned to the doctor. “Stop,” I called out, my voice shaking. The doctor paused, glancing back curiously. Forcing a strained smile, I gripped Jasper’s arm tightly. “My fiancé will clear the bills.”

Jasper’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. But something in the way I touched him sent a ripple through me.

The doctor nodded, and led us to the accountant’s office. With every signature and exchange of money, I felt both a surge of relief and a sinking dread. My mother was out of harm's way, but the cost was unimaginable.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Jasper, my voice laced with bitterness.

He pulled a folded document from his briefcase and handed it to her. “Read the contract,” he said, his tone was disgustingly calm.

My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper, my eyes scanning the dense text. Each line made my stomach churn. No personal freedom. No refusal of demands. Limited contact with my mother.

“This… this is slavery!” I shouted, the paper crumpling in my fists.

Jasper chuckled, low and dark. “Call it what you like, Miss Montana. But you don’t have a choice.”

Fury blazed in my eyes as I glared at him, but I knew I was trapped. With shaking hands, I signed the contract.

The two weeks in Jasper’s mansion were suffocating. I stayed confined to my room, my mind haunted by thoughts of my mother. Guilt weighed heavily on me, but so did resentment towards the man who now controlled my life. But despite everything, he unraveled me in ways I couldn't explain, and I hated it.

One evening, I was pacing my room when Jasper stormed in. “Get dressed,” he ordered. “You have an assignment.”

I crossed my arms defiantly. "What assignment?"

Jasper’s brows knitted together as if he had never expected me to ask. "You are to seduce a bastard who double-crossed me."

“And if I refuse?” I snapped back.

Jasper’s eyes darkened. “You know the answer. I paid a fortune to you. You can't refuse," his final tone.

Reluctantly, I changed into my usual clothes, but when Jasper saw me, he frowned and called for something more provocative. Minutes later, a tight dress arrived, one that would cleave to my curves like a second skin, exposing my cleavage and thighs.

“I’m not wearing this,” I snapped.

“You will,” he said, his voice brooking no argument.

When I finally stepped out, I could feel his gaze on me, a heated hunger that made my skin crawl. But I pushed it down, ignoring the way my body betrayed me in that dress.

At the private club, I felt exposed, every lustful gaze making my skin crawl with disgust. I spotted Jasper's target at a secluded table and approached cautiously, my heart pounding.

“Mind if I join you?” i asked, my voice soft and alluring.

The man's eyes scanned me greedily, unaware of the tragedy that was about to befall him. “Please do.”

Feigning interest, I leaned in, laughing at his dry jokes, my fingers brushing his arm. He invited me to his private hotel suite within minutes.

As we left the club, I discreetly sent a text to Jayden. By the time we reached the hotel, Jasper’s men were ready. The man barely had time to realize what was happening before he was overpowered. I stood frozen as I watched the man's life come to a swift and silent end.

Over the next few days, he continued to assign me similar missions, each one more challenging than the last. To my surprise, I never failed, and my success only seemed to intrigue him further.

One evening as I returned from yet another mission, Jasper leaned against a desk, watching me with a hint of admiration. “You did well tonight,” he remarked.

I didn’t respond, it wasn't like I was proud of what I was doing, right? My face was a mask of forced composure. “Can I see my mother tomorrow?” I asked softly.

For a moment, he was silent. Then he nodded. “Yes.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, kicking off my heels.

Jasper hesitated by the door. His eyes locked onto mine, and he suddenly asked, “Has anyone ever kissed you before?”

My head shot up, my eyes widened. “What?”

“Has anyone ever… fucked you?” he asked, his voice dropping.

My back hit the wall as he closed the distance between us. His hands braced on either side of me, and before I could protest, his lips claimed mine.

I wanted to pull away. I tried. But my body betrayed me as his touch set my skin on fire, and before I knew it, I was lost in him. 

His hands roamed over me, stripping away my clothes with brutal efficiency. My breath came in sharp gasps as he kissed my neck and my breast. I gasped as his mouth claimed my nipple, my body shuddering beneath him. Our moans filled the room, each sound stoking the fire between us.

This is supposed to be wrong, right? This intimacy should be between people who are in love or at least married. But, with him.....why was it difficult for me to pull away? Why did my morals vanish in the haze of his touch? Why did I find myself enjoying it, wanting more? 

No, this isn't right. I said to myself, my resolve hardening. I summoned every ounce of courage, ready to push him away, but then his voice broke through, stopping me in my tracks.

"What do you want, Mia? Say it," he murmured, his voice softer than I'd ever heard. 

My resolve crumbled. "I want you, Jas..." 

Before I could finish, he thrust into me with an intensity that stole my breath. The pain, because it was my first time, the pleasure—everything blurred together in a heady rush of emotion. I wasn’t ready for this, but it didn’t matter. His body filled the space between us, and I was powerless to stop it.

He thrust deeper, and I cried louder, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Ouch," I whimpered.

"You're so damn tight," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure as he moved with deliberate care, as if letting me adjust to him. 

After what felt like a long ride, our bodies went in unison as we both reached a climax. I cleaned up after myself, the sheet stained with blood.

Minutes later, we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies spent. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t process. This was supposed to be just sex. But it felt… different.

I closed my eyes, trying to quiet the storm inside me.

And then, I felt it—something else.

My body trembled with an overwhelming intensity. Quietly, I slipped out of bed. Outside, the cool air did little to soothe as my body twisted, claws and fur emerging.

The transformation was painful yet exhilarating. My wolf took over, running through the woods until the urge subsided. I shifted back to my human form, trembling and naked. What am I? A werewolf? This can never be. My mind raced with possibilities.

That’s when I heard the sound—a rustling in the trees. I froze. Turning slowly, I saw a wolf with silver paws shift into a woman, her eyes glowing with reverence.

“Your Highness,” the woman said, bowing deeply. “I’m glad you’ve finally embraced your true self.”