Chapter 6

"You seem very dissatisfied with this marriage?" Elias lifted my chin, smiling sarcastically. "The act of selling your daughter to the enemy, regardless of her life or death, thinking over and over in this world, only your father can do it."

I feel bitter in my heart; no father would have the heart to let his daughter step into the fire pit. Therefore, I am new here, becoming a dead ghost in place of his daughter. However, I only dared to mutter these words in my heart, not daring to say a word.

Elias's thumb brushed my lips, rubbing it with such force that it wanted to tear, but I stubbornly refused to utter a word. Because since I was a child, I have known a cruel truth. No matter how much I suffer or suffer, no one will feel sorry for me.

No, there used to be, and now it's just a past I want to bury the most.

Thinking like that, I don't want to appear weak in front of a cruel person like Elias; my pain in his eyes is just a joke.

"It's ugly; remove that thick powder on your face," Elias ordered me coldly.

I looked up at him, replying in a careless tone. "There is no makeup remover here; how can I wash my face?"

Elias frowned; he didn't seem to understand what I was saying. I'm not surprised; the kind of person who only likes to kill like him doesn't care about women's things; it's reasonable.

I bent over, opened my luggage, and took out a bottle of makeup remover with only a little left, which I held in front of Elias. "It takes this to remove makeup."

Elias kept his cold face, showed no interest, and curled his thin lips in disdain. "So annoying. I hoped you could hurry up and wash your face; I don't want to see that mask here. The smell of it is disgusting."

My legs still didn't move; I thought it would be better to ask him. "Where is my room?"

"Second floor, first room on the left," Elias said coldly, his eyes full of passion on the snake gave me chills.

When I passed him, the snake suddenly reached out, sticking out its long tongue, scaring me so much that my soul flew away. Luckily, I wasn't so frustrated that I screamed.

But from one angle, I realized that Elias' and his snake's eyes were very similar, cold, and emotionless. It's also true for a cold-blooded person like him; keeping a cold-blooded pet is more appropriate.

The room Elias arranged for me was perfect; I looked around, and everything was decorated elegantly, but I don't like dark colors like this. It feels both cold and gloomy. However, it suits Elias' personality; everything in this house is as bleak as he is.

The huge bathroom had a soaking tub, which I had never used before. Standing motionless for a moment, I walked over slowly, reaching out to touch the side of the tub. Previously I was only allowed to scrub it; unexpectedly, one day, I was allowed to walk in, rinse with warm water, and soak in it.

I close my eyes and enjoy a little. No matter how dire the situation I was in, at least I had to find some joy for myself; life after that was a little more comfortable.

After I finished showering, I discovered something terrible. I forgot to bring a towel and couldn't wear the clothes I was drenched in. While I was messing around, a long white towel caught my eye.

Without thinking much, I reached out and took it down. Above is a very characteristic masculine solid scent; this house is only Elias, so this is his towel.

I cleaned myself, got dressed, and went out.

When I opened the door, I saw Elias sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, smoking. I breathed a sigh of relief when I no longer saw the snake on him, but I didn't understand why he followed me there.

Then suddenly, I realized this was not my room but with him. But he hates me very much and has no intention of considering me as his wife; what does he want from me in the end?

As I approached, Elias' jet-black eyebrows furrowed tightly as if he was displeased with something. I don't care because he has never been satisfied since I entered this house.

"You used my towel?" Elias spoke as he passed me.

I was surprised because I didn't expect the first question he asked to be this; I nodded honestly. "I forgot my towel earlier, so I just…."

Before I could finish my sentence, Elias stormed into the bathroom, grabbed the towel, and roughly threw it in the trash in under five seconds.

I swallowed the words that were about to come to my mouth, I wanted to apologize to him, but it seemed I didn't need it anymore. Elias' actions made me feel hurt and cranky. "If you don't like it, you can say, next time I die, I won't touch it. If it's dirty, I can wash it for you. Does it have to be so ferocious?"

Elias stepped out, the killing intent surrounding him growing thicker and thicker. "No matter how you wash it, it will never get rid of the disgusting smell of you and your family," Elias emphasized the last few words, the danger skyrocketing.

I shivered involuntarily; he looked even scarier than when I insulted him earlier.

"I said the consequences if you dare to seduce me; do you forget so quickly?" Elias strode in front of me.

"I am not seducing you. Honestly, I forgot my towel, so I used yours. If you dislike it, I won't touch it anymore. But just because of that, you think I'm seducing you. Do you have a mental illness?" My self-esteem was deeply hurt; in anger, I forgot something more important than self-esteem: life.

Realizing the danger, I wanted to dodge but couldn't. Elias's five iron-hard fingers gripped my neck, his eyes as terrifying as the devils.

Did he want to kill me on my wedding day?

Elias wasn't joking; the strength of his hand grew stronger by the day. My throat began to sting like a knife; the blockage made it impossible for me to breathe. My arms and legs were flailing around, and my face was red. The feeling of lack of oxygen became more and more severe, causing my mind to become hazy and my vision to blur.

"Didn't you beg for my life?" Elias sneered sarcastically.

If I had enough strength left, I would definitely answer him with a sentence. 'Don't dream!'

But unfortunately, at this moment, I don't have the strength to breathe, and every second that passes becomes difficult. When I reached the line between life and death, Elias suddenly let go of my hand, so my body fell onto the bed.

I clutched my aching neck, opening my mouth wide to gulp air. Seeing me breathing hard, the corner of Elias' lips curled up into a cruel smile. "Remember, today is just a warning. If next time I'm bad at your lowly seductions in front of me, I won't hold back."

I looked up at Elias and was about to open my mouth to answer him, but then discovered that my throat was hoarse; just now, he wanted to kill me, so he didn't have any mercy but suddenly stopped.

Does he shed pity on a weakling like me?

Elias' knife-sharp gaze on me sent chills down my spine; he spoke with a steely voice. "Give me the phone; you cannot contact your family from today."

I froze momentarily and then frowned, not expecting Elias to want to take control of my freedom as well. If the real one who got married here were Stella, she would go crazy, because for her the phone is a treasure that can't be left behind. But I don't have a cell phone of my own, so I can't give it to Elias.

"I do not have." I raise my voice hoarse; whenever I talk, my throat hurts like it's about to tear.

Elias, of course, did not believe such nonsense; he crouched down, and the air around him became dangerous. "You really know how to joke. Could the consequences of your earlier opposition not have changed to a little bit of your obedience?"

I knew he wouldn't believe it even if he explained it, so I carried the luggage bag in front of him. "If you don't believe me, you can check; I have nowhere to hide except for it. If you still don't believe me, I have no choice."

Elias pursed his lips, his tone cold. "Then there's no need."

When he held out his hand, I jumped back, and when I looked up, I met his smiling eyes. Although he was smiling, he only gave me fear; he looked as dangerous as the morning snake he raised.

"Looks like you're scared too." Elias fondly touched my neck. "You have a bit of beauty at first glance, but you don't seem like Ryder."

I felt that Elias' gaze was too sharp; it made me unable to breathe, fearing that my false identity would be revealed; I had to lie. "I look like my mother…."

Elias continued to caress my neck, only raising her cold voice. "Really? But I don't see it that way."

That's right, and I'm not their biological child; of course, I'm not like them.

I strained to swallow. "Children don't all grow up to be like their parents are normal. Could it be that Alpha knows a lot but doesn't know this?"

Elias suddenly rubs hard on the wound on my neck; her eyes don't show any warmth. "Best of all, you don't let me find out anything. If not...."

Elias paused to stimulate my curiosity and raised the fear in my heart to the highest level.

He said nothing but went out on the balcony to smoke; his appearance reminded me of Asher. He broke my heart, but I couldn't immediately get him out of my head. Sometimes I feel extreme, but sometimes I am so weak that I hate myself.

'Stop thinking about it; he dumped you,' I whispered.

What I need to worry about most right now is how to have this peaceful life. On the surface, this marriage is a peace between the two Packs; inside, I'm afraid there is some big conspiracy I don't know. Elias also didn't want to marry me, even almost killed me; how did I gain his trust?

If the truth is revealed, not only will Blue Moon be in trouble, I will have a hard time living. I don't know where I'm going if he kicks me out of here. Blue Moon won't host a useless werewolf like me; the world has nowhere to give me a home.

While I was thinking about it, Elias came back.

I looked at him, and he also noticed my gaze, so he turned his head, his thin lips curled dangerously. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I want to negotiate." I raise my voice low.

I have no confidence or hope in this negotiation, mainly saying it is just hoping for a little chance of survival.

But when I looked into Elias' fierce eyes, I suddenly shrank back like a turtle. My little hope was also shattered like foam.

"What right do you have to negotiate with me? Don't you know your place?" Elias lifted my chin to face his cold face.

I turned my face away, wanting to dodge, but Elias's hand gripped the back of my neck like an iron bar holding my movement.

"But it also sounds interesting; tell me, what do you want?" Elias raised the corner of her lips.

His smile carried a clear threat; if I said a too harsh word, I was afraid he would break my neck in an instant.

"I just want to have a peaceful life." I nervously said, afraid to make him unhappy again; the only one who would suffer would be me.

Elias paused for a moment, puzzled by my words, and raised his eyebrows mockingly. "Peaceful? What is your definition of a peaceful life? I don't mind at all. But once you've become my nominal wife and Blue Moon's Luna, then..." He paused, his eyes twinkling like devils. "Don't expect a peaceful life; care about when you will be hunted and when you will lose your life. I give you this noble position to want every day, every hour, every minute, every second you live in fear, not a moment of comfort."