I decided to confront him, albeit subtly."Maybe I loved it, maybe I didn't. What concerns me most is you," I said, stopping my walk as I turned to face him. "You won't find it comfortable with all the staring, looks, and comments that contradict our relationship as master and slave."Drake stopped walking alongside me, his expression nonchalant. "I'm the 'I don't care' type of person. So, whatever they choose to believe, let them believe," he declared, resuming his walk as I followed suit."Drake, who do you think could want to kill me?" I asked suddenly as it came to my mind. Drake stopped walking again, his eyes narrowing slightly."I don't think you should concern yourself with that," he replied, his tone dismissive."For now, destroy all your worries and concentrate on today's fun," he added."I'll try," I replied, following him as we strolled along.As we walked, I found myself drawn to an ice cream vendor. Drake noticed my interest and turned to me. "You want to grab some?" he
He didn't react, but I could sense a subtle warm in his body."Can you look at the camera?" I asked, trying to capture the perfect shot."Bold, aren't you?" Drake declared, but I snapped the photo anyway."What?! You need to take another one?" he protested, feigning annoyance.I chuckled. "Okay, then can you pose properly?" I requested, and this time, Drake stared into the camera, his expression perfect. I took another shot, and the result was breathtaking – more than perfect.As I gazed at the photo, a wistful thought crept into my mind. "How I wish Drake had feelings for me." But I quickly dismissed the idea. "Who am I to demand that from him?"Yet, a glimmer of hope lingered. "It's not entirely impossible for him to have feelings for me, is it? He treats me so differently from how other high-ups treat their slaves..." But then I remembered the young lady Drake had interacted with before we arrived in Paris. That memory effectively extinguished the flicker of hope in my mind.I push
Sarah, resplendent in her own red gown, seemed to be seething, her anger and frustration barely contained.A suave gentleman, dressed in a tailored red tuxedo, approached us, his eyes fixed on me. He ignored my fellow students, instead making a beeline for me. Our lecturers were absent, except for the female instructor, who seemed to be surveying the scene with interest. The gentleman's attention made me feel uneasy, and I wondered what his intentions were."You are very beautiful, and the gown only complements it," the gentleman said, his eyes locked on mine. "I am Joan." He stretched out his hand, expecting a handshake.I smiled politely, acknowledging his compliment. "I am Daisy," I replied, shaking his hand after he introduced himself as Joan."Can I do you the honor of walking you down the red carpet?" he requested, his smile charming.I declined, "No, sorry," just as Drake approached with the other male lecturers.Joan turned to see who had caught my attention, and his eyes lan
"Follow me," Drake ordered, and I quickly stood up, following him. I kicked off my heels, holding one in my hand, as we navigated through the panicked crowd.A voice shouted through a megaphone, "Search for Drake and kill Daisy!" My heart racing, I followed Drake until we reached a speedboat that was packed."Get in," Drake instructed, releasing my hand. I obeyed, watching as he destroyed the other boat to prevent our pursuers from using it.As he drove the speedboat away from the ship, the attackers caught up to us, firing shots in our direction. Drake swiftly ducked, pulling me down with him, and I heard the attackers curse under their breath as they missed their target.Once we were at a safe distance from the ship, I let out a sigh of relief. But Drake's next words snapped me back to reality. "Don't feel comfortable yet. They got to the ship through speedboats."I followed his gaze to the left, where several boats were speeding towards us. Drake must have anticipated this, as he i
"That was a lucky escape," I thought out loud, still shaken by the close call.Drake took control of the steering, and I released my hold on it, grateful for his expertise. "I felt like my neck was about to get ripped off with that spin," I admitted, still trying to process the intensity of the situation.Drake nodded in understanding. "I know the feeling," he said, his eyes fixed on the shore ahead.As we approached the shore, we looked back to see our attackers giving up the chase, still firing at us. Drake took advantage of the moment to return fire, keeping them at bay until we were out of sight."I'm not interested in unnecessary talks," Drake declared, dropping the gun into the ocean.I nodded, recalling him grabbing a bag during our escape. "I see... You got the gun from the ship," I said.Drake confirmed with a simple "Yes" and settled beside me, enjoying the rest of the ride.Just as we were starting to relax, a voice crackled over a radio or comms device, "Two targets in sig
“Can I help you with undressing?” she asked, her eyes locked on the heel she was holding.“Don't worry,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively. “You can leave.”Fleur nodded obediently and departed, leaving me to my thoughts. I recalled the phone I had tucked into my undergarment and quickly retrieved it, placing it on the exclusive table beside the bed.As I lay down, I thought about visiting Drake to inquire about his wound, but I decided to trust his earlier assurance that he would take care of himself.Before long, I drifted off to sleep, reminiscing about the day's events and sleeping soundly for the first time since arriving in Paris.Drake's POV“Sir, you're back,” Joe declared. “I came as quickly as I could as soon as you called me.”“This is just the beginning,” I declared, breaking the silence.He replied respectfully, “I don't get what you mean, sir.”I elaborated, my tone solemn. “The path is sweet, lonely, and dangerous.” “Damn it!” I exclaimed, scolding the part of me
I am currently sitting beside her.I attempted to get a glimpse of her face, but she was completely masked, and her long-sleeved gown reached the ground, concealing every bit of her identity.She rose to her feet, and my eyes followed her. "It's peculiar to see Drake treating a slave like a human being," she observed, her gaze fixed on the CCTV camera in the area. I turned to look at the camera and noticed that it was damaged."Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want? Who are you to Drake?" I asked, my questions tumbling out in rapid succession."Your questions will only lead to more confusion, blurring the lines between truth and speculation," she declared, her voice firm and detached. "I am merely a servant, bound to my master. My existence holds no significance for you, except in relation to my master."With that, she departed, leaving me stunned as a car suddenly appeared, pulling up in front of her. I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was
"Yes, I did say that," he acknowledged. "But I don't tolerate injustice. You did nothing wrong in protecting yourself from the assailant, which is why I'll try to shield you under my own protection.""Thanks," I said sincerely, a sad smile spreading across my face.Drake's gaze locked onto mine, his voice filled with conviction. "Know the honest truth now: with my protection, death is no longer the only option. You now have two possibilities: life or death. Under my protection, you can choose to live or die.""I know," I replied, a sense of hope rising within me. "At least there's hope now.""Yeah, there is," he agreed."Now, come join me for breakfast," Drake invited. "I've ordered something, put your worries aside for a moment."Joe entered the room, and I hesitated, aware of the precarious situation. "I don't think I can eat," I replied, my anxiety evident."Don't let anxiety lead to hunger and exhaustion," he cautioned, walking toward the table.We sat down, and Joe began to unpac
"I also find myself harboring feelings for you," he admitted, and a wide smile spread across my face before I could stop it. "But I wasn't accepting it... obviously, you know why," he added. "Yeah... We’re from two different worlds, and I’m just a slave," I said, though joy bloomed fiercely inside me, knowing that Drake had feelings for me too. I had suspected it, he and Ruby were the only ones who treated me like a human, not a slave. And from someone of his status, it had always felt strange and suspecting... yet wonderful. "But..." "But you can't settle for me because I'm a slave. I understand. One thing is having feelings for a slave, but another is settling for one as a lover or mate, considering the public, your family, your reputation, and your pack. Even you wouldn't be able to get what you want. I understand. I've resigned myself to this cruel fate, and I wish you well in your current or future relationships," I declared, cutting him off as my emotions shifted from sadne
“Let’s take a walk,”“But the night could be dangerous,” I replied, hesitation in my voice. I didn’t trust the wasteland, and I rarely ventured out at night."Don't be afraid. No one will hurt us; I am more dangerous," he declared as we left the living room together.We started walking down the untiled street.Drake’s POVI chose to take a walk with this lady and see the Whitewater Pack environment. And true to everything I had heard about it, it matched exactly."Daisy, how would you feel if you had everything you wanted?" I asked.Daisy’s POVWhat does he mean by that question? Does he know that he is among the things I want, someone I wish to be with for the rest of my life, apart from the fact that I desire the best life for my surviving parent, my mother."I would be the happiest person in the world," I declared."And what if you couldn't have everything you wanted?" he asked."I would have to deal with the fact that you can't always get everything you desire, and some things are
"What are you even thinking about?" she asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes."What do you think I'm thinking about?" I countered."Probably about your girlfriend," she muttered under her breath, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper she hadn't meant for me to catch."What did you just say?" I pressed."Nothing," she replied quickly, avoiding my gaze."I heard you," I said. "Probably about my girlfriend."She looked startled, her eyes widening slightly."And what exactly do you want to use my girlfriend for?" I added, leaning in with a mischievous glint in my eye."Nothing. I mean, I don't care about her. I'm not using her for anything," she rushed out, her words tumbling over each other, and I smiled inwardly."Whatever," I replied casually, and at that moment, her mother walked in, now looking more like an older version of Daisy. She was very beautiful, though Daisy surpassed her in beauty level.Their features clicked perfectly, and no one would ever mistake her for someone
"Drop your gun and tell Mr. Clinton to come down now," Drake instructed, his voice cold and commanding. "At my far left, there’s a sniper waiting to eliminate him from his location, and my head guard does not miss a target." He concluded, his gaze unwavering as I watched the man, known as the richest in the area, step out of the car."Drake, the president’s son," the man exclaimed, shocked, as his guards immediately dropped their weapons upon hearing the revelation."Show respect, slave," Drake declared, his voice laced with disdain."It is an honor to meet you, Sir. To what do I owe this huge visit?" he asked, his tone suddenly respectful, although he hadn’t looked in my direction until now. "Can we go inside so that I can welcome you properly?" he suggested, gesturing toward his house."You expect me to enter this lowly house? You disgust me," Drake responded, his voice dripping with contempt. I had long since forgotten this extreme side of him. He sounded like someone who wouldn't
"Okay. I will love to protect your ego as a man," I declared, chuckling. "In fact, you should never even smell the position of an Alpha if you fall sick. And if you're already in that position and fall sick, you should defeat it," I added playfully."You are always a rascal," he said, and I laughed.Drake POVAs I stared at her laughing, I was forced to look away for reasons best known to me.An inner struggle currently existed within me.Daisy POV"We set out for the journey later today," he declared. Judging from the last time I checked the clock, it should be around 12 AM by now. Hours had already passed."Yes, Alpha," I said, making a playful jest.Time passed, and eventually, morning arrived at last. I barely got any sleep, busy preparing for my visit to my mother. I had ordered a lot of groceries and other useful items for her. They had been delivered as expected. Throughout this time, since Drake and I returned, he had remained in his room.I was already dressed and sitting in
I guessed this was it, the moment of my death, and it further confirmed what Joe had said earlier about gambling his life."Drake..." she called out."Shhh," he murmured. "Don't interfere," he added firmly."I will brace myself for death. I’ll take it with courage, sir. I truly enjoyed serving you... I'm sorry for not thinking before moving in. I was so worried with her safety that I didn't realize I might be aiding her death instead," I confessed, bowing my head as silent took over."I know," he said quietly, and I lifted my gaze to meet his. Relief filled me knowing he understood my intentions."I can read your mind clearly and your emotions," he added, making me wonder if that meant he would spare me. Not that it mattered anymore; I accepted whatever fate awaited me."There is punishment for your mistake," Sir Drake stated, still pointing the gun at me. "So that next time, when you want to protect something, you'll think before you act," he added coldly."Joe, take over," he comma
We drove past a lone Jeep heading in the opposite direction along the empty road.Suspicion prickled at the back of my mind, but I shook it off, focusing instead on reaching the target, which had stopped moving at a specific location.Alpha Alfie POV“I think that was Drake’s car that just passed us,” my PA remarked, peering back through the side mirror.“How are you so sure?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“The plate number confirmed for me,” he replied confidently.“That was a good escape,” I thought to myself.“I can't bear for Drake to see my role in this killing her especially if he truly loves her. If he ever finds out, he will hate me beyond redemption.”Joe's POVAs soon as we arrived, I spotted our men stationed a safe distance away from the warehouse.“Where is Lucas?” I asked sharply, directing my question toward Drake’s guards, not the temporary hired ones.“He went inside to check the situation,” one of them responded.“And he couldn’t even call to inform us that he had arri
“Sir, Daisy has been kidnapped,” I said, my voice low but clear.Silence he remained.I glanced back, expecting a reaction but chose instead to keep my eyes on the road. The tension behind me was palpable."So, you found out that it's Alpha Alfie your friend is working for" Sir Drake declared finally."Yes, sir," I confirmed."He will stop at nothing to see Daisy dead," Drake muttered. "I sensed it in every word, every look he gave me. He’s convinced something dangerous is about to happen to me because of Daisy—and he’ll do anything to stop it. He worships the law of this land like a god, and that makes him even more dangerous."Jeo's POV“Sir, what are we going to do now?” I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.“Alpha Alfie has managed to corner me using his own trump card,” he replied with a cold edge. “But I anticipated this move the moment an assassination attempt was made on Daisy.”He paused briefly, then added, “I placed a tracker on every piece of clothing suppl
I remained silent, watching it unfold.Flashback“Those rascals may try to sabotage everything if I win. But I have the perfect countermeasure,” I stated firmly during a private discussion with my headguard.“If I may ask, sir, what is it?” he inquired curiously.“After thinking it through carefully, I realized something important. Daisy never killed the assassin on our country’s land, water, or air. The assassination took place in international waters. That means we can’t use our national laws to judge her,” I explained.“But couldn’t they argue that since it happened in international airspace and she’s from this land, our laws should apply?” Jeo asked, a note of concern in his voice.“No. She’s not a citizen, she’s a slave. Regardless of that, international law is what should govern the matter. And under that law, she cannot be punished for acting in self-defense. Even the time zone in which it happened isn’t aligned with ours,” I concluded calmly.Flashback ends“Are you trying to