No Way, Jose!

Shamsiya felt insulted. 

But on a second thought, what right did she have to feel insulted? She was now only a property.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Strip!"

The cold command snapped her back to her senses and sent shivers down her spine. She trembled and tightened her grip on her wrist, refusing to budge. She kept chanting in her mind that she was now a property, a usable, disposable object. A bought good. 

She shouldn't have any scruples, any reservations, any objections to being treated like one. And most importantly, she couldn't keep the Demon Lord waiting!

"Oh? Still not moving?"

Apparently, the one hovering over her figure was done waiting. Shamsiya shrieked in alarm and pain as a large hand clamped around her arm and dragged her to the bed, before roughly throwing her on the wide mattress. The rebounding force knocked the breath out of her lungs.

"Don't...don't come here..." She stuttered and scrambled forward, before turning on her back to plea. "Please...don't touch me..."

The man, with his thick mane, brooding eyes, and rippling muscles, walked towards her, his gold jewelry glittering so fiercely under the dim crimson candlelight that it was blinding. He was tall, but did not loom large like the hulking werewolves. Lithe but muscular with board shoulders and trim waist. His intense radiance threw tormented shadows, the energy ebbing off his looming figure suppressing and making her feel insignificantly small.

Pausing at the foot of the bed, the man, whom she believed was the Demon Lord, lifted a foot and stepped on her gown as his hands stretched to his waist. 

"Hehe...haha! How hilarious!"

The candle wicks flickered, his booming laughter bouncing off the walls like the chimes of temple bells. Shamsiya inadvertently shivered at the sound. It was beyond her understanding how a creature so vile could sound so deceptively charming.

"Don't touch you, you say? Then for what did I buy you? Believe me, I'm not too keen on touching you as well. But I urgently need a heir and you aroused my interest. If you behave and obediently spread your legs, we'll be done before you know it."

Shamsiya paled.

An heir.

This was the headache of the Demon Lord, and everyone in the supernatural world heard about it in some form or another. Even her, the outcast of the pack, had heard of Iblis Jabril's inability to impregnate his Queen and his numerous mistresses. 

The man has been around for years, and slept with more women than anyone could count. But up to date, not one of his bedmates sired a single child. The rumor on the streets was that the Moon Goddess cursed him to never experience the joy of being a father for preying on her children.

Of course, Shamsiya scoffed at this rumor. The Moon Goddess didn't even care when her own children were slaying one another and were hunted like rats by the human hunters. So why would she care if one more predator joined the ranks?

But now that she was at the mercy of this monster, she couldn't help but cry in despair.

She didn't care if the rumor was true. At this moment, she hoped and prayed for the uncaring Moon Goddess to come to her rescue. 

Rip!

"Ahh!"

In the short span of 48 hours, this was the second time her clothes were rudely shredded to pieces. Shamsiya screamed in horror and rolled off the bed, dragging the bedsheet to cover herself. She fell hard and knocked her head on the golden marble. Her vision span, as a wave of nausea and dizziness hit her.

Gritting her teeth, she suppressed her discomfort and backed away from the man shrouded in shadows until her back touched the cold metal wall.

"Demon Lord...I didn't take your money. That man...he didn't ask for my consent!" 

"How is that my problem? I paid for you. Whether you consent or not, that's a matter you should take up to the one who sold you." 

"Forcing yourself on an unwilling party is considered rape!"

"So? Who's going to punish me?"

His voice was cold, without a trace of warmth. Shamsiya froze, then erupted into a hysterical laugher.

"Haha...you're right. You're the Demon Lord that doesn't even blink an eye before butchering an entire city. Aren't I stupid to use the moral compass on you?"

The radiance of his gold jewelry magnified the crease on his forehead, and his lush lips pressed into a tight line. Seeing his toned torse ripple with power, Shamsiya knew she wouldn't escape intact today.

What awaited her was a fate grimmer than the darkest night. Deprived of honor and dignity, without a right to her body, and a will of her own.

To be defiled and keep on breathing, what sort of living would that be?

To be trampled upon and deprived of the basic right of a living being, what sort of living would that be?

To be used and abused at will, scorned and spat on at whim, what sort of living would that be?

Shamsiya had never considered herself a strong woman. She feared loneliness, begged for acceptance, and longed for some one to protect her, respect her, and love her for who she was.

All her life, she only desired to be accepted and loved.

Not only did she not get the acceptance she wanted from her husband, he didn't consider her worthy enough to be treated with the basic respect of a human being. 

At this moment, as she stood between a wall and a beast that stretched his claw to defile her, a single thought flashed through her mind.

To live after being taken against her will, what sort of living would that be?

It didn't matter if no one loved her. She would endure if being alone was her destiny. But she would not give anyone the right to disgrace her and trample on her last trace of dignity.

"You want my body?" She pushed to her feet and slowly sauntered towards the man.

He froze in place, tilting his head to the side as if trying to figure out what she wanted to do. "I don't want your body. I want the flesh I paid for. The cunt and womb to sire my heir."

There. Cunt and womb. That was all she was.

Shamsiya smiled and dropped the bedsheet. Her smooth creamy skin became exposed to the man's gaze, which turned dark with desire as it trailed down her body and paused at her private place. Like a nymph out to bewitch and suck the soul of all men, she walked towards him with an enchanting gait that enhanced the flare of her hips and swell of her breasts.

Stopping a foot away from him, she stared into his dark orbs, and the slight smile on her lips stretched wider.

"You want my cunt and womb?"

She didn't have a wolf. Her mixed blood made sure of it. However, she had something only she knew. 

"You can have it. But if you want my soul..."

With a stunning explosion, a sharp branch covered in thorns and leaves smashed through the window and whistled towards the man. The Demon Lord cursed and ducked to the ground, then rolled to the side and leaped to his feet.

The stake advanced towards the naked woman and pierced right through her heart, painting a tragic, yet moving sight that caused the man's eyes to constrict in amazement.

"Hahaha! If you want my soul, then I only have three words for you..."

"No way, Jose!"

The wooden stake covered in leaves withered and turned to smoke, leaving her powerless body to slump on the cold marble floor. Her thick black mane escaped its binding and soaked up the crimson blood leaking from the hideous cavity on her chest.

Spraying a mouthful of blood, Shamsiya laughed with madness while shedding tears of blood. She had never felt so free, so at peace and satisfied as she did right now. 

Didn't he want a cunt and a womb? Then she would give him one. She didn't care what he did with her corpse. She only wanted to make a statement.

She, Shamsiya Moore, was nobody's property.