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Yes | 2025-02-09 18:27 | active | 2524 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2025-02-09 18:27 | active | 2524 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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ìŽê³³ì íŽëŠíê³ ë¬Žë£ë¡ ìœìŽë³Žìžì! | ëë ë°€ 11ì. íë ì§ ìëì ìë ê³µììì ìŒê° ë¬ëì íë ì€, íì² ììì ë€ë €ì€ë ëšë ì ë°ì€ëœ ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì§ëì±, ì€ë§ ì ëë ê±°ìŒ? ì§ììë ëë ì ì°ë€ê³ íŽì ì¬êž°ê¹ì§ ìëë, ì ìì§ë ì ëŒ?â âì ê±° ì°ëŠ¬ íìë 목ì늬 ìëìŒ?â ëë ê·ž ì늬륌 ë£ìë§ì ì¬ìê° ëŽ íìë ê³ íì°ìŽëŒë 걞 ììë²ë žë€. âí곌 íìë ë°¥ ëš¹ìŒë¬ ê°ë€ê³ íëë°? ì ê³µì íì²ì ìë ê±°ì§?â ì¬ì ì¹êµ¬ë í ë²ë ì ì¬ê·ìŽ 뎀ì§ë§ ëììì ê·žëë ë§ìŽ 뎀ë€ê³ ìë¶íêž°ì, ëë 곧ë°ë¡ ë ì¬ëìŽ ë¬Žìš ì§ì íëì§ ììë²ë žë€. âí곌 íìëìŽ ìŽë° ì€ëŠŽì ì¢ìí ì€ì 몰ëë€. ê·žê²ë ê³µììì.â ìê° ëª°ë ì¿ë£ê³ ì¶ë€ë ìê°ì ì°žì ì ììë€. íìë ìŒêµŽë ììì¥íë° ëªžë§€ë ë ëëŽì€ë€. ê·žë° íìì ì ìì늬ëŒë ìŽê±Ž ê¿ì 귞늬ë ìŒìŽìë€. ìŽêžìŽêž ìí 쪜ìŒë¡ 걞ìŽê° 몰ë 뚞늬륌 ëŽë°ìëë íìëìŽ í ìì ìì ììë€. ë¬Œë¡ ë륌 ë±ì§ê³ ììì§ë§ ë± ëŒìžì ê°íí ìë°ì ììë€. ìê° ì ìŽ ë°ì¹ ë§ë¥Žê³ ìë«ë°°ì ìŽêž°ê° ì¬ëŒìë€. íì§ë§ ìŽë ê² ë§€ë ¥ì ìž íìë ììì íì ì 맥ì 못 ì·ë€. âíì°ì, ë ì¬ì í ì ëëë°.â ê·ž ë§ì íìê° ë²ë í륌 ëë€. âìœë ìë€, ì ë§. ìŽì ê³ ì ì륞ë€ì¯ìŽë©Žì ì ìŽë ê² ìžëªšê° ììŽ? ì ìë©Ž ìžêž°ëŒë íŽìŒ í ê±° ìëìŒ. ì묎ê²ë ììŒë©Ž ì ë ìŽë»ê² ê°ì ž? ê³ì ìŽë¬ë©Ž ë ë€ë¥ž ì¬ë ë§ëë€? ë¹ì ì ì ì«ìì§ ëª°ëŒë ëë ìë§ê° ëê³ ì¶ë€ê³ .â ìë© íê° ë íìê° ë°ì§ë¥Œ ì ê³ ë ìí ë°ìŒë¡ ê±žìŽ ëì€ì ëë ëë íë ë²ë¡ ëë§ì³€ë€. ì§ì ëììš ì§ ìŒë§ ì§ëì§ ìì íìê° ëìì€ë ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë žë€. âìŸ â ë«íë 묞ì늬ì ëŽ ê°ìŽë âì² ë â ëŽë €ììë€. âê¹ì§ ëëë€. í곌 íìë ì¬ìŽê° ìŽë ê² ì ì¢ì ì€ìŽìŒ.â ëë ììŒë¡ ì€ìŒê±°ëŠ¬ë©° ê°ìŽì ìžìŽëŽë žë€. ì¬ìë ëìŽê° ë€ìë¡ ìêµ¬ê° ë§ìì§ë€ëë íìëë ì구 ë¶ë§ìž ê² í늌ììë€. âíꞎ, íì²ëŒ ë¹ì€ë¹ì€í 몞ìŒë¡ íìëì ìŽë»ê² ë§ì¡±ìí€ê² ìŽ? ë ì ëë ëŒìŒì§.â âí€í€í€! ëŽê° ì§êž ë¬Žìš ìê°ì íë ê±°ìŒ? ê³ íì°ì ëŽ íìëìŽëŒê³ ìŽë»ê² ìŽë° ìê°ì í ì ììŽ?â ë¬Œë¡ ëŽê° ì§ëì±ê³Œ ì¹íì ë ìëì§ë§ ì¹íì 못ì§ìê² ëëí ì¬ìŽë€. íìŽ ìëììŒë©Ž ëŽê° ëíë ê° ì ììì ê±°ê³ . ëŽê° ìŽë°ì ë° ìê°ì ì 겚 ìì ë, ìë°©ìì ë®ì ì ììëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. ìŒë¥ž ê·ë¥Œ 벜ì ëê³ ì¿ë€ìŽ 뎀ëë ìŽê±Ž í늌ììŽ ì ììŽìë€. âíìê° ì§êž...â ìê°í ìë¡ ëªžìŽ ë¬ìì¬ëŒ ëì í ì°žì ì ììŽ ëë ê²°êµ ë°ì§ ë²íŽì ëŽë žë€. ì ì ë€, 벜 íë륌 ì¬ìŽ ëê³ ëì íìì ì ì ìëŠ¬ê° íë° ììë€. ìíŒìŽ ìŽìŽì§ ë¯í ëëì ëë ëªšë¥Žê² ìšê° ìê°ìŽ ë€ìë€. íìê° ëì ë§ë¬ë€ë©Ž ìŒë§ë ì¢ìê¹ íë ìê°ìŽ ë€ìŽë¬ë€. íì§ë§ ìŽê±Ž ì ë ë¶ê°ë¥í ìŒìŽë€. íìì ë ì¬ìŽìë ììí ëì ì ìë íìŽëŒë ì¡Žì¬ê° ììŒë. ííí 믞ìí ìŒì í ì ìë€. ëë¬ìì§ ìì·ì ë충 íì¥ì€ì ëê³ ëë ëŽìŒ ì»ìë ìê°ìŒë¡ ì ìŽ ë€ìë€. ìŽí¿ë , ì ìì 깚ìì ë ìê°ì ë²ìš 9ìê° ëìë€. íì ìŽë¯ž ì¶ê·Œíê³ ì§ìë ëì íì ëë¿ìŽìë€. ì칚ì íë íìë ì€í¬ë¡ ë ëì ì¬ëŠœì ì ì ì±ë¡ êµŽê³¡ì§ ëªžë§€ë¥Œ ëë¬ëë€. í¹í íë§í ê°ìŽì 볞 ìê° ì ìŽ ë°ì¹ ë§ëë€. âìíž ìš, ìŒìŽë¬ìŽì? ìŒë¥ž ì»ê³ ë°¥ ëš¹ìŽì.â íìë ë륌 볎ìë§ì 뚌ì ìžì¬ë¥Œ 걎ëžë€. ëŽê° ìŽê³³ì ìš ì§ë ìì§ ë©°ì¹ ëì§ ìêž°ì íìì ìì§ ì¹íŽì§ì§ 못íì¬ ë§ìŽ ìŽìíë€. ìŽì ëë 지ë§íê² ëëµíê³ ê³§ì¥ íì¥ì€ë¡ í¥íë€. ê·žë ê² íì°œ ì»ë ê·žë, ê°ìêž° ìŽì ë²ìŽëìë ìì·ìŽ ëŽ ë늬륌 ì€ì³€ë€. âíìê° ëë³Žë€ ìŒì° 깚ìŽë¬ëë° ì€ë§ 볞 걎 ìëê² ì§?â ìŽë° ìê°ì íë©° ì¬ë¹šëŠ¬ íìží ëë ê·žëë¡ ìŒìŽë¶ê³ ë§ìë€. ìì·ìŽ ì¬ëŒì¡ë€. ëŽê° ìŽê³³ì ê³³ ì°Ÿê³ ìì ë ê°ìêž° ë€ìì íìì 목ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì°Ÿì íì ììŽì. ìŽë¯ž ì»ììŒëê¹.â ìê° ê°ìŽìŽ ì² ë íë€. âê·ž ìì·ì ëŽ ì ì¡ìŽ ê°ë ë¬»ìŽ ìëë°, íìê° ì»ìë€ë©Ž 뎀ì ê±°ìì!â ìŽê±Ž ë묎 ë¶ëë¬ì ë€. ê·žë°ë° íìë í짱ì ë ì± ëììì ì¹ë©° ì묎ë ì§ ìì ë¯ ë륌 뎀ë€. âìíž ìš, í¹ì ìŽì ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì?â ëë ê³ ê°ë¥Œ ì ë ì ë íë€ë©° ìŽì íìì ì늬륌 ë€ìë€ë 걞 극구 ë¶ìžíë€. âìëì, ì묎ê²ë 못 ë€ììŽì.â âê·žëì? ëŽ ë°©ìì ìŽìí ì늬 ë£ì§ 못íìŽì?â âìŽê±Ž ë륌 ìííë 걎ê°?â âì ìŽì 10ì쯀ì ì ë€ìŽì ì묎ê²ë 못 ë€ììŽì.â ìŽ ë§ì ëìŒë¡ ëë ëë§ì¹ë¯ ê·ž ì늬륌 ë²ìŽë¬ë€. ì ì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ì§ë§ íìì ì¬ë¬žì ê°ìŽìŽ ìœìœ ì°ë žê³ ëì ì ë ëªšë¥Žê² íìì ê°ìŽìŒë¡ í¥íë€. ë¶ëª ë§ê° ë ê² í늌ìë€. ëë ê³§ì¥ ìí ìì ìì 묵묵í ììì ëš¹ìë€. íì§ë§ ë°¥ìŽ ìœë¡ ëìŽê°ëì§ ì ìŒë¡ ëìŽê°ëì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ë€. ê·žë ê·žëŽ ê², íìê° ìŽëŽ 걞ìŽì ííìŽë©Ž ëŽ ìì ììêž° ë묞ìŽë€. ì ìŽë¬ëì§ ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ìëë€. ìì ìë ë¶ëª ëŽ ë§ìížì ììëë°, ì€ëì ì ëŽ ìì ìëì§. ëŽê° ìŽë°ì ë° ìê°ì ì 겚 ìì ë, íìê° ê°ìêž° ìê°ëœìŒë¡ ëŽ íëì ì¿¡ì¿¡ ì°ë ë€. ìê° ìšëªžìŽ ê°ì ëë ë¯ ì°ëŠ¿íŽ ë¬ë€. âì¬ìê° ëŽ ëªžì ë§ì§ë ê² ìŽë° êž°ë¶ìŽêµ¬ë.â ì êž°í êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. âìíž ìš, í¹ì ëŽê° 묎ììì?â âìëì. ê·žë¥ ì¡°êž ìŽìíŽìì.â âì¬ëì ìë ìŽìíë€ê° ì ì ìµìíŽì§ë ê±° ìëê² ìŽì? ìŽìíëê¹ ë ë§ìŽ êµë¥íŽìŒì£ . ê·žëìŒ ìŒë¥ž ì¹íŽì§ì£ . ìíž ìš, ëšìì ì¬ìê° ê°ì¥ 빚늬 ì¹íŽì§ë ë°©ë²ìŽ ëì§ ììì?â ëŽ ì°©ê°ìžì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ìŒë íìë ë¶ëª ëìê² ììíë ê² ê°ìë€. 귞걞 ìžìíë ë묎 ë¹í©íŽ ë°¥ìŽ ëìŽê°ì§ ììë€. ì€ë ë° êžŽì¥ ë°ìž ì¬ì ìŒë¡ íìì ë§ì ëŽêžŽ ì믞륌 ìê°íë€ê° ëëŽ ì©êž°ë¥Œ ëŽ ì§ë¬žíë€. âëë°ì?â âììŽ ë§ëë ê±°ì.â íìë ë§ì ë ëìŒë¡ ë륌 ë°ëŒë³Žë©° ì죌 ì§ì€ì ìŒë¡ ë§íë€. ê·ž ìê° ëë ì¬ë ê° ê±žë žë€. íìê° ì ìŽë° ë§ì íëì§ ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ììë€. ëŽê° íìì ë í ì ìë€ê³ . âì€ë§ ë륌 ë žëŠ¬ë?â âíìŽ ì ëëê¹ ëíí í¬ë§ì íì 걎ê°?â âìëŒ, ë ì ë ííí 믞ìí ìŒ í ì ììŽ.â ëë ë€êží ìì륌 ë€ê³ ììŒë¡ 묌ë¬ë¬ë€. âíì, ëëŽíì§ ë§ìžì. ëê° ë³Žë©Ž ì€íŽíŽì.â íìë ë륌 볎며 íŒì ìëë ê³§ì¥ ì§ë¬žíë€. âê·žëŒ ìì§í ë§íŽëŽì. ìŽì ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì? ìì§í ë§íì§ ììŒë©Ž ê¹ì ëí륌 íŽëŽìŒ í ê² ê°ìë°ì.â âí, ì ë ê·žëŽ ì ììŽ.â ëë ëë ê°ìŽì ë€ë ìŽë©° ê²°êµ ì ì ìŽìë€. âíìë, ì íì€í ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì. íì§ë§ ê³ ìë ìëììŽì.â âí¹ì ëŽ ì ì ì늬ììŽì? ë£êž° ì¢ëê°ì?â íìëìŽ ìŽë ê² ë žê³šì ìž ì§ë¬žì í ê±°ëŒê³ ë ìê°ì§ë 못íë€. ìŒêµŽì íë ë¬ìì¬ëê³ , ê°ìŽì ìëíê² ë¶ì ì³ ìŽë»ê² ëëµíŽìŒ í ì§ ê°íŒë¥Œ ì¡ì§ 못íë€. ê·žë¬ë ê·žë. ë§ì¹š ë°ìì ë ží¬ ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ì€ì ëë ì§ížëŒêž°ëŒë ì¡ë ì¬ì ìŒë¡ ìŒë¥ž ë¬ë €ê° 묞 쪜ìŒë¡ ë¬ë €ê°ë€. ê·žëŠ¬ê³ ë¬žì ìŽìëë ë°ìë ëì¬í ì¬ì í ëª ìŽ ì ììë€. ìŒêµŽì ììì¥í ë°ë€, ëì¬ ë° ëì€ê³ ë€ìŽê° ë° ë€ìŽê° ì°ììž ëª»ì§ììë€. ì¬ìë ë륌 볎ì ëì í¬ê² ëšë©° 묌ìë€. â귞쪜ì ëêµ¬ì£ ?â ê·ž ë§ì ëë ìŽìŽê° ììë€. âê·žë¬ë 귞쪜ì ëêµ°ë°ì?â ì 2í âì êµìŒ, ììŽ? ìŒë¥ž ë€ìŽì.â ëŽê° íì°ž ëµëµíŽíê³ ìì ë, íìê° ë€ê°ì ë¯ì ì¬ì륌 ì¹ì íê² ë§ìŽíë€. ì¬ìë íìì ìŽëë¡ ê³§ì¥ ì§ ìì ë€ìŽì°ë€. ê·žë¬ì íìê° ì°ëŠ¬ë¥Œ ìê°íë€. ì¬ìë íìì ì¹í ì¹êµ¬ìžë°, ìŽëŠì ìŽì êµ, ë°ë¡ ìì§ì ìŽê³ ììë€. âì êµìŒ, ìŽ ì¬ëì ëì± ìšì ê°ì ë§ìì ìŽë ëììŽìŒ, ì ìížëŒê³ , ìŽì ììŽ.â ì êµëŒë ì¬ìë ìŽìí ëìŒë¡ ë륌 볎ëë ìŽëŽ ë¹ê·žë ììë€. âëì± ìšíí ìŽë ê² ìŽëŠ¬ê³ ììꞎ ëììŽ ë€ ìììŽ?â âìíž ìš ìŽì ë§ ëí ì¡žì íìŽ. ê·žë¬ë ë¹ì°í ì ì§. ì ì ë¿ë§ ìëëŒ ìì² íŒì€íŽ.â ëŽ ì°©ê°ìŒì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ìŒë íìì ë§ì§ë§ íë§ëë ë¬Žì² ì믞ì¬ì¥íë€. ì¬ì§ìŽ ëêžžë§ì ëŽ ìë륌 íëê±°ë žë€. ê·ž ëìì ëë ë ë¶ížíŽì¡ë€. ê·žë, ì êµ ëëê° ë륌 ììëë¡ íëë 묌ìë€. âíì°ì, ë€ê° ë§íë ë§ì¬ì§ì¬ê° ì€ë§ ìŽ ì¬ëìŽìŒ?â âë§ì. ìíž ìšê° ìŽëŠŽ ëë¶í° í ìë²ì§íí ë§ì¬ì§ë¥Œ ë°°ì ë. ììšê° ìì² ì¢ì.â íìë ë§ì ë§ì¹ìë§ì ë륌 뎀ë€. âìê¹ ë¯žì² ë§íì§ ëª»íëë°, ì¬ì€ ëŽ ì¹êµ¬ê° í늬ì ì²ì¶ê° ìíë€ê³ íŽìì. ê°ë ê°ìŽë ëµëµíëì. ìëë íìì¬ë¥Œ ë¶ë¬ ë§ì¬ì§ ì¢ ë°ê² íë €ê³ íëë°, ìíž ìšê° ë§ì¹š ë§ì¬ì§í ì€ ìììì. ê·žëì íë² ë°ìë³Žê² íë €ê³ ì.â âê·žë° ê±°ìêµ°.â ëë ëšë²ì ì¹ëíë€. âí곌 íìê° ë륌 ìŽê³³ìì ëšžë¬Œê² íŽì£Œê³ ìŒì늬ë ììëŽ ì€¬ëë°, ìŽë° ìŒ ì ëìŒ ë¹ì°í ëììŒì§.â ê·žë, ì êµ ëëê° ë¶ëë¬ìŽì§ íì륌 ììŒë¡ ëê³ ê°ë€. âìŽê±Ž ì¢ ìëì§ ìë? 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Yes | 2025-02-09 18:27 | active | 2524 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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No | 2025-02-09 18:27 | active | 2524 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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No | 2025-02-09 18:27 | active | 2524 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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ìŽê³³ì íŽëŠíê³ ë¬Žë£ë¡ ìœìŽë³Žìžì! | ëë ë°€ 11ì. íë ì§ ìëì ìë ê³µììì ìŒê° ë¬ëì íë ì€, íì² ììì ë€ë €ì€ë ëšë ì ë°ì€ëœ ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì§ëì±, ì€ë§ ì ëë ê±°ìŒ? ì§ììë ëë ì ì°ë€ê³ íŽì ì¬êž°ê¹ì§ ìëë, ì ìì§ë ì ëŒ?â âì ê±° ì°ëŠ¬ íìë 목ì늬 ìëìŒ?â ëë ê·ž ì늬륌 ë£ìë§ì ì¬ìê° ëŽ íìë ê³ íì°ìŽëŒë 걞 ììë²ë žë€. âí곌 íìë ë°¥ ëš¹ìŒë¬ ê°ë€ê³ íëë°? ì ê³µì íì²ì ìë ê±°ì§?â ì¬ì ì¹êµ¬ë í ë²ë ì ì¬ê·ìŽ 뎀ì§ë§ ëììì ê·žëë ë§ìŽ 뎀ë€ê³ ìë¶íêž°ì, ëë 곧ë°ë¡ ë ì¬ëìŽ ë¬Žìš ì§ì íëì§ ììë²ë žë€. âí곌 íìëìŽ ìŽë° ì€ëŠŽì ì¢ìí ì€ì 몰ëë€. ê·žê²ë ê³µììì.â ìê° ëª°ë ì¿ë£ê³ ì¶ë€ë ìê°ì ì°žì ì ììë€. íìë ìŒêµŽë ììì¥íë° ëªžë§€ë ë ëëŽì€ë€. ê·žë° íìì ì ìì늬ëŒë ìŽê±Ž ê¿ì 귞늬ë ìŒìŽìë€. ìŽêžìŽêž ìí 쪜ìŒë¡ 걞ìŽê° 몰ë 뚞늬륌 ëŽë°ìëë íìëìŽ í ìì ìì ììë€. ë¬Œë¡ ë륌 ë±ì§ê³ ììì§ë§ ë± ëŒìžì ê°íí ìë°ì ììë€. ìê° ì ìŽ ë°ì¹ ë§ë¥Žê³ ìë«ë°°ì ìŽêž°ê° ì¬ëŒìë€. íì§ë§ ìŽë ê² ë§€ë ¥ì ìž íìë ììì íì ì 맥ì 못 ì·ë€. âíì°ì, ë ì¬ì í ì ëëë°.â ê·ž ë§ì íìê° ë²ë í륌 ëë€. âìœë ìë€, ì ë§. ìŽì ê³ ì ì륞ë€ì¯ìŽë©Žì ì ìŽë ê² ìžëªšê° ììŽ? ì ìë©Ž ìžêž°ëŒë íŽìŒ í ê±° ìëìŒ. ì묎ê²ë ììŒë©Ž ì ë ìŽë»ê² ê°ì ž? ê³ì ìŽë¬ë©Ž ë ë€ë¥ž ì¬ë ë§ëë€? ë¹ì ì ì ì«ìì§ ëª°ëŒë ëë ìë§ê° ëê³ ì¶ë€ê³ .â ìë© íê° ë íìê° ë°ì§ë¥Œ ì ê³ ë ìí ë°ìŒë¡ ê±žìŽ ëì€ì ëë ëë íë ë²ë¡ ëë§ì³€ë€. ì§ì ëììš ì§ ìŒë§ ì§ëì§ ìì íìê° ëìì€ë ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë žë€. âìŸ â ë«íë 묞ì늬ì ëŽ ê°ìŽë âì² ë â ëŽë €ììë€. âê¹ì§ ëëë€. í곌 íìë ì¬ìŽê° ìŽë ê² ì ì¢ì ì€ìŽìŒ.â ëë ììŒë¡ ì€ìŒê±°ëŠ¬ë©° ê°ìŽì ìžìŽëŽë žë€. ì¬ìë ëìŽê° ë€ìë¡ ìêµ¬ê° ë§ìì§ë€ëë íìëë ì구 ë¶ë§ìž ê² í늌ììë€. âíꞎ, íì²ëŒ ë¹ì€ë¹ì€í 몞ìŒë¡ íìëì ìŽë»ê² ë§ì¡±ìí€ê² ìŽ? ë ì ëë ëŒìŒì§.â âí€í€í€! ëŽê° ì§êž ë¬Žìš ìê°ì íë ê±°ìŒ? ê³ íì°ì ëŽ íìëìŽëŒê³ ìŽë»ê² ìŽë° ìê°ì í ì ììŽ?â ë¬Œë¡ ëŽê° ì§ëì±ê³Œ ì¹íì ë ìëì§ë§ ì¹íì 못ì§ìê² ëëí ì¬ìŽë€. íìŽ ìëììŒë©Ž ëŽê° ëíë ê° ì ììì ê±°ê³ . ëŽê° ìŽë°ì ë° ìê°ì ì 겚 ìì ë, ìë°©ìì ë®ì ì ììëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. ìŒë¥ž ê·ë¥Œ 벜ì ëê³ ì¿ë€ìŽ 뎀ëë ìŽê±Ž í늌ììŽ ì ììŽìë€. âíìê° ì§êž...â ìê°í ìë¡ ëªžìŽ ë¬ìì¬ëŒ ëì í ì°žì ì ììŽ ëë ê²°êµ ë°ì§ ë²íŽì ëŽë žë€. ì ì ë€, 벜 íë륌 ì¬ìŽ ëê³ ëì íìì ì ì ìëŠ¬ê° íë° ììë€. ìíŒìŽ ìŽìŽì§ ë¯í ëëì ëë ëªšë¥Žê² ìšê° ìê°ìŽ ë€ìë€. íìê° ëì ë§ë¬ë€ë©Ž ìŒë§ë ì¢ìê¹ íë ìê°ìŽ ë€ìŽë¬ë€. íì§ë§ ìŽê±Ž ì ë ë¶ê°ë¥í ìŒìŽë€. íìì ë ì¬ìŽìë ììí ëì ì ìë íìŽëŒë ì¡Žì¬ê° ììŒë. ííí 믞ìí ìŒì í ì ìë€. ëë¬ìì§ ìì·ì ë충 íì¥ì€ì ëê³ ëë ëŽìŒ ì»ìë ìê°ìŒë¡ ì ìŽ ë€ìë€. ìŽí¿ë , ì ìì 깚ìì ë ìê°ì ë²ìš 9ìê° ëìë€. íì ìŽë¯ž ì¶ê·Œíê³ ì§ìë ëì íì ëë¿ìŽìë€. ì칚ì íë íìë ì€í¬ë¡ ë ëì ì¬ëŠœì ì ì ì±ë¡ êµŽê³¡ì§ ëªžë§€ë¥Œ ëë¬ëë€. í¹í íë§í ê°ìŽì 볞 ìê° ì ìŽ ë°ì¹ ë§ëë€. âìíž ìš, ìŒìŽë¬ìŽì? ìŒë¥ž ì»ê³ ë°¥ ëš¹ìŽì.â íìë ë륌 볎ìë§ì 뚌ì ìžì¬ë¥Œ 걎ëžë€. ëŽê° ìŽê³³ì ìš ì§ë ìì§ ë©°ì¹ ëì§ ìêž°ì íìì ìì§ ì¹íŽì§ì§ 못íì¬ ë§ìŽ ìŽìíë€. ìŽì ëë 지ë§íê² ëëµíê³ ê³§ì¥ íì¥ì€ë¡ í¥íë€. ê·žë ê² íì°œ ì»ë ê·žë, ê°ìêž° ìŽì ë²ìŽëìë ìì·ìŽ ëŽ ë늬륌 ì€ì³€ë€. âíìê° ëë³Žë€ ìŒì° 깚ìŽë¬ëë° ì€ë§ 볞 걎 ìëê² ì§?â ìŽë° ìê°ì íë©° ì¬ë¹šëŠ¬ íìží ëë ê·žëë¡ ìŒìŽë¶ê³ ë§ìë€. ìì·ìŽ ì¬ëŒì¡ë€. ëŽê° ìŽê³³ì ê³³ ì°Ÿê³ ìì ë ê°ìêž° ë€ìì íìì 목ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ìë€. âì°Ÿì íì ììŽì. ìŽë¯ž ì»ììŒëê¹.â ìê° ê°ìŽìŽ ì² ë íë€. âê·ž ìì·ì ëŽ ì ì¡ìŽ ê°ë ë¬»ìŽ ìëë°, íìê° ì»ìë€ë©Ž 뎀ì ê±°ìì!â ìŽê±Ž ë묎 ë¶ëë¬ì ë€. ê·žë°ë° íìë í짱ì ë ì± ëììì ì¹ë©° ì묎ë ì§ ìì ë¯ ë륌 뎀ë€. âìíž ìš, í¹ì ìŽì ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì?â ëë ê³ ê°ë¥Œ ì ë ì ë íë€ë©° ìŽì íìì ì늬륌 ë€ìë€ë 걞 극구 ë¶ìžíë€. âìëì, ì묎ê²ë 못 ë€ììŽì.â âê·žëì? ëŽ ë°©ìì ìŽìí ì늬 ë£ì§ 못íìŽì?â âìŽê±Ž ë륌 ìííë 걎ê°?â âì ìŽì 10ì쯀ì ì ë€ìŽì ì묎ê²ë 못 ë€ììŽì.â ìŽ ë§ì ëìŒë¡ ëë ëë§ì¹ë¯ ê·ž ì늬륌 ë²ìŽë¬ë€. ì ì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ì§ë§ íìì ì¬ë¬žì ê°ìŽìŽ ìœìœ ì°ë žê³ ëì ì ë ëªšë¥Žê² íìì ê°ìŽìŒë¡ í¥íë€. ë¶ëª ë§ê° ë ê² í늌ìë€. ëë ê³§ì¥ ìí ìì ìì 묵묵í ììì ëš¹ìë€. íì§ë§ ë°¥ìŽ ìœë¡ ëìŽê°ëì§ ì ìŒë¡ ëìŽê°ëì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ë€. ê·žë ê·žëŽ ê², íìê° ìŽëŽ 걞ìŽì ííìŽë©Ž ëŽ ìì ììêž° ë묞ìŽë€. ì ìŽë¬ëì§ ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ìëë€. ìì ìë ë¶ëª ëŽ ë§ìížì ììëë°, ì€ëì ì ëŽ ìì ìëì§. ëŽê° ìŽë°ì ë° ìê°ì ì 겚 ìì ë, íìê° ê°ìêž° ìê°ëœìŒë¡ ëŽ íëì ì¿¡ì¿¡ ì°ë ë€. ìê° ìšëªžìŽ ê°ì ëë ë¯ ì°ëŠ¿íŽ ë¬ë€. âì¬ìê° ëŽ ëªžì ë§ì§ë ê² ìŽë° êž°ë¶ìŽêµ¬ë.â ì êž°í êž°ë¶ìŽìë€. âìíž ìš, í¹ì ëŽê° 묎ììì?â âìëì. ê·žë¥ ì¡°êž ìŽìíŽìì.â âì¬ëì ìë ìŽìíë€ê° ì ì ìµìíŽì§ë ê±° ìëê² ìŽì? ìŽìíëê¹ ë ë§ìŽ êµë¥íŽìŒì£ . ê·žëìŒ ìŒë¥ž ì¹íŽì§ì£ . ìíž ìš, ëšìì ì¬ìê° ê°ì¥ 빚늬 ì¹íŽì§ë ë°©ë²ìŽ ëì§ ììì?â ëŽ ì°©ê°ìžì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ìŒë íìë ë¶ëª ëìê² ììíë ê² ê°ìë€. 귞걞 ìžìíë ë묎 ë¹í©íŽ ë°¥ìŽ ëìŽê°ì§ ììë€. ì€ë ë° êžŽì¥ ë°ìž ì¬ì ìŒë¡ íìì ë§ì ëŽêžŽ ì믞륌 ìê°íë€ê° ëëŽ ì©êž°ë¥Œ ëŽ ì§ë¬žíë€. âëë°ì?â âììŽ ë§ëë ê±°ì.â íìë ë§ì ë ëìŒë¡ ë륌 ë°ëŒë³Žë©° ì죌 ì§ì€ì ìŒë¡ ë§íë€. ê·ž ìê° ëë ì¬ë ê° ê±žë žë€. íìê° ì ìŽë° ë§ì íëì§ ìŽíŽê° ëì§ ììë€. ëŽê° íìì ë í ì ìë€ê³ . âì€ë§ ë륌 ë žëŠ¬ë?â âíìŽ ì ëëê¹ ëíí í¬ë§ì íì 걎ê°?â âìëŒ, ë ì ë ííí 믞ìí ìŒ í ì ììŽ.â ëë ë€êží ìì륌 ë€ê³ ììŒë¡ 묌ë¬ë¬ë€. âíì, ëëŽíì§ ë§ìžì. ëê° ë³Žë©Ž ì€íŽíŽì.â íìë ë륌 볎며 íŒì ìëë ê³§ì¥ ì§ë¬žíë€. âê·žëŒ ìì§í ë§íŽëŽì. ìŽì ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì? ìì§í ë§íì§ ììŒë©Ž ê¹ì ëí륌 íŽëŽìŒ í ê² ê°ìë°ì.â âí, ì ë ê·žëŽ ì ììŽ.â ëë ëë ê°ìŽì ë€ë ìŽë©° ê²°êµ ì ì ìŽìë€. âíìë, ì íì€í ë¬Žìš ì늬 ë€ììŽì. íì§ë§ ê³ ìë ìëììŽì.â âí¹ì ëŽ ì ì ì늬ììŽì? ë£êž° ì¢ëê°ì?â íìëìŽ ìŽë ê² ë žê³šì ìž ì§ë¬žì í ê±°ëŒê³ ë ìê°ì§ë 못íë€. ìŒêµŽì íë ë¬ìì¬ëê³ , ê°ìŽì ìëíê² ë¶ì ì³ ìŽë»ê² ëëµíŽìŒ í ì§ ê°íŒë¥Œ ì¡ì§ 못íë€. ê·žë¬ë ê·žë. ë§ì¹š ë°ìì ë ží¬ ìëŠ¬ê° ë€ë €ì€ì ëë ì§ížëŒêž°ëŒë ì¡ë ì¬ì ìŒë¡ ìŒë¥ž ë¬ë €ê° 묞 쪜ìŒë¡ ë¬ë €ê°ë€. ê·žëŠ¬ê³ ë¬žì ìŽìëë ë°ìë ëì¬í ì¬ì í ëª ìŽ ì ììë€. ìŒêµŽì ììì¥í ë°ë€, ëì¬ ë° ëì€ê³ ë€ìŽê° ë° ë€ìŽê° ì°ììž ëª»ì§ììë€. ì¬ìë ë륌 볎ì ëì í¬ê² ëšë©° 묌ìë€. â귞쪜ì ëêµ¬ì£ ?â ê·ž ë§ì ëë ìŽìŽê° ììë€. âê·žë¬ë 귞쪜ì ëêµ°ë°ì?â ì 2í âì êµìŒ, ììŽ? ìŒë¥ž ë€ìŽì.â ëŽê° íì°ž ëµëµíŽíê³ ìì ë, íìê° ë€ê°ì ë¯ì ì¬ì륌 ì¹ì íê² ë§ìŽíë€. ì¬ìë íìì ìŽëë¡ ê³§ì¥ ì§ ìì ë€ìŽì°ë€. ê·žë¬ì íìê° ì°ëŠ¬ë¥Œ ìê°íë€. ì¬ìë íìì ì¹í ì¹êµ¬ìžë°, ìŽëŠì ìŽì êµ, ë°ë¡ ìì§ì ìŽê³ ììë€. âì êµìŒ, ìŽ ì¬ëì ëì± ìšì ê°ì ë§ìì ìŽë ëììŽìŒ, ì ìížëŒê³ , ìŽì ììŽ.â ì êµëŒë ì¬ìë ìŽìí ëìŒë¡ ë륌 볎ëë ìŽëŽ ë¹ê·žë ììë€. âëì± ìšíí ìŽë ê² ìŽëŠ¬ê³ ììꞎ ëììŽ ë€ ìììŽ?â âìíž ìš ìŽì ë§ ëí ì¡žì íìŽ. ê·žë¬ë ë¹ì°í ì ì§. ì ì ë¿ë§ ìëëŒ ìì² íŒì€íŽ.â ëŽ ì°©ê°ìŒì§ ëªšë¥Žê² ìŒë íìì ë§ì§ë§ íë§ëë ë¬Žì² ì믞ì¬ì¥íë€. ì¬ì§ìŽ ëêžžë§ì ëŽ ìë륌 íëê±°ë žë€. ê·ž ëìì ëë ë ë¶ížíŽì¡ë€. ê·žë, ì êµ ëëê° ë륌 ììëë¡ íëë 묌ìë€. âíì°ì, ë€ê° ë§íë ë§ì¬ì§ì¬ê° ì€ë§ ìŽ ì¬ëìŽìŒ?â âë§ì. ìíž ìšê° ìŽëŠŽ ëë¶í° í ìë²ì§íí ë§ì¬ì§ë¥Œ ë°°ì ë. ììšê° ìì² ì¢ì.â íìë ë§ì ë§ì¹ìë§ì ë륌 뎀ë€. âìê¹ ë¯žì² ë§íì§ ëª»íëë°, ì¬ì€ ëŽ ì¹êµ¬ê° í늬ì ì²ì¶ê° ìíë€ê³ íŽìì. ê°ë ê°ìŽë ëµëµíëì. ìëë íìì¬ë¥Œ ë¶ë¬ ë§ì¬ì§ ì¢ ë°ê² íë €ê³ íëë°, ìíž ìšê° ë§ì¹š ë§ì¬ì§í ì€ ìììì. ê·žëì íë² ë°ìë³Žê² íë €ê³ ì.â âê·žë° ê±°ìêµ°.â ëë ëšë²ì ì¹ëíë€. âí곌 íìê° ë륌 ìŽê³³ìì ëšžë¬Œê² íŽì£Œê³ ìŒì늬ë ììëŽ ì€¬ëë°, ìŽë° ìŒ ì ëìŒ ë¹ì°í ëììŒì§.â ê·žë, ì êµ ëëê° ë¶ëë¬ìŽì§ íì륌 ììŒë¡ ëê³ ê°ë€. âìŽê±Ž ì¢ ìëì§ ìë? ë묎 ì ìë°?â âì ì ê² ë ìŽëì? ì ììë¡ ì¢ì ê±° ìëìŒ? ì ìŽìŒ íìŽ ì¢ê³ , ê·žëìŒ ë ê°ì ì ë¶ë 륌 ížíê² ëªšì€ ì ììì.â âë¬Žìš íì늬íë ê±°ìŒ. ë ê·žë° ì¬ë ìëê±°ë .â ì êµ ëëë ìŒêµŽì ë¶íë€. ê·žë¬ì íìê° ì±êž ììŒë©° ëëµíë€. âëëŽìŽìŒ. ë€ê° 귞쪜ìŒë¡ ìê°íëê¹ ê·žë ì§. ìì§í ë§íŽëŽ, ë€ ëšíž ë°ë ëì ì§ì ì ìëë°, ê·žëì íê³ ì¶ì§ ìììŽ?â âë ê³ì ìŽë¬ë©Ž ë ê°ë€?â ê·žë, íìê° ê·ê¹ì§ 빚ê°ì§ ì êµ ëëì í짱ì ëŒë©° ë§íë€. âìììŽ. ì ë늎ê². ëë ì ìê³ ì°ìí ê·ë¶ìžìŽìŒ. ëì§? ê·žë°ë° ì°ëŠ¬ ìíž ìš ììš ìì² ì¢ì. íë² íŽëŽ. ì ê³ ììꞎ ëšìê° ë°ì ìë ëì ìê°ë³Žë€ìŒ ë«ì§ ìê² ìŽ?â ì êµ ëëë íìì ë§ì ìŒëŠ¬ê° ìë€ê³ ìê°íëì§ ê³ ê°ë¥Œ ëëìë€. âê·žëŒ ìì ììŽ ì€. ì ê·žë¬ë©Ž ìŽìí ê² ê°ì.â âê·žë, ê°ìŽ ììŽ ì€ê².â ë ì¬ëì íì°ž ëì ì곀거늬ëë ê·žì ìŒ ëŽ ììŒë¡ ë€ê°ìë€. ì êµ ëëê° íìëë¬ ëšŒì ìë² ë³Žì¬ë¬ëŒê³ íì íìë êµ°ë§ ììŽ ìíì ìëë žë€. âìíž ìš, ììíŽì.â ëë ìì륌 ê°ì žì íìë ìì ìì ë§ì¬ì§ë¥Œ íêž° ììíë€. ìœëŒë³ 몞맀륌 ìì í íìì ìë©ìŽë ëê·žëê³ ë³Œë¡íŽ ëë ì ë ëªšë¥Žê² ëëŠ¬ê³ ì¶ë€ë ìê°ìŽ ë€ìë€. âíì°, ìŽë? ììíŽ?â ì êµ ëëê° ë¬Œìë€. âë¹ì°íì§, ìŽë ê² ììíêž°ë ì€ëë§ìŽìŒ.â íìì ë®ì ì ìì늬ì ëì ì êµ ëëë ìŒêµŽìŽ íë ë¬ìì¬ëë€. ì¬ì§ìŽ ìëê° í°ì§ ê² ê°ì ꎎë¡ìíê³ ìì ë, ì êµ ëëë ë¶ìì°ì€ëœê² ë€ëŠ¬ë¥Œ êœ ëªšìë€. âëìŽ, ì êµìŒ. ìŽì ë€ ì°šë¡ìŒ.â íìë ìíìì ìŒìŽë ì°ëŠ¬ìê² ë¬Œì ë°ëŒì£Œì, ì êµ ëëë ë¶ëë¬ìíë©Žì ìíì ëëë ë€ëŠ¬ì ëŽì륌 ë®ìë€. â쯧, ìì ë€ëŠ¬ë¥Œ ê°ëŠ¬ë€ë, ììœë€.â íì§ë§ ì묎늬 ë®ëë€ê³ íŽë ì벜í 몞맀륌 ê°ëŠŽ ìë ììë€. ì êµ ëëë ë§ë¥ž 첎íìŽì§ë§ ëì¬ ë° ëì€ê³ ë€ìŽê° ë° ë€ìŽê° ë°ë€ ìŒêµŽê¹ì§ ëììŽëŒ ëêžžì ë ëìë€. ê·žë ëŽê° ìì ìŽê¹šì ëì ì êµ ëëì ëªžìŽ ë»£ë»£íê² êµ³ìë€. âíìëì íìëìŽëŒ ë í ì ìë€ì§ë§, íìë ì¹êµ¬ë êŽì°®ìì? 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목ìšìŽ ëšìëì§ ìëë€ê³ .â ëë ììŒë¡ ìì°ì±ì³€ë€. âëìì. ì êµíí ì íí ê±°ëê¹ ê°ìŽ ìŒííë©Žì ë ì¬ë ìŽìŽì€ê²ì. ì€ë ì êµê° ìíž ìšë¥Œ ì§ì ìŽëí ì§ êž°ëëë€ì. ìŒë¥ž íŽê²°íŽìŒ ìíž ìš íë€ íì¬ë ìŒë¥ž ì ì늬 ì°Ÿì ì ìì ê±°ìì.â íìë ë§ì ë§ì¹ìë§ì í늬륌 íë€ë©° ë°ìŒë¡ ëê° ë²ë žë€. íë¡ ëšê²šì§ ë ìì ê·žì ìŒ íì¥ì€ìì ë늿ë늿 ê±žìŽ ëìì§ë§, ìì ìšíµ ëìŒë¡ ì ìë€. ë묎 ì°žê³ ììë íìŽìë€. íìíí ë§€ë² ìŽë° ììŒë¡ ìê·¹ë¹íê³ ì ëë¡ í ì ììŒë ë¯žì¹ ê²ë§ ê°ìë€. íì§ë§ íì ìíŽì ì°žì ìë°ì ìë€. íìë ìíì ìì ì êµ ëëìê² ì ííë€. âì ëê°ê² ë€ê³ ? ì? ìëŒ, ëë ëê°ì. ì ëê°ë©Ž ìíž ìšëë¬ ë ììì ëŽë €ì€ëŒê³ íë€?â âë? ëŽê° ë묎íë€ê³ ? ê·žë, ë ìë ìŽë. ìŽë¡í 걎ë°?â âê·žë, ê·žëŒ ìœìí ê±°ë€? 5ë¶ ë·ë¬ž ììì êž°ë€ëŠŽê².â íìë ì í륌 ëì ë륌 í¥íŽ ììŒë©° ë§íë€. âíŽê²°íìŽì. ê°ì ì· ê°ìì ìŽì. ìŽë°ê° ìŽì íŽìŒ íëê¹. êž°ìµíŽì, ì꟞ ë€ìªœì ëŽìŒ íŽì, ìíëŒìŽìŠê° ìì í ëê¹.â âë€.â ëë 지ë§íê² ëëµíê³ ê³§ë°ë¡ ì· ê°ìì ìŒë¬ ê°ë€. ê·žë¬ë©Žì ëŽì¬ íìê° ë§í ìíëŒìŽìŠê° ëê¹ êž°ëíë€. ëŽê° ìŽëŽ ì·ì ê°ìì ê³ íìì íšê» 묞 ììì êž°ë€ë žë€. ê·žë¬ëë ìŒë§ ì§ëì§ ìì ì êµ ëëê° ëìë€. ë¶ì ìíŒì€ë ì êµ ëëì íì íŒë¶ë¥Œ ë í¬ê² ë§ë€ìê³ , Vë¥ìŽëŒ ê°ìŽê³šìŽ í€í ëë¬ë¬ë€. 귞걞 볞 ìê° ëë ëì ìê³ ë§ìë€. âì êµ ëëì ëªžë§€ê° ì¢ì ì€ì ììì§ë§ ìŽ ì ëìŒ ì€ìŽìŒ.â ì êµ ëëë ìŒë¶ë¬ ëŽ ëì íŒíë©° íìì í짱ì ëŒëë ëŽ ììŒë¡ ì§ëê°ë€. ê·žë° ë°ìì ëë ëµëµíê³ ììíë€. ìê¹ ë§ì¬ì§í ëë§ íŽë ë¶ëª ìŽê°ê² ëíëë°, ì ê°ìêž° ìŽë ê² ì°šê°ìì¡ëì§. ì¬ì§ìŽ ëŽ ëë ì ë§ì£Œì¹ê³ ìë€. âì€ë§ ëŽê° ë묎 묎ë¡íŽì íë¬ë?â ì°ëŠ¬ë ê³§ì¥ ê³ëšì ëŽë €ê°ë€. ê·ž ì¬ìŽ ì êµ ëëë íìì ìê³ ë ë€ìì§ë§ ëë íŒì ê¿ë€ ëì 볎ë°ëŠ¬ì²ëŒ ìì ë©ê·žë¬ë ì ììë€. ê·žê² ë묎 ëµëµíê³ êŽŽë¡ì ì§ë§ ì°šì íìë§ì ê°ìêž° ë€ë¥Œ ëì볎멎 ìíëŒìŽìŠê° ìì ê±°ëŒë íìì ë§ìŽ ë ì¬ëë€. ê·ž ìíëŒìŽìŠê° 묎ììžì§ ê¶êžíì¬ ëë ê³ì 백믞ë¬ë¡ ë€ë¥Œ íëê±°ë žë€. íì§ë§ íìë ì êµ ëëì ìê³ ë ë€êž°ë§ í ë¿, êž°ëíë ìíëŒìŽìŠë ììë€. âíìë, ì°ëŠ¬ ìŽë ê°ì?â êžžì 묌ìŽë³žë€ë 걞 íê³ ìŒì ë í ë² ë€ëì뎀ì§ë§ ì¬ì í ìíëŒìŽìŠë ììë€. íì§ë§ ì êµ ëëì ëë¹ìŽ ë§ì£Œì¹ ìê°, ì êµ ëëì ìŒêµŽìŽ 빚ê°ê² ë¬ìì€ë¥Žëë ìŽëŽ ìì ì íŒíë€. 귞걎 ë¹í©íê³ ìŽì¡°íŽíë ëë¹ìŽ í늌ììë€. ê·ž ìê° ëŽ ê°ìŽì ì² ë ëŽë €ììë€. ì êµ ëëë ì§êž íë ìë ê² ìëëŒ ëì ìžì ìŽìŽê°ì§ ê³ ë¯Œíë ê±°ìë€. 귞걞 ìžì§íì ëë êž°ìšì 죌첎í ì ììë€. 귞걎 ì êµ ëëë ëíí ë§ììŽ ìë€ë ë»ìŽììŒë. âêŽí묞 êŽì¥ìŒë¡ ê°ì.â âë€.â íìì ë§ì ëë 지ë§íê² ëëµíë€. ê·žë¬ê³ ë ê³§ì¥ ížëí°ì êºŒëŽ êžžì ê²ìíê³ ë ìëì 걞ìë€. ì°šê° ì 첎 구ê°ì ìŽë¥Žì ì¢ì²ëŒ ìëê° ëì§ ìì ëë ë€ì ë€ë¥Œ íëê±°ë žë€. ê·žëŠ¬ê³ ê·ž ìê° ì êµ ëëê° í¬í°ë¥Œ ëŽëŠ¬ë 몚ìµì ëŽë²ë žë€. | LEARN_MORE | https://operkn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11942&u | ëšì± ìì€ ëªšì | https://www.facebook.com/61560317043692/ | 124 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | operkn.com | IMAGE | https://operkn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11942&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476359457_1068657881974299_3048820725284479605_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VwuCRTy5DNwQ7kNvgEcI7SC&_nc_oc=Adj-oQ82ygUDqEaF7rV8Nd_ThqW84fiTqKQ0rUuMKtrGW8XFTW1xYxr9ZzJrL-UI1ty-qvszP4X4OLyW8cgETPqH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AEIEQlErfi-gfiRMVRpGOx-&oh=00_AYCDRME9wdmivX07nJ3-mibVxpLopEQe9UeziGWzxmyZ2w&oe=67AF286E | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | ëšì± ìì€ ëªšì | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |