Mechelle POV
As the sky gradually darkened, swathes of darkness surged towards me.
My room overlooked the swimming pool, with the window half-open, not even locked, allowing the sound of someone swimming in the pool to filter through.
"Molly, when do you think Morris will come pick me up? Molly, Molly."
Unfortunately, Molly wasn't around. She came to me on my 18th birthday, a beautiful white wolf.
Failing to summon Molly left me feeling a bit disheartened. So, I decided to take a shower and slipped into my favorite cartoon nightgown.
A strange room, unfamiliar people, and the alpha of the Duncan family.
A chill ran through me, starting from the soles of my feet and sweeping over my entire body.
In the moonlight, a robust figure leaped into the pool, staying submerged for quite a while before resurfacing. His honey-colored skin glistened in the water. I couldn't deny that the man's physique was indeed hot, with every muscle perfectly proportioned...
At that moment, I suddenly felt a gaze upon me, and I instinctively moved aside, afraid of being caught by that dreadful man.
I placed a hand lightly on my chest, feeling as though my heart had almost leaped out of my throat. It seemed he had spotted me. By the time I stole another glance, the pool was empty.
Outside my door, heavy footsteps drew nearer, and I trembled slightly in fear. I had never been so scared before. Since encountering this man, I felt increasingly timid.
The footsteps seemed to halt right outside my door, never advancing further.
Despite just a door between us, this distance somehow made me feel safe.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door handle turning, before I could react, the tightly shut door was pushed open by large hands, and swiftly, a figure darted in, the door closing behind them silently.
"What... What do you want?" I instinctively took a step back, my back pressing against the wardrobe.
Facing this sinister man before me, I couldn't help but feel afraid. There was an invisible pressure in the air, yet my gaze was drawn to his stunning features.
The soft light outlined his perfect facial contours, his damp hair dripping with water droplets. His handsome eyebrows raised slightly, his thin lips curling into a wicked smirk. His gaze towards me carried a hint of disdain and contempt.
"What do you think I'll do?" He leaned against the cold wall with one hand, his muscular body slowly advancing towards me, trapping me in the corner beside the wardrobe.
"Alexander Duncan, I am a guest in your house. Is this how your family treats guests?" I tried to remain calm, my tone tinged with dissatisfaction and anger.
He chuckled coldly, a sinister chill flashing in his deep, night-like eyes. His low voice was like the chilling wind of winter. "A guest? A woman like you dares to consider herself a guest in the Duncan household?"
"Whether I am worthy or not is not for you to decide. The fact remains." I blurted out, my pride not allowing me to show weakness in front of this man, despite my fear.
"Say that again?" His deep voice echoed once more as his slender fingers tightly gripped my chin, while his other hand crossed my wrists, rendering me almost immobile.
Alexander Duncan leaned in, his muscular body pressing tightly against mine. I wore a spaghetti strap nightgown, and his pressure caused an overwhelming sensation in my chest.
I stared at him with eyes filled with humiliation, disgrace, anger, regret... I never imagined I would attract such a demon.
I tried to break free from his grasp, but as I lifted my foot, he seemed to anticipate my move and evaded my attack.
"Using the same method twice in front of me, how foolish!" He increased the pressure on my jaw, almost as if he wanted to crush it. I couldn't bear the pain anymore, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Yet, he didn't let go, showing no mercy whatsoever. He sneered, his thin lips curling in mockery. "Rest assured, a woman like you is too filthy for me to touch. I have no interest in your body."
His eyes darkened further, a hint of malice seeping through. "But I do enjoy seeing you in pain."
"Get lost!" I gritted my teeth, spitting out the words.
"Mechelle Diaz, you've got quite the nerve. I wonder if you'll still be this proud when there's no pack to shelter you one day," he sneered coldly.
I remembered what Morris told me last night, feeling a pang of nervousness. I bit my lip, refraining from retorting for the first time.
Alexander Duncan released my jaw but still crossed my wrists, rendering me immobile. The overpowering scent of alpha surrounded me, leaving me with nowhere to run.
"Do you know why Morris Diaz sent you to the Duncan family?" he chuckled sinisterly, as if sizing up his prey.
I stared at him in shock, momentarily forgetting the danger he posed.
"Why?" I asked involuntarily.
"Because you're going to be my stepmother soon," he said, his words hitting me like a heavy hammer. No, it couldn't be! My father wouldn't marry me off to Elder Daniel. He's older than my father.
Fear flashed in my eyes as I pondered many things in a short time, but I couldn't believe my father would marry me off to a sixty-year-old man.
"No, I won't believe you unless my father tells me himself," I said. Even the Moon Goddess wouldn't agree to this.
"Then you wait! Wait to marry a man older than your father. But don't you dare cheat on my father. If you dare cuckold Daniel Duncan, he won't spare you. He'll strip you naked and throw you to over a dozen hungry rogues. Imagine that scene..." He laughed cruelly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
"No! Please—" I screamed, trembling uncontrollably.
The next moment, I heard a mocking sneer, tinged with an indescribable disgust and mockery. "Mechelle Diaz, do you want everyone to know that you're a woman who can't stand loneliness?"
A playful smirk played at the corner of his thin lips as he continued, "But then again, that's just who you are. It doesn't matter if others find out."
I flushed with anger, tears swirling in my eyes, glaring at the man before me, feeling a surge of fear, terror, and humiliation once again engulfing me.
"Don't look at me like that. I've never liked women who come knocking on my door," Alexander Duncan scoffed, his tone especially grating.
"You!"
"Don't tell me you're not one," he taunted.
"Alexander Duncan, don't assume everyone is like you. I'm not the kind of woman you described," I retorted, unable to bear this insult any longer.
"Is that so?" He slowly curved his lips, a sinister smile spreading deep into his eyes.
Alexander Duncan pressed tightly against my body, separated only by thin nightwear and shirt fabric. His warm breath brushed against my face, impossible to evade. Meanwhile, a sweet scent of daisies filled my chest.