"Nasha, drink up." Liam handed Nasha a glass of drink.
"Liam, what's this?" asked Nasha as she reached for the glass, and smelled the aroma, it didn't taste good.
"Oh, it's a potion for nausea and vomiting, it's safe for pregnant women. Drink it, it will definitely help you feel better," Liam replied with a sweet smile.
Nasha nodded and was about to take the drink. However, suddenly the glass slipped from her hand and the contents spilled on the floor. Liam looked at her with a very upset face.
"Ouch, I'm sorry, Liam. I really didn't mean to," Nasha said while bowing her head.
"It's okay, I'll make some more later," Liam replied in a cold tone.
Liam clenched his fists in anger at having failed to abort the baby in Nasha's womb.
"Nasha, I have to get back to the restaurant."
"Yes, Liam," said Nasha, who was cleaning the dirty floor from the spilled potion.
"Remember, Nasha, don't you dare go outside the apartment, okay?" Liam warned Nasha again. He did not want Bastian to find Nasha.
Liam hopes that Bastian will be killed by the human race. Hoping that Bastian's cover would be blown.
"Yes. You just calm down. I'm not going anywhere."
Liam nodded then he immediately left the apartment. This time Liam again used his strength to get to the restaurant.
It was almost late afternoon, Nasha felt so bored being cooped up in the apartment. She wanted to breathe fresh air and see the world outside.
"If I go undercover. Bastian and Aiden won't be able to recognize me, right?" Nasha thought.
Carefully, Nasha decided to disguise herself and quietly leave the apartment without telling Liam in the hope of not running into Bastian or Aiden.
Nasha wore a long, jet-black wig and thick glasses that partially covered her face. She wore a thick jacket that covered her slender body and loose jeans. After feeling confident in her disguise, Nasha slowly opened the apartment door and stepped out.
With careful steps, she made her way to the edge of the forest. Nasha was sure the place would be safe from Bastian. She enjoyed the solitude and peace she felt there. The breeze that hit her face made Nasha feel so happy.
"There can't be wolves and vampires here, right?" she murmured.
Nasha was actually very afraid that she would be disturbed again by the vampires and werewolves.
However, fate said otherwise. Unexpectedly, Nasha ran into Bastian who was walking at the edge of the forest. Bastian who had just turned into an ordinary human.
"It's bad!" Nasha tapped her forehead, trying not to show her fear so Bastian wouldn't get suspicious.
Bastian is silent for a moment. "Is she Nasha?" Even though Nasha had disguised herself, Bastian who was an Alpha werewolf was able to smell the aura generated by Nasha's body when they accidentally crossed paths.
"Am I wrong?" asked Bastian suspiciously to himself. He began to snort, and sure enough the aura on the woman's body was exactly the aura that was on Nasha.
Nasha tried to pass quickly, but Bastian immediately noticed. In an instant, Bastian chased after Nasha and managed to catch her.
"Don't dodge, I know it's you, Nasha," Bastian said firmly. He removed Nasha's long hair wig and glasses.
Nasha was surprised and tried to get away, but Bastian was too strong for her. "Let me go, Bastian!" Nasha shouted, but her efforts were in vain.
Bastian dragged Nasha away, took her to his luxurious apartment and kept her in the room.
"You won't be able to escape again," Bastian said coldly.
"Let me go, Bastian! I beg you! Let me go!" Nasha shouted while crying, not expecting that she would even return to this apartment to become Bastian's prisoner.
"Nasha, I won't let you go. You have to understand, I did it to protect you. Besides, I really need the aura from your body," said Bastian.
Nasha struggled, trying to break free from Bastian's grasp. "No, Bastian! I don't want to be confined like this! I want to be free!" Nasha shouted with tears in her eyes. She didn't understand what Bastian meant about Nasha's aura.
"I know you feel confined, but trust me, this is for your own good. I don't want you to get hurt or even killed by my enemies," Bastian replied in a soft yet firm tone.
"What do you mean, Bastian?" asked Nasha, looking serious.
Bastian already knew that Nasha was actually a descendant of the werewolf race. Nasha was a half. Aiden had managed to get that information. It turned out that Nasha's mother was the omega of the Fridolf group before the group was led by Bastian. Back then, the Fridolf pack was led by Bastian's father.
"Nasha, I already know your identity. You are half, right? Your mother is a werewolf. Your mother is the Omega of the Fridolf pack where my father used to be the Alpha who was the leader. Your mother married a human, she left the Fridolf pack to marry a human."
Nasha was wide-eyed as Bastian learned her identity of being born from the womb of a woman of werewolf origin.
"So, you... "
"Yes, Nasha. I am the Alpha of my father's replacement Fridolf pack. However, lately your power has been weakening so much that I can't even control my own power. I often turn into a werewolf at inopportune times," Bastian explained. "Only you... only the aura from your body allows me to control my powers!"
However, Nasha still could not accept the reasons Bastian told her. She felt her freedom had been taken away, and she could not live like this.
"I don't care, Bastian! I choose to live as an ordinary human, unwilling to mingle with your people, the werewolves. And you cannot control my life, Bastian! I'm not a doll that you can play with at will! You just find another woman just like me, with that aura you're talking about!"
Bastian looked at Nasha with a serious face. "I know you won't accept it, Nasha. But I just want to take care of you. I don't want to lose you. And another thing, you might be a Luna, the alpha's mate. You must accept your destiny, Nasha."
"A Luna?" Nasha looked at Bastian with a confused look.
"You will understand later, Nasha. I beg you, stay here. I want you, want the aura on your body." Bastian kissed Nasha on the lips just like that, making Nasha glare.
Both of Nasha's hands are still firmly gripped. She could not resist as Bastian continued to fondle her.
"Nasha, I want it. I want to make love to you. Do you want to serve me?" Bastian whispered. Then he looked back at Nasha with a sweet-looking smile.