Get off.
Hearing Jack's voice, I shivered violently, waking up from a nightmare. As I opened my eyes in a dazed state, I met Jack's icy gaze. Thinking of what he had just said, I secretly rubbed my slightly numb bottom, preparing to get off the car.
"Who is the man you were calling in your dream?" Jack abruptly grabbed my wrist again, this time pulling me directly onto him.
"What?" My mind was a bit fuzzy from just waking up, and I didn't hear clearly, so I asked again instinctively.
"I'm asking who Liam is?" Jack's hand kept squeezing, and my wrist hurt from being held so tightly. I tried to pull back a bit in resistance, but he pulled me even harder towards him.
"It's none of your business." I didn't want to bring up that disgusting man now, nor did I think I was close enough to Jack to discuss our love lives with each other.
"It's none of my business, Amelia. You don't seem to understand the current situation. I bought you, and you are my plaything. A plaything has no right to refuse its owner." Jack's tone was low, as if suppressing some terrifying emotion. The next moment, he dragged me out of the car and walked towards a standalone mansion in front of us.
"Let go, I am not your possession, nor will I belong to you." I was pulled forward by Jack, staggering and on the verge of falling multiple times, only to be pulled back up by him each time.
Alpha.
As we entered the villa, the stewards, dressed properly, bowed to Jack one by one, calling out his name.
What kind of strange name is Alpha, I couldn't help but feel curious about this name as I was pulled forward by Jack.
But there was no time for further thought; after leading me to the second floor, Jack threw me onto a bed in a room, which was predominantly black and filled with the strong woody scent of Jack. I fell onto the soft black quilt and rolled to the side to avoid Jack's attempt to press down on me.
Watching me escape, Jack sat semi-upright on the edge of the bed, his icy golden eyes bursting with immense coldness as they unblinkingly swept over me.
I shrunk back towards the bedside, trying to minimize my presence, but this thought was rather naive; Jack suddenly reached out and grabbed the nearest ankle, pulling it down.
My grip on the bedside table was forced to loosen under the immense pull, and then I fell into an embrace that was fiercely warm.
"What do you want?" I bit my lip hard, hands protectively over my chest, looking at the handsome man holding me with a sense of despair. I didn't know what he intended by bringing me to this strange place, but it was clear that he was in a bad mood, and I was afraid of what he might do to me.
"A plaything should recognize its place and not attempt to defy the master's orders." Jack rubbed his head against my neck, one hand lifting the hem of my shirt and moving back and forth around my waist.
The coolness of the air contacting my skin was in stark contrast to the warmth of Jack's hand, the two extremes wandered around my sensitive waist, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. As I reached out to stop the hand that was misbehaving at my waist, I was held with both hands overhead by the other person, and then their tall body pressed me down into the bed and kissed my lips.
"Mm." I tried to avoid his tongue, but the hand that was pinching me hard disrupted my breathing, allowing him to delve deeper, dragging my thoughts into a downward spiral.
I'm not keen on reliving the events that followed; how he roughly tore off my clothes, regardless of my threats or requests, I received no mercy from him. He still violated me.
"Amelia, don't let me hear another man's name from your mouth." After everything ended, Jack got up and went to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard. I lay on my side, my gaze vacant, looking at the window of the room, watching the small birds fly by outside, and tears silently streamed down from my sore eyes.
This is nothing? I'm my bed companion.
I want to go home, not I have no home, nowhere belongs to me, I may not exist, alive is a kind of pain.
My eyes fell on the goblet placed on the table by the bed.
Die, die is not tired.
I climbed my sore body, pulled the sheet wrapped myself and slowly walked to the table, reached for the goblet on the table and held it high, and watched it snap on the ground into pieces of glass.
Really miserable.
Looking at the goblet that happened like me, there was a strange flash of empathy in my mind.
I picked up a piece of debris on the ground squatting on the ground of the debris pile without hesitation to the white wrist cut down.
Red blood flowed out of my wrist, and I felt relieved. "What are you doing?" I followed the voice and saw that Jack had come out of the bathroom without my noticing. His hair was completely soaked, and water dripped messily onto his silk pajamas.
He frowned and walked quickly towards me, and his disheveled pace completely devoid of the morning's composure. He took quick steps and soon stood before me, pulling me up as he saw my wound, his eyes turning blue once again.
"You want to commit suicide," Jack's words were spoken with gnashing of teeth intonation.
I paid no attention to him, simply closing my eyes to feel my life force ebbing away.
And then there was nothing more, I fainted.
Male Lead Perspective
I lifted my eyelids and glanced at Jim in front of me. He is a Beta of our clan and my personal doctor, currently stammering as he reported to his employer the treatment status of the person in the villa.
"You mean to say that she needs to rest for such a minor injury." I looked at Jim without expression, finding it somewhat laughable. Is it really that serious just because her wrist was cut?
"Alpha, after all, Miss Amelia is human and doesn't have your healing abilities." Jim carefully looked up at my expression and replied.
That's enough, you may leave.
Upon hearing the door close, I rubbed my temples irritably, threw the pen in my hand into the air in front of the unoccupied space, and sneered, "Hmph, this is the mate you think is weak, as fragile as an ant."
Jack is yours too," Julia replied lazily after yawning, "He is my wolf and my most important companion, usually in hibernation, only appearing at critical moments.
To be honest, I often don't understand him.
When Amelia first appeared, he acted out of character, as if he had been injected with a stimulant, insisting that this girl was our mate.
No, I won't acknowledge someone so weak, I won't fall for her, she will only be my bed partner.
"Yes, it's up to you, I'm just giving you some good advice. If you don't accept it, what can I do?" Julia said, then yawned again and stopped talking.
"What do you mean." I frowned, staring intently at the smiling face in the doctor's report, feeling an unnamed flame growing stronger in my heart. She, even her smile is quite pleasant.
Julia didn't reply to me, and I'm used to not pursuing it any further, continuing to deal with the pile of documents. Perhaps, besides me, no werewolf would be so distant from their own kind.