And if so, then it was necessary to protect themselves and their fortune. But how, if according to the terms of the will, they were not supposed to draw up a marriage contract? Only if they made the future marriage real.
He would have to sleep with this flirt so that she would not have the desire to have a lover at his side. He did not want to become a laughing stock in the eyes of the public. This woman had neither shame nor conscience.
Amelia came out of the bathroom almost an hour later. Her thick hair was gathered on top of her head in a careless bun, and a few damp curls framed her face. She was wearing a huge white hotel robe that dragged on the floor. Alex noticed that without heels the girl barely reached his feet.
Without makeup, without a perfectly chosen dress, she looked young and very fragile. The kind that you wanted to hide from everyone and protect.
As soon as the girl left the damp room, an unpleasant smell reached him. Alex winced from the aroma hovering around her. He had caught this smell on her before, but now its concentration was too high and caused only disgust in him.
After watching the young she-wolf, as if nothing had happened, heading to the dressing room and sitting down next to her suitcase, he could not resist asking:
"I ordered a masseuse for seven in the evening. Where is she?"
"I canceled the session," she replied, continuing to rummage through her suitcase.
"You had no right to do this!" he growled, boiling with anger again.
"I can do it myself. They say I'm pretty good at it. And I do not doubt it!" he said, going up to the bar and pouring himself a drink. No nerves will be enough with this bitch.
Finally, the girl fished out two dresses from his depths and applied them to herself one after the other. "Which one do you think is better to wear?"
Alex froze from the unexpected change in her mood. One moment she was a cheeky charmer, the next a playful girl choosing an outfit for herself.
"If this continues, she will soon throw a tantrum," the werewolf thought and drank the whiskey he had poured into his glass in one gulp.
Amelia took off her robe and stood naked before him. Alex watched with bated breath as she put on her underwear and could not look away. His groin became tight and painful as hell. He had hoped to relieve the tension with the help of an experienced masseuse, but no such luck.
He would have to endure it a little. Not wanting to get even more worked up, Alex headed to the bathroom to take an ice-cold shower.
When Alex came out of the bathroom, Amelia was sitting in a chair sipping champagne. He noticed with irritation that the girl had ordered alcohol again, although he knew that she was not a fan of sparkling wines.
The young she-wolf again appeared in her usual image - in the role of a luxurious seductress. She had managed to put on makeup, emphasizing her blue eyes and no less appetizing lips. Now she was wearing a bright red dress that hugged her body like a glove and favorably emphasized all her curves and bulges, and on her feet were high-heeled shoes.
Even higher than those she had been wearing before. Thick wavy raven-colored hair fell in a lush shock on her shoulders, partially covering her bare back, and earrings with small diamonds sparkled in her ears. Amelia's lips twisted nervously, and Alex guessed that another scene was waiting for him.
While Alex was in the shower, he thought about what he should do with the flighty girl. He would marry Amelia Forston because he had no other choice, but at the same time, he needed to do it in such a way that he could dictate his terms to her, and not the other way around.
Of course, he could use his strength against her, but he did not want to take things to the point of absurdity. Amelia imagined that she would blackmail him into accepting her as a contractual couple, but he would do it not for her sake, but for the sake of his family and his clan.
"Before we go to dinner, I want to tell you the basic rules that you will have to strictly follow for at least this year," Alex said, reaching for a fresh shirt.
The young she-wolf crossed her legs and began to swing one leg like a bored schoolgirl.
"Well, tell me, if it will make it a little easier for you to perceive our imminent union. And I will think about whether I should agree with them or not."
Alex took a tie from the wardrobe and began to tie it.
"If you do not agree to them, I will not declare us a couple. You need me even more than I need you, do not forget about it."
Amelia stubbornly pursed her lips and sternly looked at the man point-blank: "And what kind of stupid rules are these?"
"First of all, I demand that you behave decently everywhere and always, like a real Luna of the Silver clan," he began. "You know my family, right?"
"Yes, I know your parents and brothers, and I know your daughters-in-law. I still keep in touch with Laura. She once called me and invited me to see their baby, since I couldn't attend a family celebration where my parents were invited."
"By the way, why didn't you come?"
Amelia resolutely looked away and answered dismissively, "I had other things to do."
She couldn't tell him that she decided not to bother her soul, not to see the newborn wolf cub. Amelia was perfectly aware that she couldn't have children except with Alex, but he didn't need to know that truth. He could still meet someone who would give him a child, but she wouldn't.