A collar just for her

"Send her to the sober-elves breeding centre."

She had a long carriage ride in which she didn't get a bit of food, and it was the first time she had ever felt hungry. She rode in the carriage, changed boats, changed to other transport, and then she was sent to the sober-elves breeding centre where she waited to be selected and picked up by the sober-elves shopkeepers.

Those days were very turbulent, she didn't get a good night's sleep and was cold in her dreams.

Then she woke up cold, or rather because she was about to wake up when she heard someone crying.

The sound of that crying was so sad that it sent chills down one's subconscious heart. It was accompanied by a guttural moan of pain, a cry for help and a vent.

It was a male voice, she didn't know who it was, but the thought of being so close ... Her face turned snow-white in a flash.

Having been bought away only a few hours earlier, when it was still light, she finally found herself presented with the opportunity to be truly alone. She wrapped herself tightly under the covers and hugged her legs under them, thinking to herself that this was horrible.

Her master had been very kind to her from the moment she met him, not to mention not sucking her blood, not scolding her, and even ... hugged her.

That could be called an embrace, right? It was tight, like being wrapped carefully in warmth, his big hands patting down her back one by one, with soothing power.

She was lost in thought when the moan of pain suddenly increased, and she didn't know what she was facing, the sound was like a sob, and she could feel the pain in that cry.

It was false, it must be false. This must be her owner torturing a male sober-elves, perhaps ... He had some real intention that could not be revealed at this time, so he had been acting gentle and chipper in her presence.

She thought of his cousin, they bore a slight resemblance and he was amiable to her, they were from the same family, and in a werewolf pack, everyone would basically keep the same habits.

But what exactly were his intentions?

She puzzled over it for a long time, until it was almost dawn, her thoughts jumbled and she was so sleepy and tired that she drifted off to sleep.

...

When she jerked awake from her dream once more, she opened her eyes only to find that it was not the same roof as last night.

The room was very quiet and she had slept in a much larger bed.

She sat up sharply, and on doing so she realised that Joshua was sitting at the round table beside the bed, reading a book of poetry. His eyelashes were brown, brown and dense, and in the light of the sun, they had a lustrous hue that was very moving.

Sunlight?

Letitia takes a closer look and realises that she is not in a room, she is on a plane.

All around her was decorated with the same racial emblem that was on Joshua's earrings, which must have been Joshua's private plane.

"You're awake?" Joshua heard the movement and closed his poetry book and turned his head, his demeanour so natural that Letitia subconsciously relaxed.

She squeezed the corners of the covers and opened her mouth, her voice still hoarse, a consequence of being bound by her collar for so long, and realising she couldn't fall asleep in bed in front of her master, she hastily lifted the covers and stood up, still wearing the same silk nightgown she had worn yesterday, which draped with her movements with a sense of hidden good behaviour.

"Relax, it's okay." He had grown somewhat accustomed to Letitia's formality and nervousness and pushed over the plate at his hand, the breakfast he had prepared for Letitia.

An omelette and hot milk, with an apple peeled.

"What's the matter, let's eat first." He soothed, and Letitia dared not disobey him, and she was indeed hungry. She still sat on her knees in front of him for breakfast, as she had done yesterday. At this angle, Letitia sat softly at his feet and was gently going about dividing the omelette with her fork, as if she had become so accustomed to making as little noise as possible and keeping her presence infinitely closer to nothing.

He sighed silently, enjoying the moment somewhat.

When she had finished her breakfast, he handed her a box from the table and gestured for Letitia to open it herself.

Startled, Letitia took the box in both hands and opened it, her breath slowing at what was inside.

It was a real ruby-studded collar with a leather clasp of gold, something so gaudy and vulgar that it was unreal.

Joshua observed her movements and told her, "You'll have visitors when you get home later and you'll need to wear it." He thought for a moment and couldn't resist adding, "Do you think it looks good?"

He cared, it was something he had prepared in the car when he received her, this gem split to his specifications and made into such a collar with a hidden secret, different from all those bought on the market, unique to her.

Letitia pursed her lips and whispered, "It's pretty." She didn't dare answer, nor did she dare refuse, as she silently opened the leather clasp of the collar and prepared to put it on, when Joshua stopped her, gestured for her to kneel a little closer, and then pulled her long hair up with his own hands.

She could feel Joshua's fingertips running across her fragile throat, hand-adjusting the right measure for her.

She put on a collar that belonged exclusively to her, which had been gifted to her by Joshua.

Joshua's home is currently inhabited only by himself, and he lives on a hill on the edge of the city, patrolled by werewolves wearing clan crests just below the hill, which is supposed to be all his.

His family was very wealthy, and being the only son, he had all the glory that came with the family.

Joshua's guests had already arrived when they arrived home.

He was a man with short brown hair, of the same kind as Joshua, both werewolves, and he made no effort to hide his werewolf status, showing off his bestial ears in broad daylight. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw Letitia, but not in admiration or anything, he was simply looking at an object, no different from a vase of flowers or a scroll.

"You really bought it, huh?" His eyes roamed up and down Letitia, a naked ogling that made Letitia subconsciously hide behind Joshua.

Apparently, Joshua noticed too, and gestured for Letitia to sit on her knees beside him, had the maid serve coffee, and said nonchalantly, "Don't you have any of your own? Enjoy staring at other people's things?"