Strip off your towel!

Ariana's POV

Raising my head, I noticed a smirk lingering on his lips.

With a painful glare, I shifted my gaze back to the documents, continuing to flip through them page by page.

My parents' signatures were scrawled across each page, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"They sold me out? How is this possible?" I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with disbelief.

"Why would they do this? Am I really that unwanted? I'm not a commodity—I'm a werewolf. How could they?"

Panic gripped me as I grappled with the shocking revelation.

But when I looked up and saw him, I directed my attention towards him.

"You bought me from my parents?"

I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hundred million dollars... You bought me with hundred million dollars, and my parents agreed to sell me? What would they even do with such an amount of money?" I clutched the documents in my hands, feeling anger surge within me.

Without a second thought, I tore the papers into shreds.

"How could they betray me like this?" I cried, tears streaming down my face as I ripped apart the evidence of their betrayal.

"Listen here, whoever you are, I don't care. You can't bring me here, show me these contracted documents, and expect me to believe that my own parents sold me to you. Who are you in the first place? I refuse to believe any of this," I vehemently denied, eyeing him badly, though deep down, it felt painfully true.

My parents never truly cared for me—they despised me.

I was overwhelmed with emotional pain, but I stubbornly clung to my refusal to accept the truth.

With teary eyes, I watched as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through it.

Then, he turned the screen towards me, and a video played—a recording of my illiterate parents signing a contract, selling their own daughter.

Embarrassment, hurt, and a sense of abandonment washed over me.

I felt like I was dying inside, utterly alone in the world.

No one would stand up for me. I was completely on my own.

As I stared at him for one last time, tears cascading down my face, I couldn't bear it any longer.

Confusion and despair consumed me.

I felt an overwhelming urge to escape, to scream until my vocal cords gave out, and I did. I moved away from him, as far as I could and gave out a sharp long cry. How could I have been sold like a piece of shit? I wasn't a thing—I was a werewolf.

Blinded by tears, I slowly made my way towards the door, hoping against hope that some magical intervention would allow me to run away.

But as I turned the doorknob, it refused to budge. The door was locked, and he held the key. I kicked the door twice, angrily, but cried from the impact of my bare feet bumping into the hard door.

I angrily sat on the floor, holding my toe with my hands as I glared at the door.

Only if I could go through that door, I swear he would never ever set his eyes on me anymore.

An idea suddenly popped into my mind. I could open the door with my hair pin.

My cries reduced as I slowly raised my hand above my head, touching my head in search of it, but I couldn't find it.

I searched my hair, knowing I had worn it at home before I Ieft for work, but it was no longer there. It seems he had removed it.

He turned towards me, his intense gaze fixed on me, but his face remained devoid of any emotion. Why was he doing this?

"What do you want from me?" I asked, sniffling as I managed a bitter smile.

"You'll find out once we reach my pack," he replied calmly.

"Tell me now!" I yelled, unable to contain my frustration. I knew he wasn't of this pack.

I couldn't wait to confront my parents and give them a piece of my mind.

I wanted to tell them how much I hated them from the very first day I laid eyes on them.

I would even visit my mother's grave and express my contempt.

"Ariana, don't yell at me," his cold voice warned, and I scoffed, turning away from him with a disrespectful eye roll.

He looked to be more elderly than me, but respect was what I couldn't give to people who don't deserve it.

"What are you going to do? Kill me? Then go ahead. But make it a slow and painful death so that I would never have a chance to live again!" I cried out, my voice filled with bitterness.

"I hate you. I hate everything about you. I'll go to hell if it means getting away from you. I don't care!" I yelled, my chest heaving with anger and despair.

"I have no interest in your dramatic outbursts. Now, go inside the bathroom and take your bath. We need to leave this place," he commanded, his tone unwavering.

Who was he to command me? He paid my parents for their betrayal, not me. He had no right to order me around.

"Why did you buy me from my parents? Why?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. "You don't even know me. Why did you do this?"

"Go into the bathroom now, or else..." he threatened, his voice turning cold.

"Or else what?" I challenged, my voice trembling as I stared back at him.

"I will take you into the bathroom myself, and I promise you won't like what I'll do if you make me miss my flight," he warned, sending shivers down my spine.

But I wasn't going to back down. I wasn't going to submit to him.

"So, my parents have your money, right? Take them instead. Take my parents and leave me alone. Let me live my life the way I've been managing it. I won't take orders from you," I declared defiantly, turning away from him.

Before I could react, he scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom against my will.

I struggled, hitting his back and demanding to be let go, but he paid no attention.

"What do you want from me? Must you force me to take a bath?" I yelled angrily as he placed me down, trapping me between himself and the wall.

He remained quiet, only staring down at me without saying a word, and it made fear coursed through my veins as I realized I was at his mercy.

"If you're dirty, I'll make you clean. I don't care about your low status or low life. The mother of my future child can't be dirty," he said with a smirk, his gaze fixed on my body. I felt trapped and vulnerable, my back pressed against the cold wall.

"The mother of your… what?" I stammered, my voice filled with shock and disbelief.

"Yes. The reason I bought you from your parents is because I want you to be the mother of my child. You should be grateful I paid such a sum to your parents. I could have just abducted you instead," he explained with a cold smirk, while I stared at him, my face drained of color.

"Now, do you understand your purpose, baby? Strip off your towel immediately," he commanded in a chilling tone, his smirk never leaving his face, while I stood there, wide-eyed and frozen in shock.