Episode 7

Tais reflecting:

This morning I woke up to the realization that the alpha went out of his way to fetch her—the thought is simply unbearable. With all his betas at his disposal, he personally went to bring her back. Because of her, my brother is convinced that I schemed against him and has confined me within the house. I must devise a plan to draw closer to the alpha and win his affections.

Sara reflecting:

As I make my way down the stairs, our eyes meet, and his gaze strikes fear into my heart. He looks like a predator eyeing his next victim, ready to pounce at any moment. Anxiety grips me, mixed with a profound sense of dread.

Derik reflecting:

Her mother ushered me in, told me to take a seat, and went to call for her. Watching her descend the stairs, I can't help but notice how unappealing she looks in that sweatshirt.

However beautiful she is with anything, I watch and imagine her moving in with me, my inner wolf stirring with urgency to bring her home soon.

Derik, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Lins, I'd love to stay and chat longer, but I'm here to pick up Sara, as I still have a meeting to attend. I'll grab Sara’s luggage," and she looks at me, fear evident in her eyes.

Sara, "Good afternoon, sir," I lower my head in respect, and my mother does the same. "No need, I can carry it myself," I take the suitcase from his hand, give my mother a kiss and a hug, tell her to give Lucas a kiss since I had left after breakfast and wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to him. I leave, looking back at my home, saying my farewells as tears stream down my cheeks.

Derik narrating:

I can tell she doesn’t want to move in with me, but in time she'll settle in, because she now belongs to me and my mind is made up. I rush to open the car door and tell her to get in, load her luggage into the trunk, and then we take off for my mansion.

Sara narrating:

I approach the car, and it’s a Lamborghini, an incredible car I’ve never seen one up close other than that day. I don’t know much about cars, but his must be very expensive. I've heard the Alpha of the pack is quite wealthy, but I hadn’t seen him until then. He drives us, and we speak nothing on the way to the mansion. Upon arrival, he parks and offers to help me out, but I refuse and exit alone – his courtesy is unnecessary, as I anticipate I will just be a maid here. I walk to the trunk to get my luggage, but he looks at me and speaks.

Derik, "No need, my security will fetch your bags and take them to your room," I say with an authoritarian tone.

Sara, "But, sir, it's really not a trouble for me to carry them."

Derik, "Are you disobeying me, Sara?" I glare, barely controlling my impulse to take her right there to my room and show her who's in charge, but I stay calm and say, "Come, I'll show you to your room."

Sara, "Okay, sir," I reply, feeling ashamed. I don't want to be close to him, uncertain of my feelings, wanting nothing more than to despise him.

Derik narrating:

I escort her to her room, feeling her keeping her distance. The room I've prepared for her is right next to mine, so I can be close by.

Sara narrating:

I enter a magnificent room, larger than my entire house, and I'm speechless. Am I really going to stay in this room? But I'm just a maid, aren't I, I think to myself.

Sara's Bedroom

Everything was stunningly beautiful, and I could hardly believe that I would be staying in this room. As I entered, I began to showcase various items, opening a door to reveal a massive wardrobe filled with all manner of elegant, feminine clothing. I wondered to whom all these clothes belonged.

Derik, narrating:

I glance at Sara and notice her astonishment. When I open the wardrobe, she flinches, so I say, "These are all your belongings. I've had my housekeeper, Jurema, arrange them for you. You'll meet her soon." I look at her and sense she's not too fond of the clothes by the expression she makes. I draw closer to her and whisper, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in one of these lingerie pieces." I hold her close, feeling her gasp for breath, my inner wolf stirring, yearning to take control and claim her right there.

Sara, narrating:

I'm petrified when he grips me and declares his expectations of me donning these revealing clothes. I feel heated, my inner she-wolf reacting to his presence, but I cannot let him use me, especially after he rebuffed me. I must stand strong, so I wrench free, pushing him away.

Sara, "What do you think you're doing?" I snap at him, anger flaring in his eyes in response.

Derik, "You belong to me!" I retort fiercely, my gaze locked onto hers. "And if I desire you, I will have you." I storm out in a fury, slamming the door behind me. If she believes she won't surrender to me, she's mistaken. I head to my office to discuss a matter I had asked Jorge to investigate.

Sara, narrating:

Shaking with fear, I feel a sense of relief after he leaves. I need to be very cautious around him. Although I also wanted to kiss him, I will not yield to his will. He won't exploit me as a lover, not ever. I start by organizing my belongings in the colossal wardrobe and decide to take a bath to unwind, feeling odd after his touch. I must stay strong.

Post-bath, I slip into a basic sweatshirt and decide to explore the house and learn my responsibilities. When I entered, I hadn't given the mansion a thorough look—it's vast, almost labyrinthine. Descending the stairs, I gaze at the grand living room, admiring each room more stunning than the last. Further down the corridor, I notice a closed door—I wonder if he's in there, my entire body trembling at the thought. As I stand there, Jorge emerges, and I realize I hadn't noticed how attractive he is—his dark complexion, eyes possibly a shade of gray, and it's clear he's quite muscular.

I notice his gaze fixed on mine, and he quickly speaks.

Jorge: Hey Sara, how are you?

Sara: Hi Jorge, I'm fine, thank you. I'm looking for the housekeeper, since I'm now employed by the alpha, I need to know what my duties will be. I say with a hint of sarcasm, the fact that he's made me a servant stirs anger within me. If he didn't want me, why punish me by stripping my freedom?

Jorge: Sara, you're not a servant, and I promise you that I will protect you.

Sara narrating:

He takes my hand and says he will protect me, which makes me wonder what he wants.

Derik narrating:

I hear voices coming from the hallway and quickly recognize Sara and Jorge. Anger surges through me, annoyed that they're talking; I overhear her mentioning she's my servant. What does she think she'll do here? She's not here to be my servant—I think she's misunderstood. Irritated, I hear Jorge saying he will protect her. What! He doesn't need to; she has me. Rage builds up and I end up slamming the door.

Derik: Hey Sara, what are you doing here!? And turning to Jorge with dominance in my voice: You can leave now! He bows his head, departs with a glance back at Sara, inciting another wave of fury within me. She's mine, only mine, I think to myself.

Sara narrating:

I see Derik stomping towards us, clearly furious, practically shouting at me. What does he think I am? As Jorge leaves, I'm left alone with him and I reply.

Sara: Hi sir, I was just looking for the housekeeper. I say, not making eye contact.

Derik: Anything you need, you can ask me! I declare loudly, consumed with anger. She was too close with my Beta just moments ago, something I cannot tolerate.

Sara: Okay sir, what are my duties here? I ask, clearly frightened, sensing his intense rage. It's probably best if I distance myself soon.

Derik: Duties? He laughs loudly then speaks with a chilling half-smile, "Your duties are in my bed, my princess, on my body." I move closer to her, pin her against the wall, and forcefully kiss her—a kiss which she soon reciprocates.

Sara narrating:

He grips me after stating his desire to use me as his lover, his lips pressing against mine making me feel an overwhelming warmth. My body feels as though it might melt under his touch—a sensation I've never before experienced. I can't explain it, but I find myself yielding too. I don't want to stop; he deepens the kiss, and his hand begins to caress my body, moving up to my breasts—what an incredible feeling. I feel a hardness against my intimacies, a yearning for him inside me. My body and my inner wolf cry out for him, and I realize that I'm lost in my own desires.

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