3 Father, Alpha Arthur

- Crystal's POV -

In a daze, I felt Mark throw me into the trunk.

Then he got in the car and stepped on the gas. The sinful red Ferrari quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night...

I woke up in the trunk in a daze. The sound of the car's engine and the horns around me made my head ache.

Where the hell am I?

I cannot move my body...

The car stopped and seemed to be waiting for traffic lights. Someone was talking on the phone.

"Okay...got it, I'll be right back."

"Damn, it's annoying!"

After a short period of silence, I heard mark's voice.

"Hey, it's me. You guys play first. I can't make it on time. My dad suddenly called for me. Don't be disappointed. I brought a nice toy. You guys can play with something new when I arrive."

The car started bumping again, and I was already completely awake.

Every now and then, the wheels drove over uneven ground, and my head hit the interior structure of the car. I screamed out in pain, but the cars whizzing outside drowned out my voice at once.

"Help! Help!"

No matter how I struggled for help and shouted, no one heard my voice.

Sometime later, the car stopped.

The car was parked in front of a large detached villa, and Mark stepped out of the car. He locked the door and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a sound in the trunk.

There was so much noise elsewhere that he could not hear it, but there were no neighbors around the villa, and it was so quiet that the slightest sound was noticeable.

I was struggling when suddenly a light shone above me. Mark opened the trunk.

Before I could react, Mark opened my mouth, forced a pill into my mouth, and then poured it down with wine.

"What did you give me to eat? I coughed hard, clutching my throat.

Mark laughed. "At $3,000 a pill, that's not cheap. You're lucky!"

Then he pushed me in and closed the trunk again.

"Let go of me!"

"Let go of me!"

I shouted in horror. I probably already knew what the pill was, but it worked so fast that I actually started to get weak all over after just a few seconds of swallowing it.

I felt like I had been taken out of my arms and legs, and suddenly I couldn't use any strength. My whole body was as limp as mud, and even my vocal muscles were difficult to mobilize.

My screams got smaller and smaller and smaller...

Fortunately, Mark didn't seem to close the trunk completely. After some struggle, I discovered this and managed to ease the trunk open from the inside and crawl out with difficulty.

I stepped out on one leg with a feeling of weakness and tingling. Suddenly,  I fell down from the trunk with an unbalanced center of gravity.

Underneath me was soft grass, but just being scraped by the tip of the grass made my whole body shiver, as if there was a faint electric current running through my skin.

The strange change in my body made me feel alarmed.

Why have I become so sensitive? The body is numb and tingling, and it's uncomfortable to stay still or move.

The feeling is like waking up after sleeping with your hand numb. It is as if millions of ants are gnawing on my most tender skin at the same time.

"Ow!" I couldn't help but groan. It was just unbearable, but I was still conscious, and I knew I had to get away before Mark went out.

When I looked up, the villa Mark entered was quiet, and the lights were very dark. Only a small window on the second floor gave out the light. It seemed that only one person lived in the huge house.

The surrounding area is so quiet, so quiet that even the sound of quarrels coming from the second-floor window can be heard. Although I couldn't hear the content of the quarrel, I could tell that one of the people's voices was Mark, and the other person's voice was a bit familiar, but that was probably an illusion.

I dragged my flabby body toward the gate.

It was hard to reach, but I found the gate was locked, and it was a fingerprint lock, which required fingerprints to open from the inside or outside.

When I looked around, I saw that the walls of the courtyard were very high, there was a high-voltage grid wrapped around them, and there was nothing to climb.

What's even more desperate is that I thought I was getting hot because I had been in the unventilated trunk for a long time, but now that I've been out in the wind for a while and my body is getting hotter, I finally realize it's not that simple.

Hot...so hot...

My heart was pounding, every beat seemed to burst out of my throat, my breath was hot, my whole body was hot from the inside out, even my genitals... My private parts are burning and melting.

What to do? What should I do?

I already realized what Mark was going to do to me next. He wants me to take Emily's place and sleep with his fvcking friends. I could not have tolerated such a terrible thing. I'd rather die than be raped!

- Mark's POV -

I walked into the villa and went straight up to the second floor, and came to the door of the study. I wanted to unscrew the door handle straight away, but suddenly it occurred to me that my dad would be angry.

I shuddered at the memory of how angry he looked.

"Shit," I hurriedly raised my hand higher and knocked casually on the door.

"Come in."

A male voice came from inside the house, magnetic, deep, melodious, a voice that everyone would stop and listen to. Well, everyone, excluding me.

I opened the door and walked in.

Behind the desk, someone slowly raised a face. The face is so handsome that it would make all women scream and all men jealous.

It was hard to imagine that such a perfect face would appear in this ordinary villa. In many people's minds, such a handsome face should appear in an artist's portrait or sculpture, placed in an art gallery or exhibition hall.

Or, as usual, appear in a bright conference room, sitting in Alpha's exclusive seat, delivering a speech to the whole pack's members through the TV screen.

Anyway, it's better not to appear in front of me. I don't want to see him, my father.

My father, Alpha Arthur, is like a monster that never aged. His face, which I saw when I was eight years old, did not seem to be different from the one I saw when I was eighteen.

As much as I hated him, I must admit that he seemed to have conquered time. Not only did the long time not destroy his outstanding face and robust body, but it also gifted his eyes with composure and insight.

He seems to have been born to be envied and loved.

I have been waiting for him to grow old or die, and then take over all his power and wealth as the first heir. But for now, it seems I have a long time to wait.

"What did you want to see me about?" I asked.

Dad frowned, "Can't I just see my son if there's nothing to do?"

I stood lazily, "I'll leave if there's nothing."

"Come back!" Father barked.

Seeing him angry, I was secretly happy in my mind. No matter how much wealth and praise he reaped outside, back home, his only son, that is, me, would make him feel defeated all the time.

"Did you go out with your cronies again? Don't think I don't know what you're doing out there. Listen, A small mistake is fine, but you mustn't take it too far." Dad growled.

"All right, all right, I got it. I'm leaving." I replied perfunctorily.

"Stand still!" Dad hissed.

I know a heated argument is about to break out between us.

- Crystal's POV -

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of a slamming door upstairs.

Oh no, Mark was coming down!

I looked around anxiously. The yard was empty, except for the turf. There were a few low shrubs, no hiding place at all. After looking around several times, my eyes finally locked on one place - the villa.

Maybe I should go inside the villa. The villa is so big inside, there must be a place to hide.

I bit myself hard, the pain made me temporarily endure the tingling sensation. I walked into the villa as fast as I could, only to hear a fierce argument coming from upstairs as soon as I entered.

"...you stop! If you keep messing around like this, I'll send you to jail one day!"

"So what? If I do get caught, I don't need you to send me to jail, I'll go myself!"

I could tell it was Mark's voice.

Who is the other guy? What is his relationship with Mark?

I was in no mood to think about it. I looked around for a place to hide, but I didn't expect the large villa to be as empty as the courtyard, without a few large furnishings.

It seems that the owner of this villa is very fond of simple style, but this is going to kill me. As soon as Mark comes down the stairs, he can check on me immediately!

What should I do?

Got it! Hide in the room!

There are so many rooms in the villa, it's okay to find one to hide in for a while.

I stumbled towards a few visible doors on the first floor, hoping that one of them was unlocked. I tried two in a row, and finally, at the third door, with a slight twist of the handle, the door opened.

I quickly dodged and fell into the room. At this moment, I had used up all my strength.

- Arthur's POV -

"If you go out tonight, you won't be allowed back in the future!" I pounded the table angrily.

"That would be great!" Mark turned his head and left.

I looked at my son's back, venom and anger running through my eyes, the beast that lurked inside growling in a low voice, "Kill him!"

"Shut up!"

Restraint, restraint. I mumbled over and over again.

The beast was not released from the cage of sanity until Mark disappeared into the hallway. I loosened my clenched fists and ordered myself not to frown.

Five seconds later, I was my usual calm, prudent self again.

The sound of descending the stairs quickly started and stopped soon. My gaze grew deeper and deeper, sinking to the bottom.

All the members of the Blood Moon Pack always have the same comment about me: calm. They said that I was like an iceberg with unbroken snow, always able to maintain my sanity and calmness, never doing anything impulsively.

But no one actually knows that deep in the iceberg, there is boiling lava churning and a venom-spewing beast imprisoned.

As a lycan, my wolf is stronger and more powerful than all wolves of ordinary werewolves, but meanwhile, it is also more easily out of control and ferocious. It is like an untamed beast.

My wolf, after the death of my mate 18 years ago, broke up with me completely. It turned into a crazy beast that loves blood and killing. It would seize every opportunity to abet me to kill others or seize control of my body.

I must always restrain my desires and impulses to keep myself from becoming a tyrannical sinner.

I had forgotten what truly mine looked like. I try every day to appear decent, calm, and gentlemanly, trying to ignore my possessiveness and control and all my dark thoughts. I've restrained myself for eighteen years.

I've gotten used to this life. However, every time I see my son, Mark, I lose control.