Chapter 3 Alpha's daughter

Xavier was still speaking the language of the Blue Moon Pack, and it was the vocabulary used to give orders.

I put my legs together tightly, tried to ignore the sizing eyes behind me, and jumped in place a few times.

Perhaps my movements were too stiff and cautious, even though I hadn't dropped anything suspicious, Xavier was still suspicious.

The sound of leather boots on the ground was getting closer and closer to me.

"Stand up."

My thighs subconsciously folded for a moment, and then I slowly rose to my feet.

The boots stopped a step behind me.

"Bend over."

I was stunned, then squatted again.

A hand suddenly reached out, again with the touch of leather, and pinched the back of my neck, stopping me with a cat-like movement of lifting.

"Not crouch, bend over."

My chest rose and fell progressively faster. Shoulder blades twitched uneasily in the flesh.

If a naked me bent over, wouldn't he be able to see my most private body parts?

I couldn't do it.

Before coming to Sin Pack, I was a highly educated college student. I had civility and shame. Being naked in front of a stranger already made me feel ashamed, let alone having to...

I didn't move.

Except for the involuntary trembling of my body, I did not move as if I had not heard the command.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The hand at the back of my neck steeply pushed, and I was forced to tilt my head back.

The toe of a pitch-black boot kicked up as my ankle ached.

His boot squeezed between my feet, forcing my legs apart.

I struggled subconsciously, and then a greater force pinned me against the wall.

"Don't even think about playing tricks on me."

My neck was controlled and I couldn't move my entire upper body. I realized I couldn't resist, and if Xavier did what that Guard did... I...

I couldn't see Xavier's movements and could only shout on instinct, "Xavier, no!"

I called out his real name twice, and he had to notice me anyway.

The force on my neck didn't let up. Half of my face remained pressed against the cold wall as his voice reached my one uncompressed ear.

"How do you know me?"

"I..." I was silent for a moment, not sure if I should tell the truth.

It was too much of a lie to say, "My boyfriend talks to me about you all the time. Maybe Xavier wouldn't even bother to listen before I finished explaining.

I thought for a moment and then lied, "I'm... I'm an alumnus of your junior high school. You used to go to Jade High School. You were in class one and I was in class three."

"Your name is Leo?"

Xavier suddenly asked me, surprisingly he had already memorized my name.

"Leo is a male name, but you're a girl. Tell me your real name."

I hesitated a little. But then I thought, it's been so many years, he shouldn't be able to remember his past classmates.

Even if I told him my real name, he wouldn't notice that I was lying to him.

"Leila. my name is Leila."

Xavier didn't make another sound, but I clearly felt the force on my neck loosen up a bit.

I saw a glimmer of hope and I said, "I've been wrongly accused! I'm not selling drugs! Please let me see a lawyer, someone will bail me out! I'm not a rogue, I'm the Alpha's daughter of the Blue Moon Pack."

I turned my head in excitement, only to see Xavier's still cold gaze. The seeds of hope in my heart slowly went out.

"Whether you're guilty or not is up to the judge's final decision, I'll just do what I have to do."

The grip on the back of my neck suddenly released and I fell to the ground unawares.

Xavier pulled out a pair of gloves from his waist. The gloves were the disposable rubber gloves doctors use for surgery. It didn't look like it had been used.

He tossed the gloves directly to me.

"Put on the gloves and spread your legs for me."

"What?"

"That's what has to be done. We want to ensure the slaves aren't hiding any contraband in their bodies. It needs to be checked out whether it's the stomach, the vagina or the asshole."

"Even if you were once my classmate, you still have to do this. Now I'll give you the chance to do it yourself, or I'll do it."

The rubber gloves fell on me cold and had an eerie touch. I knew what Xavier was ordering me to do, but I couldn't do it.

I was Alpha's daughter, and I'd been taught to be a proper lady from a young age.

Xavier seemed impatient with my procrastination. He picked the holster on his waist and touched the handle of his gun, silently intimidating me.

He was clearly a ruthless block of ice that would not melt.

"You're acting suspiciously. What are you hiding? Don't presume to bring dangerous items to Sin Pack."

I remained motionless.

He pulled his gun out sharply the next second, broke off the safety catch, and pointed it at my head.

"I said, open your legs."

The muzzle was colder than a glove, and I had no more choice.

I sat on the floor and put on the gloves with a heart of shame and anger. My hands slid down the small of my back.

I leaned my body halfway back and slowly opened my legs.

My hands deliberately blocked my private parts, and my fingers trembled as I dug in.

The excessive tension and friction stalled my movements, and my fingers couldn't get in, so they stayed outside.

Xavier looked at me with cold eyes the whole time.

His eyes were not warm, as if I was not a werewolf in his eyes, but a bomb that would explode at any moment.

His gaze was sharp, and the end of his eyes rose like a hook with a curve. Too pale skin against his eyes extraordinarily dark blue, as if the infinite deep sea.

I was afraid of his eyes. I feel that he can see through everything, all people have even a trace of unpleasant at the bottom of their hearts will be drilled through him.

He suddenly spoke out, "Move your hand away, don't block it."

My whole body stiffened, and the private part under my hand contracted with my nervousness.

Everything I did looked suspicious to him. He suddenly pounced on me like a cheetah.

"No... Ugh..."

I screamed and ducked back, but my voice was only halfway out before it was choked in my throat.

Xavier grabbed me by the neck and held me down. I flung my hands around, and in the confusion I seemed to have ripped something off. I felt the delicate feel of a piece of leather, it was Xavier's glove.

I squinted and saw Xavier's hand diving down. Behind the back of his pale hand, his raised bones reflected the light, like delicate bells.

He propped me up forcefully on my knees and proceeded to look at me completely naked.

Shame made my eyes red, but my pride commanded me not to shed a tear.

Xavier's pupils clearly reflected my wretched appearance, but he did not soften his heart.

"I participated in a school-level memory contest in junior high school..."

Xavier suddenly spoke up, and I didn't understand why he was saying this.

"The last question in the final was to memorize the names of all the teachers and students in the school."

My mind panicked, and suddenly I understood something.

Xavier's eyes scraped on me like a knife, "I won that game. I don't remember a single person named Leila in the entire school of over four thousand students and faculty."

"You lied."

I closed my eyes in remorse.

It turned out that it was my clumsy lie that had caused him to double his suspicion.

"Ahhhh-"

A sudden tearing pain came from beneath me and I screamed out in agony.

His fingers fumbled roughly inside me a few times, then pulled away quickly.

When I opened my eyes, Xavier's snow-white fingers were already stained with blood.

A thousand feelings flooded my mind and for a moment I felt the sky fall.

I couldn't hold back the tears and they came out of my eyes.

For me, what was pierced was not just a hymen, but a net of dignity that had been woven for twenty years.

Now, the net was broken.

I was shaking with tears. I don't even know when Xavier took back his gloves, wiped his fingers clean and stood up.

He was so calm, as if he hadn't done that much to me.

"You bastard! You're a bad person!"

"I hate you!"

In response to my vociferous accusations, Xavier just glanced at me and put his gloves back on without changing his face.

"The inspection is over, you can go out..."

With that, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with me.

I was emotional, breathing faster, gradually accompanied by coughing and choking, and slightly twitching my arms and legs.

These manifestations are different from the normal crying, Xavier rose to the alarm, quickly squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I didn't answer him, and I couldn't. My chest rose and fell sharply, and I was sweating in a matter of seconds. I felt suffocated, and I couldn't speak.

I... My illness came on unexpectedly.

I have hyperventilating syndrome, and when I get too much stimulation, I have a seizure, which is choking and spasms like this.

Because I have such a disease, I grew up with a gentle temperament, and my family created the most harmonious environment for me to grow up in, and my schoolmates and teachers loved me, and I never had any major conflicts in my life, and I haven't had an attack for many, many years.

I didn't expect so many changes to happen in the past few days, and my tense nerves finally still reached a critical point.

I was breathing too fast and too sharply, causing an airy sound like fabric tearing in my throat.

Hyperventilation syndrome is a very somewhat strange disease that goes very much against common sense. Usually the first reaction to an unconscious and comatose patient is to make sure the patient is breathing well, while in my case, the opposite is true: the most important thing is to stop breathing.

Therefore bystanders usually don't know how to help the person with the illness.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xavier's voice came to my ears, a moment too close and a moment too far to hear clearly, tears blurred my eyes and I couldn't see his face.

I didn't want to see his face either, he was the culprit of my emotional and subsequent illness.

I tried my best to cover my mouth and nose, but my hands wouldn't work.

The doctor told me that if I ever had a seizure and there were no sedatives around, I must try to reduce my breathing while I was still conscious, otherwise it would cause respiratory alkalosis and the consequences would be unthinkable.

That's easy to say, but once I had an attack, my entire respiratory system was out of control, I couldn't hold my breath on my own, and my twitching hands couldn't cover my mouth or nose.

My face was already red to the point of dripping blood, and my sweat-soaked hair stuck to my neck, writhing like the twisted tails of countless small snakes.

So uncomfortable... So painful...

"What's wrong with you?"

Xavier's voice made me sense his presence.

I had already endured to the limit.

My survival instinct made me involuntarily jump into his arms and bury my face into his chest, using it to restrain myself from hyperventilating for air.

I could feel the chest in front of me stiffen for a moment.

I wrapped my arms around Xavier's shoulders in a death grip, I was still undressed, I couldn't see myself clinging to Xavier like an ugly octopus, I hated him, but I needed him.

Xavier is really a cold-blooded and suspicious man, he is still suspicious of my every move until this moment, he is trying to back up and push me away.

I shouted unconsciously, "Don't go! Don't go!"

He stopped pushing me.