Chapter 3

Martha's POV:

I hadn't expected this handsome stranger to stand up for me. He'd defended me and chosen me over the beautiful women arranged for him.

I'd only arrived here to see if I could get money by selling my body.

Tolu, my best friend, had told me that I could get money by sleeping with a stranger, since the money I was paid for working at Silvers Restaurant wasn't much.

My heart raced in my chest as the formidable man scooped me into his arms. His masculine scent of wood filled my nostrils, and his well-sculpted features made me uncomfortable.

I hadn't been eating well due to my stepmother's brutality, especially since after my father's death.

I'd lost weight because I had to fend for myself to take care of my needs, and I was only living in the house with my stepmother and Elena.

They cooked without giving me any. They spent my father's hard-earned money without caring to ask about my needs.

I'd worked to sponsor my own food and to ensure that I completed my studies at the university, since I was studying business management.

I couldn't challenge Sandra, and I was hoping that by the time I graduated, I'd have a better job to challenge her and take back what was rightfully mine.

After all, she had some explaining to do about Mark's comments regarding my father's will.

"Are you scared of me?" the formidable man asked me after he'd placed me on the bed.

If I said I wasn't afraid, that was a lie, because he towered above me, and I could barely reach his shoulder.

My head was just reaching his chest, and he peered down at me like a predator scrutinizing its prey.

"No… I'm not scared of you," I lied, and he laughed and reached for his shirt buttons to strip it off.

"You don't have to get scared. Though I'm like you, so why should you be scared? I have human features, don't I?" he asked me, his brows raised in a question as he regarded me and flexed his muscular arms.

I gulped hard, wondering what he meant by having human features like me.

"Yeah. You're handsome," I replied bashfully and avoided his eyes.

"You should have your bath. I'm a clean freak. So, do you want to bathe first, or should I? What drink do you want?" he asked as he stripped off his shirt and revealed his tattooed chest to my view.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest.

Seeing my eyes were glued to his chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. Are you a warrior? Didn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I didn't need to ask who the fụck he was.

"Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I'm from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow yellow. I didn't know if I was hallucinating at the moment.

"Dark Mountain Pack? I heard the pack has real live wolves living there, and we were warned not to cross the river and mountain to that territory. Are you a werewolf?" I asked him, my eyes widening in shock. Even though I did not pay attention to the news, it had been rumored that real live werewolves resided on the other side of the city. But many of us were scared to tour that area.

Like, who wanted to uncover the truth of a werewolf? The thought of being in a room with a real werewolf made me anxious.

I rose from the bed to dart out, but the man caught my left wrist and pulled me to his tall, masculine frame.

"Are you scared of me?" he asked me once more, his golden eyes narrowing with a sinister glint.

"No. I'm just not comfortable. Your tribal tattoo and the fact that you said you're from the Dark Mountain Pack," I replied, my lips trembling, and he raised his right hand and used it to touch my hair.

"I haven't seen a beautiful woman like you before. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a real-life moon goddess?" he teased me, and my cheeks flushed at his remark and his closeness.

"No. I'm a human. I'm not a goddess or whatever you said," I replied, thinking he was just complimenting me and that he wasn't really from a pack of wolves.

Or was I overthinking it?

Was he really a werewolf?

"You don't have to be scared of me. I like you, and I'll pay you 1 million. What do you say?" he offered, and my jaw dropped.

"1 million…" My lips trembled as my ears flamed red.

"Will you really offer me that amount?" I asked him as he stepped away from me to take off his trouser belt.

"I don't promise what I can't offer. If you perform well, I can double the amount. So the choice is yours," he said as he pulled off his belt and let go of his trousers.

They fell off, revealing his long, masculine, hairy legs.

I gulped hard as my eyes shamelessly trailed his tall frame, from his feet and up to his crotch.

I gulped hard.

Even though he hadn't taken off his boxers, the massive size of his crotch made me tremble.

My knees buckled as I staggered backward.

"Will that thing fit in me? I don't think I can take you, sir," I replied, trembling before him.

Before I could run to the door and exit the room again, he captured me and slammed me against the wall.

"Don't test my patience. You saw the other women who were offered to me, but I rejected them for you. Why can't you be a good girl and please me? Fine, I'll pay you three million. Will that be enough?" he asked, his deep, husky voice filling my ear as his hot breath brushed my cheek and sent shivers crashing down on my spine like a tidal wave.

"Um, okay. I'll try," I replied anxiously, and he released me.

"Strip," he ordered as he moved back and stepped away from me.

My mind raced on what I could use the three million for.

First, I'd be able to get my evil stepmom arrested and dig into my father's files to know the actual cause of his death and to take over his company that had been handed over to Elena and my evil stepmom.

"Alright," I replied and reached to take off his black coat.

He lit a stick of cigarette as he moved to take his seat in the room.

Once my hands reached for the hem of the black coat, I took it off slowly and carefully from my shoulders.

The thickness of the coat made me realize it would be expensive as the cold air slammed and bit into my skin.

I stood before the black, formidable man in my orange panties and bra.

"Go and have your bath and come out with anything except a towel. Hurry up," he dismissed me, his golden eyes locked on mine, and I gulped down my anxiety.

"Alright." My legs quickly bolted to the door, and I shut it as soon as I stepped into the bathroom.

The bathroom was furnished with a bathtub and shower faucet.

There were free sponges and soaps in the bathroom to use.

Knowing I couldn't keep the man waiting before he changed his mind, my hands hurriedly unpacked a new sponge, and I swiftly switched on the shower and bathed as thunder struck in the sky.

I knew my fate was already sealed to sell myself for money.

I prayed to God for forgiveness of my sins as I finished my bath and stepped out of the bathroom to find the man still seated on the single chair in the room, but he was on a phone call.