Chapter 3

(Martha's POV):

I had not expected this handsome stranger to stand up for me. He defended me and chose me over the beautiful women arranged for him.

I had only arrived here to see if I could get money for selling my body.

Tolu, my best friend, had told me that I could get money by sleeping with a stranger here, as the money I was paid for working at Silver's 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 had not been feeding well due to my stepmother's brutality, especially since after my father's death.

I lost weight, as I had to hustle to take care of my needs, and I was only living in the house with my stepmother and Elena.

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

I had to work to sponsor my feeding and to ensure that I completed my studies at the university, as I was studying business management.

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

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

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

If I said that I was not afraid, that would be 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 am not scared of you," I lied, and he laughed and reached for his shirt buttons to strip it off.

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

I gulped hard, wondering what he meant by "he had human features like me." Wasn't he a human?

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

"You should have your bath. I am a clean freak. So, will you like to bathe first? Or do I bathe first? 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 glued on his masculine chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fuck he was. However, I touched the tattoo to feel the drawing.

"Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at the moment. So I stepped back and pulled my palm away from his chest.

"Dark Mountain Pack? I heard the pack has real-life wolves living there, and we were warned not to cross the river and mountain to that territory. Are you a real werewolf?" I asked him, my blue eyes widening in shock. Even though I do not pay attention to the news, it has been rumored that real-life werewolves reside 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 he caught my left wrist and pulled me back to his tall, masculine frame.

"Are you scared of me?" He demanded, his golden eyes narrowed with a sinister glint.

"No. I am not just comfortable. Your tribal tattoo and the fact that you said that you are 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 am a human. I am not a goddess or whatever you said," I replied, thinking he was just complimenting me and that he was not really from a pack of wolves.

Or was I overthinking it?

Is he really a werewolf?

"You don't have to be scared of me. I like you, and I will 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 trousers' belt.

"I do not promise what I cannot offer. If you perform well, I can double the amount. So, the choice is up to you," he said when he pulled off his belt and let go of his trousers.

It 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 had not 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 do not think that I can take you, sir?" I replied, trembling before him.

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

"Do not test my patience. You saw 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 will 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 me like a tidal wave.

"Um, okay. I will 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 to do.

First, I will be able to get my evil stepmother arrested and dig into my father's file to know the actual cause of his death and to take over his company that was handed over to Elena and my evil stepmother.

"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's chair.

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

The thickness of the coat made me realize that it would be expensive, as the cold wind bit on 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 bathroom 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 that I cannot 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 that my fate was already sealed to sell myself.

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