Chapter 6

Derek sounded so taken for granted, as if tricking me into giving birth to his baby was nothing but normal.

I felt a chill. Derek had lost his mind. The woman he loved was a rogue. She couldn't give him a baby, so he wanted to use me.

Before, a part of me might feel guilty about cheating on him, yet not anymore.

He proved to me that the last five years of my life were just a piece of shit. I couldn't believe I had held our relationship in my hands for five years with joy, and even a few minutes ago, I was savoring the warmth it brought me.

"Don't worry. We will have fun. After all, we are a couple, right?" Derek said with an eerie smile. I glared at him.

Derek tied me up tightly to the bed with a rope and stuffed a strip of cloth in my mouth so that I couldn't make a sound.

He sat on the other side of the bed, video-chatting with that rogue called Melinda.

They flirted unabashedly, talking sweet nothings to each other, and Derek didn't even bother to glance at me.

Something suddenly made sense. Whenever I implied that I wanted to sleep with him, he always turned me down with all kinds of excuses, or he would grab his phone and say he needed to take a shower.

It turned out that he couldn't be turned on by me, and he needed to prepare himself in advance.

After a while, Derek hung up the phone and leaned directly in front of me.

He reached out and took the strip of cloth out of my mouth.

I turned my head away from his disgusting face, but he clutched my chin and forced me to face him.

"Didn't you want to sleep with me badly? Why are you so disgusted now?"

He rubbed his hands stiffly over my body, making me sick, but I couldn't break free.

I tried to keep my voice from sounding shaky.

"As a werewolf, you can't even get your mate to bear your child, and you have to cheat others by dirty means. How can I not be disgusted?"

It seemed that I hit his sore spot. His hands that were wandering on my body stopped.

He looked at me coldly. There was no warmth in his eyes at all.

"You are right. I have no desire for you, especially now. However, as long as you stay here, sooner or later, I'll get you pregnant."

He stuffed the strip of cloth back into my mouth again, picked up my phone, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

After Derek left the room, I could no longer hold back my emotions, and tears streamed down my face.

I was in Los Angeles, far away from my pack and parents. I couldn't mind link them to ask for help.

My fear of Derek now made me despair about my future.

Yet I knew that tears mixed with weakness couldn't save me. I couldn't give up like that. I had to save myself.

Fortunately, when he stuffed the cloth in my mouth, he didn't do a very good job, so I easily used my tongue to push the cloth out of my mouth.

However, the thick ropes that tied my wrists and ankles were trickier.

The rope was as thick as my wrist. Without a knife or something sharp, I could never break free.

I looked around but did not find anything useful.

Was I supposed to accept my fate and let Derek torture me however he wanted?

Looking at the ceramic cup on my nightstand, I had an idea.

We got home at about 6 p.m., and I confronted Derek for about an hour. Usually, at this time of the day, Derek had to go to the pack to attend a meeting. He needed to brief the Alpha on his work.

In other words, he had already left.

I struggled to get to the bedside table and smashed the cup with my shoulder. Then I rolled out of bed onto the floor and picked the largest broken shard with my mouth.

The meeting would take Derek two hours, and his journey back and forth added up to forty minutes. I had to use this time to untie the ropes and get out of here.

Thinking of my parents' worried faces, I no longer cared about anything else. I bit the shard between my teeth, chose the part of the rope that was relatively thinner, and little by little, I used it to cut the rope that was around my wrists.

The shard cut my tongue as well, and it hurt so much that I couldn't make a sound.

But I ignored the pain. I didn't have much time, so I had to cut the rope as fast as I could.

I didn't know how long had passed. Finally, I saw a small crack in the rope. I sped up, and my mouth hurt even more. I could smell and taste blood.

The rope was finally going to break and I saw hope. I spat out the shard in my mouth and used all my strength to break free from the rope.

Then I quickly untied the rope from my feet. I didn't have time to pick up my suitcase, and I just stumbled out with difficulty.

Before I walked out of the bedroom, a card fell out of my jacket pocket.

I picked it up and looked at it. It was the business card that Lucas had given me.

Thinking of Lucas, I felt that my eyes were a bit misted.

Even though Lucas blackmailed me with what had happened on the plane and asked me to stay with him for three days, during those three days, he was nothing but a kind gentleman to me.

It made me realize that although he looked unreliable, he was actually a nice person.

Derek was just a well-disguised animal. Compared to him, Lucas was a million times upright.

I put the business card back into my pocket and walked out of the bedroom.

I looked around the living room and was glad to find that Fiona was not around. If she knew what had happened just now, she would be so sad.

I hastily grabbed my bag and phone that were hidden by Derek and ran out of the place, not daring to waste another second. The first thing I did after I fled was to call my bestie, Tasha. I wanted to crash at her place for a few days.

The bad news was that Tasha told me she was out of town on business and wouldn't be home for a few days.

Damn! I had nowhere to go.

I had no choice but to take my suitcase and find a hotel to stay in.

After staying at the hotel for a night, I received a call from Marshall early in the morning.

He was very angry and asked me why I hadn't gone to the office today since I only asked for three days off.

I glanced at my watch and, sure enough, it was already past the time to punch in for work. Marshall scolded me and urged me to get my ass back to the company at once. He said there would be an important meeting today, and if I failed to make it, I could kiss this month's salary goodbye.

I had already lost my love. If I didn't even get my paycheck, I would be rendered broke.