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Not Just A Slave

Author: Dolapo
last update publish date: 2026-01-06 15:46:03

‎Ethan stood gallantly, not minding what would come next.  

‎Darius chuckled, moving only one side of his cheek.

‎"Where are your manners, Ethan?" another head of a family snapped, rising to his feet in anger.  

‎His face tightened, he looked like someone who had been waiting for the right opportunity to unleash his anger at Ethan.

‎"Perhaps his mother, Racheal, didn’t give him proper training," the head of the Lester family said, stepping closer.

‎"So his mother is Racheal... the head of the Fearless family?"

‎I muttered in my mind, raising an eyebrow. Now I understood.  

‎That explained why he was attending this meeting and why his presence didn’t feel strange anymore.

‎Ethan chuckled, but his smile slowly faded into anger.  

‎"Why don’t you ask her... in her grave?" he replied coldly, stepping closer to the man.

‎His eyes glowed.  

‎They were golden.

‎A werewolf.  

‎"What?" I gasped aloud in shock, realizing he was just like me.

‎"Ethan!" Darius called urgently, but Ethan’s wolfish form didn’t seem like a surprise, not to him and not to the other families.

‎Ethan took a quick glance at his father, then looked away.  

‎He hissed through clenched teeth,  

‎"Darius, I’ve always told you. Ethan needs to be tamed, or he’ll one day go out of control."  

‎The head of the Lester family snapped at Darius, gnashing his teeth.

‎I understood what he meant by being “tamed.”  

‎Just like what they did to me.  

‎Silver poison.

‎"I’m willing to pay 100 percent of my mother’s treasure to have her," Ethan declared boldly, breaking the record and looking straight into Darius’ eyes.

‎The hall went silent immediately, the families staring at one another in shock.  

‎Then a low murmur of disbelief spread across the room.  

‎I, on the other hand, remained seated, watching each piece of their drama unfold.

‎"I’ve always known you know the code to the safe house," Darius chuckled.

‎"Racheal never told any soul about the code to her treasure house, not even her brother," one of them said loudly.

‎"Why should we trust you?" Darius asked, raising his eyebrows eagerly.

‎Ethan chuckled.  

‎"We all know everyone’s treasures are not up to 30 percent of my mother’s treasure, not to talk of properties."

‎He smiled, turning to face me.  

‎My heart skipped.  

‎"So, I’m giving you 100 percent of her treasures to have Selene forever."

‎He dipped his hand into his pocket, keeping his composure tight.  

‎Silence broke out. Everyone fixed their eyes on Ethan, including me.  

‎To everyone, he was a fool.  

‎Darius broke the silence, clapping his hands.  

‎"Since my son has decided to follow the rules, then he’ll have her," he scoffed.  

‎"She will be his if the payment is done," Darius added, smiling.  

‎Gradually, his smile faded, his gaze narrowing as it landed on Ethan.  

‎His eyes turned cold.  

‎But Ethan didn’t flinch. He didn’t turn his sharp gaze away from his father.  

‎"So be it," he smiled, playing along.  

‎He walked down to his father-in-law in slow motion, his steps carrying every intense feeling.  

‎"Father, you never figured out that Mother has always loved you.  

‎Come to my abode tomorrow, then I’ll tell you the passcode."

‎He chuckled, then turned to me, still smiling.  

‎"Let’s go, Selene."

‎He stretched his hands for me to reach.

‎Without hesitation, I stood up gently, my heart still racing.  

‎Who would have thought that if one day Darius would lose me, it would be to his son?  

‎I walked up to Ethan, then grabbed his hand.  

‎"I'm sorry, you all have to excuse us," Ethan said abruptly, his grip on my hand firm as we turned to leave.  

‎I followed, my mind still racing.  

‎Escape from Darius's piercing gaze was my only thought.  

‎As we walked out, one of the families screamed loudly.  

‎"Ethan! How dare you walk away!"

‎He screamed at the top of his voice, but Ethan didn’t listen to any of his words.  

‎I could feel all of their eyes on us as we finally stepped out.  

‎Not long after, a sleek car guided itself to a stop before us, its door swinging open like a whispered invitation.  

‎Everything seemed planned, arranged.  

‎Ethan guided me in, his hand on the small of my back, and slid in beside me.  

‎The door closed with a soft thud, sealing us in.

‎I stared straight ahead, my mind a maze of questions.  

‎Was this planned? Was it all orchestrated?

‎I didn’t want to voice them.  

‎The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, but I looked away.  

‎I wondered where we were going.

‎“We’re going to my place,” he broke the silence, as if he read my mind.  

‎I avoided his gaze, and I heard him chuckle slightly.  

‎“I know you have a lot of questions right now…”

‎He shifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.  

‎“All you have to know for now is that you're mine,” he concluded.

‎As I turned my face away from his hand, trying to look toward the other side of the car, he pulled me gently by the waist.  

‎I leaned into him, his strong grip drawing me flush against his chest.  

‎My mouth almost crashed into his, his lips brushing in a tease that sent heat surging through me.  

‎Our breaths mingled into each other.  

‎His cool fingers dug into my side, sliding under my gown to trace the curve of my other side.

‎His hip ignited a throb between my thighs.  

‎I pressed closer, craving the forbidden press of his hardness against me.

‎Then the driver cleared his throat.  

‎“Ethan, can we go now?” he asked casually, not bothering to hide his amusement.  

‎“Yes, please,”Ethan said, still staring into my eyes.  

‎He finally released me gently.  

‎The car zoomed off at top speed.

‎

‎***

‎

‎We pulled up to a huge estate, the gates opening wide.  

‎I stared out the window at the massive houses like castles far bigger than the Light family’s place.  

‎I wondered in awe how anyone could own all of this.  

‎It felt unreal.

‎It turns out Ethan’s mom was the richest treasure hunter before she died.  

‎I wondered how.

‎We drove into the mansion compound, exotic cars parked everywhere.  

‎As we stepped out, I knew this was his spot.  

‎“Welcome to my abode,” Ethan said coolly.  

‎The driver got out with a grin, then let out a loud howl.  

‎Suddenly, howls echoed back from everywhere.

‎Ethan looked straight at me, his eyes intense.  

‎That’s when it hit me.

‎He didn’t bring me here to be his slave.

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