Mr. Wolfy and His Siren Mate

A man with a well-built posture walked into the nightclub, which was full of uproar. He was sure he would find what he was looking for. It was like what Ange—an elder in his family—had said; he had to find a girl with the features she described in that place.

His sharp gaze wandered around the dimly lit room, looking for a figure that matched the characteristics she had bagged.

The first time, he directed his gaze towards the VIP room, where a girl with a similar hair color must have been there. It was impossible to imagine that a girl with such a luxurious appearance and extraordinary delineation was in the ranks of such an ordinary guest.

The girl is not indiscriminate, especially if she's a club employee. Or those who enter using a free pass card.

"Hey, handsome. Are you looking for someone?" greeted one of the girls who passed by the body of the man who was still firmly in place. He didn't want to sit with anyone, except with the girl he was looking for.

The man nodded.

"Is your hair silver?" asked the man.

"What? My hair is not silver, honey. It's blonde. What is the difference? You will still moan loudly, enjoying my game. How?"

It's pretty tempting for guys, of course. However, no. Not at the moment. It was because of this that he had to look for the silver-haired girl because he couldn't do it with anyone else.

NOBODY!

Several other girls then approached him, just like the first.

Naturally, a man like Maximillian Reynz, a young entrepreneur with unrivaled charisma—despite his reputation as one of the most coveted Casanovas by girls of all ages and the material fantasy of women who craved his caresses—was a selector.

When he reached the bar counter, his steps slowed down. There was nothing wrong with him stopping by for a quick drink. After all, tonight was too beautiful for him to spend with a mysterious woman. What if he tried one more time, picking a girl to spend the night with?

“Hey, my friend said you rejected her earlier. However, I'm sure you won't refuse if it's with me.” A woman approached him confidently.

From her clothes, Max could tell that the woman was a pole dancer or maybe a stripper.

Max snorted.

“Why are you confident that you are better than your friends? What color is your hair?" asked Max, the same way he had asked the other woman before.

"Black. But I can color it into whatever you want. I can guarantee it."

"Screw the silver hair!" Max cursed, as he pulled the woman into the corner of the room, he kissed every inch of the woman's skin, ready to be licked.

The woman sighed, occasionally moaning. Max hadn't done anything to her yet, but on several surfaces of his body, he was already starting to feel the sensation he usually feels when his lust rises.

'No, no ... it can't be like this! Fuck!' He cursed in his heart. Likewise, the woman glared for a moment before realizing she was making out with a terrible predator.

The woman screamed hysterically, then fainted.

***

Fuck!

Max couldn't stop cursing his misfortune. He couldn't remember the first time something like this had happened. No one had said anything to him. He felt this was a curse. He was still his usual self, when under ordinary circumstances.

However, at the age of twenty-five, he began to show strange symptoms.

He could no longer freely fuck women as he pleased because most would run away or faint at the beginning of the game.

Damn it!

Again, Max swore incoherently. At this age, he should be thinking about having a girlfriend or maybe forever being a don Juan, but it didn't matter to him.

However, with his condition, how could he?

Just a few steps out of the building he came from earlier, his steps stopped. From a distance, he saw a commotion between a woman and several men dressed in black. Max could see that the men seemed to want something from the woman, although he didn't know what they wanted.

There was a tug-of-war between one and the hooded woman. At first, Max didn't want to care what they were doing. His life was already complicated enough as it was. He didn't want to deal with anything else that would bring him new problems.

He was about to get into a chauffeur-driven car. Tonight he deliberately drove himself to nowhere—anything could happen in his search for the silver-haired girl.

He could end up in her bed or even make some woman faint from fright—like what happened a few minutes ago.

"Get rid of me, you bastard! You can't just take what's mine!" the girl screeched, which sounded familiar to Max. The man slowed down the movement of his hand that was about to close the car door, but he did not.

"Shall we go now, sir?" the driver asked. Max didn't answer, just gestured with his hand, ordered his driver to wait.

The driver nodded slowly, then moved on, awaiting orders from Max, who was disturbed by what was happening not far away. He wanted to ignore whatever it was, but his other side insisted on intervening.

At least he wanted to know what was happening.

"You have to pay your debt, or you'll return home with nothing, not even your honor!" snapped the man with the most extensive body among the others.

The girl still clutched her bag and insisted she wouldn't give anything away.

"I told you, give me time! And don't listen to that drunkard! I'll never get along with his desire to sold me to become an escort woman! Do you hear that?"

"This girl is so stubborn! Black, hold her hand!"

The girl tried to break free. She screamed for help, but the street was too quiet for people to pass through. Only a few club-goers would be out and about. However, there was no way they would be willing to help her if they saw how the men she was fighting with looked.

Max shook his head, impatient to see what was happening that wasn't coming to light. He still didn't even know what had caused her to be so adamant about not being with the men.

Could it be that she was the daughter of a tycoon who was wanted for running away?

"Hey, man, what's going on?" asked Max, approaching and looking alternately at the girl and then the man who insisted on taking her away.

"This is none of your business. Get lost!" the man scolded, feeling Max was interfering with his work.

"Sir, help me, they're about to take me to be sold to a brothel; please, let me go!" the girl whimped in her melodious voice. Max was stunned for a moment, almost lost in the intonation of the girl's voice. However, in the next second, he came to his senses and turned to the girl.

"Close your eyes, Miss. Don't open them until I tell you to!"

Ivory nodded, then began to close her eyes. She didn't even peek because she didn't want to betray the man who would be her helper god today.

The girl could hear Max talking to some men who were about to take her—as if they were negotiating. Max said firmly that he would pay the girl's debt, regardless of the amount.

Unfortunately, the men also revealed that the girl's father had sold her to someone due to a debt that could never be paid. This was because it was too much.

Even when Max offered to pay for everything, the men were adamant.

Max couldn't be patient anymore.

From what Ivory heard, there were only growls and sounds of fisticuffs and collisions between blunt objects that fell on the asphalt. There were also several gunshots that made Ivory duck and hide.

Despite the commotion, she didn't want to die silly.

And without realizing it, Max was already beside her, reaching out to help her up.

"It's all right now. Get up, Miss!"

Ivory, who had been ducking her head and covering her ears with her hands, finally looked up to find Max standing next to her without his shirt on. He was breathing heavily because he had managed to beat up several big men who had been bothering Ivory.

The girl gaped at the sight before her.

The big men were lying helplessly. Max had beaten him too quickly. Who exactly was that man?

"You beat them yourself? Without weapons?" asked Ivory with an amazed look. "Amazing!"

"Why did they force you to come with them? Is it really as you and they say?"

Ivory nodded. She hurriedly tidied herself up and was about to leave when Max grabbed her arm.

"Where are you off to?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I appreciate your help, but I have to leave before Benjamin Agony hears that his henchmen did not manage to take me. He will come and—"

Max gripped the girl's arm tighter. It was impossible to miss what was behind the girl's ear that had been bothering him. He couldn't be wrong, none of the women had what he was looking for, but this girl was definitely the one.

"Your hair is silver?!"