4: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

TSIREYA’s POV

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That morning, I woke up in the same private room at the club. Thin sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains.

My body was completely naked, skin still sticky in places from the wild night with Alpha Kai. The sheets were messy, pillows thrown around, and the scent of sex still lingered in the air.

But…I was alone. He was already gone.

On the pillow next to me was a neatly folded note. I picked it up and read the strong handwriting:

Tsireya,

Tomorrow night, come and meet me to discuss the details. We can also talk about your f*e for this case.

Come to our main mansion—Greywil’s Mansion.

—Kai

I closed my eyes. A wave of heat rushed through my chest, and I felt my cheeks flush red. It had been a long time since I last had sex. The last time was with Jax, six months ago. After that, I focused only on work and Luna training.

But I would never become a Luna now. I had decided to be alone, to focus on my career and become a successful woman. That was my promise to myself now.

Seven failed engagements had worn me out. I was tired of searching for love, falling in love, and hoping to become a Luna or a mother. No more.

I promised—I chose myself only.

***

That night, the taxi finally turned onto an unmarked private road. There was only a tall black iron gate with the name Greywil Mansion on it.

The gate opened automatically, as if it had been waiting for me. A smooth asphalt road stretched straight ahead, surrounded by tall old pine trees. Their branches swayed slowly in the cold winter wind.

The building had large windows with iron frames, a steep Gothic style roof, and two wide wings on the left and right. Warm yellow outdoor lights lit up the facade. In front of the main door, a large stone fountain flowed quietly.

I got out of the taxi and entered through the main door at the front.

A servant opened the door for me. Inside, I saw shiny black marble floors, a high ceiling with dim crystal chandeliers, and the scent of mahogany wood.

“Are you Alpha’s guest?” the elderly maid asked.

I nodded immediately.

“Alright. I will take you to his room,” she said.

She led me down a long corridor that grew darker the deeper we went. The walls were covered with old wooden panels and large paintings of ancestors, their eyes seeming to watch every step I took.

She opened a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall. “This is Alpha’s private room,” she said. “Please go in. He is waiting.”

I stepped inside. The door closed softly behind me.

The room was dark, lit only by dim red lights placed around the walls.

Then I saw it. The walls were filled with neatly arranged BDSM equipment. There were black leather cuffs, whips of various sizes, red and black silk ropes, beautifully carved wooden paddles, shiny metal clamps, satin blindfolds, and plugs and vibrators in many shapes, displayed like an art collection.

There was a bondage table in the center of the room, a large bed with chains at all four corners, and a huge mirror on the ceiling reflecting everything.

I had seen things like this before. In underground clubs, in private rooms of rich clients with extreme tastes. But never this complete and this well cared for.

While I was still frozen, staring at the equipment, a tall silhouette appeared behind me.

The man wore a white shirt, open at the chest, showing strong muscle lines under the dim red light. I could not see his face clearly, only the shadow of a sharp jaw and slightly messy black hair.

“Welcome,” he said first, his voice deep.

He stepped closer.

I instinctively stepped back, my back touching the cold wall.

He kept moving forward until there were only a few inches between us, his body completely blocking my way.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, a little panicked.

He laughed softly. Then he leaned down, his lips almost touching my ear. “Why ask?” he whispered. “I do not like small talk.”

He looked at me for a moment. His golden eyes slowly became clear as the red light touched his face. My heart beat faster. This face was not Alpha Kai. The jawline was sharper, the nose straighter, and there was a thin scar on his left eyebrow that somehow made him even more attractive.

Before I could ask anything, he spoke again. “You are very beautiful,” he said gently, his index finger carefully lifting my chin. “Are you ready to be my submissive tonight?”

I was so shocked that my breath caught. “I am sorry. What do you mean?”

He smiled slightly, his eyes shining with amusement. “Why ask again? Oh, are you pretending to be innocent?”

His voice dropped into a playful whisper. “I really like that. It was not a waste to pay one billion dollars for you.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “I am sorry, but there was no discussion about payment for me in this case.”

He went silent at once.

His smile slowly faded, replaced by a calm expression.

His voice became heavier, full of authority. “What is your name?”

“Tsireya Harper,” I answered firmly.

He raised an eyebrow, then let out a slow breath. “Ah. You are that lawyer.”

Then he gave a command to the smart lighting system. “Alexa, turn on the light.”

The lights turned on, filling the room with warm white light.

For the first time, our eyes truly met.

Golden eyes, the same as Alpha Kai’s, but deeper, wiser, and somehow more gentle.

He looked at me for a long moment, as if he was judging me.

“And… What is your name?” I asked.