เข้าสู่ระบบCrystal's POV
I felt like I didn't hear right. Maybe my ears and my mind were playing games on me. Because there was no way in the seven hells did he just ask me to strip for him on our first private meeting. What type of perverted man was this? Either way, I wasn't the type of girl he thought I was.
"I'm not taking it off. I came to see you. Say what you wish to say so I can take my leave" I refused.
He began walking slowly towards me. "I won't ask again. Take that dress off" he said in a grave voice.
But I wasn't scared of him. I had stood up to him before, he wasn't going I intimidate me.
"I am not your stripp-"
SWOOSH!
Before I could finish my sentence, my back was against the wall with both of my hands pinned above my head with his left hand.
When did I get to the wall? I was just at the center of the room! He moved so fast I couldn't even see or react.
My chest heaved as I panted for air. His grip on my hands were as strong as iron.
"Let's establish a few things, butterfly. I'm the one who decides what happens and when it happens. I give the order, you follow. You don't argue or defy me whether in public or in private. I'm not prince charming or your knight in shining armour. I'm the devil who gets what he wants and as if now, my wolf wants you. So you will serve my every desire and obey my every command or you'll find yourself in my dungeon. I don't take disobedience lightly. Are we clear?" He asked.
I was still petrified from his showcase of strength and speed, still catching my breath I couldn't even process what he said.
"I said are we clear!" He bellowed.
But I gritted my teeth. "I am not your stripper!" I yelled back at him.
His expression remained blank. Then he smirked. "I see. You're a feisty one huh? You like it when you're controlled or forced to do something right?" He asked and grabbed my waist with his other hand before bringing his lips close to my ear.
"If you won't take it off, I'll strip you myself" he whispered.
An image immediately conjured in my mind, making my eyes bulge with dread.
He was going to strip me?! What kind of pervert was I mated to?He immediately turned me around and found the zipper to my dress.
"Please don't!" I yelled and surprisingly, he stopped.
"What happened to your hand?" He asked, touching the injury I sustained from the mirror earlier.
I immediately retracted my hand and concealed the injury.
He turned me around to face him. "Who injured you?" He asked with a stern look on his face.
"Nobody, it was an accident" I immediately blurted out. I didn't know if he was asking out of concern or whatever but I didn't want him finding out I was pushed by the Luna.
"You need to be careful. My mate should not have unnecessary scars. You should be perfect as I found you. Lisa will attend to the injury immediately" he said and walked to his closet. He pulled out a long robe and wore it over his pair of boxers, tying the ropes neatly.
"Where are you going?" I asked, more out of surprise than anything else. Wasn't he going to strip me just now? What's with the random switch in activity?
"Out to swim. That's the only good thing your pack has to offer me. By the time I get back, I want that dress off. Don't make me take it off you when I get back" he said and exited the room.
Part of me was disappointed. I hate what I'm about to say but a part of me wanted him to strip me. I know it's crazy but when he whispered his intention in my ear, I felt a burning sensation inside me. It felt like a part of me was yearning for it.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Luna" I heard Lisa call from outside.
"Come in" I called her in.
"I'm sorry, I can't enter Alpha Adrian's chambers" she replied from outside.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, meeting her outside. We went to my room and she attended to my injury before escorting me back to Adrian's room.
I explored his room and saw lots of necklaces, amulets and dangerous weapons stashed in different places. It was like he was going for war.
I guess he really was bloodthirsty. I went through the necklaces and saw a beautiful one with a silver coloured crescent pendant and pink stars around it. It looked too feminine to be in his collection.
"You like that one?"
I immediately turned around, startled to my bones. When did he get in?
"Turn around let me put it on you" he said more of an order than a request. He didn't even let me say if I liked it or not.
I turned around. He wore it on my neck and leaned forward to whisper again. "You know, sniffing through personal belongings can get you punished. And didn't I tell you to take off this dress before I got back?" He whispered.
I tilted my head to look at him.
"I wanted to remove it in your presence" I whispered back and turned to face him.
I could see the confusion on his face. "Did I hear you well?" He asked in a low voice.
"Isn't that what you want?" I maintained my blank expression and began unzipping my dress. I took off the shoulders and watched the dress drop down to my legs before stepping out of them elegantly.
His eyes greedily scanned my body, feeding off how I looked in my underwear.
"All of it. Take it all off" he pointed at my brassiere and panties.
Adrian's POV The wind blew gently as I walked down the stone path that was a walkway leading away from the Alpha’s mansion. My steps were deliberate and calm, my shoes hitting the stones gently. But my mind… my mind was far from calm. It was a damn raging storm.I ignored the bowing wolves lining the way. Some tilted their heads lower than necessary, others muttered, “Alpha,” as I passed. I nodded out of habit, a practiced motion with zero thought behind it. Let them think I was calm. Let them think I had it together. That I wasn’t seconds away from ripping my own head off just to quiet my thoughts.Lots of different faces bowing before me, male, female, old, young. Some I recognised familiarly, some slightly. But only one name rang inside my head as I walked ahead.Crystal.That name had begun to feel like a curse and a craving in the same breath. How this was possible was what baffled me. I had never felt this way before.I clenched my jaw and tried to shake her out of my head, but
Crystal's POV The heavy slam of the door echoed like a slap in the face. I sat there, my back still pressed against the wall where Adrian had pinned me, trying to catch my breath. My chest heaved with a mix of fear, fury, and a sickening kind of... pain. My body remembered his touch far more vividly than my mind cared to admit.What the hell was that?He’s a monster, Crystal. A possessive, controlling, unpredictable monster.And yet… why did your knees go weak when he said he couldn’t control the madness inside him?I shook the thought away violently, disgusted with myself. I couldn't afford this weird thoughts of mine. Not now, not ever. Not when I was surrounded by strangers who hated me. Not when the man I was supposed to call mate treated me like a chained object.I stood to go to the balcony, desperate for air, for space, for anything but the echo of his breath on my neck, when the door swung open."Luna" Lyra called. She stood on the doorway, her hand holding the door, her eyes
Crystal's POV I got in my room and locked myself alone inside, burying my entire body beneath my bed sheets. My mind and body were weak from exhaustion and all the strange events happening since I arrived.I didn't sign up for this. If his pack loved him as I thought they did, why didn't they accept his choice?Their criticising words replayed in my head. Was it my fault that their Alpha chose me? I suddenly became angry. What was even their problem? Did I choose their alpha? Why would I drug him? I didn't even want him to choose me from the jump!Why would I drug him and make him choose me when I didn't even want him? There was no one with me but I felt like firing all these questions at someone.Then the slam of the door startled me.I immediately sat up on the bed and looked at the door.Adrian stood just inside the doorway, radiating a heat that made the room feel smaller. His expression was a storm, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling like he’d just s
Crystal's POV The next morning came fast and I felt suffocated.I needed to breathe. The walls of Adrian’s mansion were too stiff, too silent. I couldn’t sit still with all these questions eating me alive.So I turned to Lyra.“I want to take a walk,” I said simply.Lyra blinked in surprise. “Now? Are you sure that’s going to be a good thing? You don't really know this pack yet...”“They cheered for me yesterday,” I cut in before I could second-guess myself. “They threw petals. They smiled. They chanted my name. They cheered for me. I’m not expecting parades today, but I’d like to believe they meant it.”Lyra hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. But I’m walking with you.”And so we stepped out of the mansion's gates, side by side. The wind was kind of cold, brushing over my skin like a reminder that I didn’t belong here. But I immediately shoved the thought away.I forced a smile as we entered the heart of the Gravepine Pack.But then...it hit me.The silence. The shift in the air immed
Crystal's POV The towel clung to me as I stepped out of the bathroom. My skin was still damp and trembling, not from the warmth of the water, but from what I’d just seen.Adrian. Watching. Unblinking. Unashamed. Like a predator watching its prey.My heart was still a frenzy beneath my ribs, pounding like a war drum, even as my face remained strangely composed. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I had learned how to control my expressions and the emotions I displayed.I had stared back at him through the misted glass, letting my silence make him know of violation he just committed.Now, in my room, the air was colder than before. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe it was the shivers that had come from what just happened. I felt hollowed out from the inside.Lyra was there, arranging pillows I hadn’t even used. She was dutifully committed. It was touching to see. I know she really cares about me.She looked up as I walked in, her lips curving into a polite smile. “I set your night gown by the
Crystal's POV Steam curled around me, wrapping my body in warmth I hadn’t felt since I days now. It had been a hell of a couple days since Adrian arrived at my pack. Dread, bloodshed and tension had been the order of the day. The water kept falling down on my shoulders, washing away the blood of the past week, the fear, the dust, the scent of war still clinging to my heart and body.My hands were halfway through rinsing the soap from my arms when something shifted.A chill ran down my spine. Not the water. Not the cold. Something else.I blinked, heart hammering in my chest.Slowly, I wiped the fog off the glass panel in front of me, and what I saw nearly sent me collapsing to the floor.Adrian.He stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the shower room like he belonged there. Watching me. Not speaking. Not hiding.Watching me!My heart stopped.His eyes were fixed on me as though he had been seeing through the mist all the while. At this point, I was sure he had.How







