THE INTERROGATION

(RAYMOND'S POV)

I sat in my office, still stuck on the morning before, no matter how hard I tried, I could not push her out of my mind. I could still see her delicate lips trembling with anger and disgust as she stared at me. It was a shame she was a prostitute. A possessive thought crossed my mind, maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to keep her.

“Raymond are you listening,” Daisy sat on my office sofa, her voice in the background. She was talking endlessly about different things, but I didn't hear a single word. I simply did not care about what she had to say. I was sure if I saw her in a crowded room, I wouldn't even recognize her. To me, she was just another girl.

Unfortunately, the werewolf community was convinced that marrying Daisy and marking her as mine would temporarily calm the beast raging inside me. The entire Werewolf society was on the brink of losing its sanity. And me, as their leader, if I could stabilize my own inner wolf, it would buy us some time to find a cure. The elders spoke of a mythical white wolf that could save us, but that werewolf no longer existed. 

However we were being pressured by the supernatural committee, they had issued an order, either we find a solution immediately, or every single werewolf will be poisoned to death before we all turn feral.

Suddenly, my office door was opened aggressively and that little delicate face that hadn't left my mind, strolled in. Three police officers marched tightly behind her, followed by my secretary, who was visibly panicking.

"Sir, I am so sorry, I tried to stop them!" my secretary stammered anxiously.

I gave her a calm wave of my hand, dismissing her. "It's fine. I will handle this." Turning my attention to my sweet intruder. "What now, doll face?" I asked affectionately.

She looked genuinely repulsed by the sound of my voice, she turned ignoring me and focused on the police officer standing right next to her. "It is him. He is the man who raped me."

Across the room, Daisy spilled her water in shock. "Rape?" she asked, her eyes looking wildly between the two of us.

"Yes," doll face repeated, her beautiful face twisted in anger.

I leaned back on my desk amused. This was a new one. Most prostitutes tried to threaten me with lawsuits just to extort more money out of me, but genuinely none of them went through with the case. But looking at her, I realized there was a first time for everything.

"Rape?" The policeman asked, he was also shocked. "Are you saying Mr. Raymond Lastwill raped you?"

She looked back at the officer, equally confused by his question. "You have the medical documents right there! The tests have already been done. I was a virgin, and I had to be stitched back up because my hymen was completely torn. The semen was tested, too. All you need to do is run a DNA test on him to prove it." She said confidently.

The entire room went silent. The amusement drained from my body, and I went completely cold. I hadn't bothered to look at the paperwork before. I quickly snatched the documents straight out of her hands, my fingers trembling as I scanned the pages. There it was, written in black and white, she was a virgin.

"I am sorry, Mr. Lastwill," the policeman said, trying to stay polite even in this situation. "But under the circumstances, I will need to run some tests."

I held up my hand. "There is no need for that. I indeed had sexual relations with her."

This time Daisy completely dropped her glass. It shattered loudly against the floor. "What?"

She had no idea what was really going on. Apart from my best friend and my Beta, no one knew that my wolf, Rex, was on the edge of going completely feral. His moods were constant, and the only way to numb his violent desires was to give in to his physical urges. 

Our pack doctor had begged me to find a mate to fulfill the spiritual connection, but Rex stubbornly rejected every female presented to him. He wanted his true mate or no one at all. Left with no choice, I sought help where it was sold, in a brothel.

I had a strict agreement with the madame in charge of the brothel. Every time I placed an order, she would send a girl to Room 5. The rules were simple. The girls had to be clean, entirely willing to satisfy my deepest urges, and bound by a strict non disclosure agreement. 

Over time, the madame began sending the exact same girl. I appreciated her consistency. My demands were often dark and unusual, yet she met every single one of them without fail. However, she had recently gotten married, and the madame promised me a new girl. That was when doll face had walked into my room. And now, I was facing rape charges.

"Sir... are you officially confessing to a rape charge?" the policeman asked, completely stunned.

I looked at the officers, "Let's finish this conversation somewhere more private. Who is the head detective here?"

The officer stepped forward, his tone polite but there was an edge now. "Let me introduce myself. I am Detective York."

I extended my hand and shook his. Doll face stood beside him shooting me daggers.

"Detective York, can we talk privately?" I asked, glancing around the crowded space. "My lawyer is on his way."

Doll face scoffed loudly. "I am not leaving," planting her hands firmly on her round hips and crossing her arms, her lips pouting stubbornly. I shifted uncomfortably, how can her presence affect me this deeply? Detective York’s sharp eyes followed my movements closely, and a sudden look of realization crossed his face as he glared at me.

"Am not leaving either!" Daisy protested loudly, stepping forward. "I don't believe for a second that you raped her, Raymond. She probably drugged you!"

Doll face turned around to face Daisy, her face red with fury. Before she could speak, I cut her off.

"Daisy, please leave," I commanded. Daisy turned to me, ready to argue, but the expression on my face stopped her. She stamped her feet in frustration then turned on her heel and stormed out of the office.

Luke and Seth walked into the room together. Luke was my best friend and also my lawyer and the Alpha of our neighboring pack. His pack was responsible for managing all the legal and political affairs within the Werewolf clan. 

They looked around the room, their eyes lingering on doll face, she scoffed at them and Luke smiled. 

"Now that your little legal team is finally here, can you explain to me why you raped me?" she demanded, then paused for a brief second. "Actually, I don't need a single explanation from you. Everything is perfectly clear, and you already admitted to it yourself." She turned aggressively toward the detective, pointing a slender finger directly at my chest. "Arrest him!"