Semua Bab Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special): Bab 61 - Bab 70

This was the closest I'd ever been to him, and his fragrance was intoxicating. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, making this moment unforgettable. I felt like I could stay in his arms forever.As soon as she finished snapping a photo, She declared, "Thank you. I am Mrs. Black, by the way." She introduced herself with a warm smile."I'm Daisy, and this is Drake," I replied, making the introductions.Mrs. Black's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed intently on Drake. "Your face looks familiar," she declared. "Are you a celebrity?"When Drake didn't respond, I jumped in to answer on his behalf. "He's a model," I explained.Mrs. Black's eyes widened in recognition. "And the number one in the world, because of his exceptional handsomeness," she added, her voice filled with admiration.Drake's response was interrupted as he began to say,"I will take my..." "I need..." I started, but my words trailed off, unsure of how Drake would respond.As if he could read my mind, he finished my sentence

He didn't react, but I could sense a subtle warm in his body."Can you look at the camera?" I asked, trying to capture the perfect shot."Bold, aren't you?" Drake declared, but I snapped the photo anyway."What?! You need to take another one?" he protested, feigning annoyance.I chuckled. "Okay, then can you pose properly?" I requested, and this time, Drake stared into the camera, his expression perfect. I took another shot, and the result was breathtaking – more than perfect.As I gazed at the photo, a wistful thought crept into my mind. "How I wish Drake had feelings for me." But I quickly dismissed the idea. "Who am I to demand that from him?"Yet, a glimmer of hope lingered. "It's not entirely impossible for him to have feelings for me, is it? He treats me so differently from how other high-ups treat their slaves..." But then I remembered the young lady Drake had interacted with before we arrived in Paris. That memory effectively extinguished the flicker of hope in my mind.I push

"Follow me," Drake ordered, and I quickly stood up, following him. I kicked off my heels, holding one in my hand, as we navigated through the panicked crowd.A voice shouted through a megaphone, "Search for Drake and kill Daisy!" My heart racing, I followed Drake until we reached a speedboat that was packed."Get in," Drake instructed, releasing my hand. I obeyed, watching as he destroyed the other boat to prevent our pursuers from using it.As he drove the speedboat away from the ship, the attackers caught up to us, firing shots in our direction. Drake swiftly ducked, pulling me down with him, and I heard the attackers curse under their breath as they missed their target.Once we were at a safe distance from the ship, I let out a sigh of relief. But Drake's next words snapped me back to reality. "Don't feel comfortable yet. They got to the ship through speedboats."I followed his gaze to the left, where several boats were speeding towards us. Drake must have anticipated this, as he i

“Can I help you with undressing?” she asked, her eyes locked on the heel she was holding.“Don't worry,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively. “You can leave.”Fleur nodded obediently and departed, leaving me to my thoughts. I recalled the phone I had tucked into my undergarment and quickly retrieved it, placing it on the exclusive table beside the bed.As I lay down, I thought about visiting Drake to inquire about his wound, but I decided to trust his earlier assurance that he would take care of himself.Before long, I drifted off to sleep, reminiscing about the day's events and sleeping soundly for the first time since arriving in Paris.Drake's POV“Sir, you're back,” Joe declared. “I came as quickly as I could as soon as you called me.”“This is just the beginning,” I declared, breaking the silence.He replied respectfully, “I don't get what you mean, sir.”I elaborated, my tone solemn. “The path is sweet, lonely, and dangerous.” “Damn it!” I exclaimed, scolding the part of me

"Yes, I did say that," he acknowledged. "But I don't tolerate injustice. You did nothing wrong in protecting yourself from the assailant, which is why I'll try to shield you under my own protection.""Thanks," I said sincerely, a sad smile spreading across my face.Drake's gaze locked onto mine, his voice filled with conviction. "Know the honest truth now: with my protection, death is no longer the only option. You now have two possibilities: life or death. Under my protection, you can choose to live or die.""I know," I replied, a sense of hope rising within me. "At least there's hope now.""Yeah, there is," he agreed."Now, come join me for breakfast," Drake invited. "I've ordered something, put your worries aside for a moment."Joe entered the room, and I hesitated, aware of the precarious situation. "I don't think I can eat," I replied, my anxiety evident."Don't let anxiety lead to hunger and exhaustion," he cautioned, walking toward the table.We sat down, and Joe began to unpac