Chapter 1 The Bordeaux Wolfpack had never had an Omega before

"Drink it." A deep and commanding voice resonated above Cynthia's head.

　　The ship swayed gently with the waves, but the cabin was soundproofed so well that no sound of the sea could be heard. Sunlight slanted through the curtains, falling on Cynthia's flushed cheeks.

　　The strong werewolf sitting across from her seemed accustomed to giving orders, and Cynthia was nothing but a lowly subject.

　　Zachary Churchill, the youngest Alpha on the Nox Continent, exuded a natural coldness.

　　Cynthia bit her lip and looked at him.

　　His pitch-black pupils revealed no emotions. Her gaze lowered, eventually settling on the white teacup in front of her. Inside the teacup was a crystal-clear, light red liquid. Zachary's fingers gently stirred the teacup, causing the light red liquid to ripple lightly.

　　Cynthia was powerless to resist his command. She had to complete the task, but... The pristine teacup didn't just contain expensive red tea, but also something she was ashamed to admit.

　　Trembling, Cynthia reached out her hand.

　　Zachary noticed her nervousness and hesitation, but unfortunately, this almost pitiful trembling only aroused his sadistic desire even more.

　　Just as Cynthia was about to touch the teacup, Zachary suddenly changed his mind and stopped her.

　　"What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough?"

　　"No..." Before Cynthia could refuse, her voice turned into a soft moan.

　　"Uh... please, no." Cynthia clamped her legs together, but it only made it easier for the Zachary to insert a finger into her pussy. The little hole was already wet, and her small white panties were pulled aside.

　　His index finger pressed deep into her inner wall. Although it was just one finger, how could the virgin pussy withstand this kind of deliberate pressure? The already moist pussy was now completely soaked.

　　"Spread your legs." He ordered. He stared at the young girl in front of him. Unable to withstand the pressure of his gaze, Cynthia slowly opened her knees. She was kneeling on a red sofa chair, and this movement exposed her entire light pink pussy to the air.

　　He withdrew his finger, and the cool air rushed into her pussy.

　　The soft flesh of Cynthia's pussy involuntarily contracted twice. She thought him had given up on playing with her, but the next second, a cold object replaced his finger and pressed against her pussy. It was a copper spoon that he had just taken out of the teacup.

　　The teacup was placed on the small table.

　　"Mr. Churchill..." Cynthia's pleading voice was heard, but the man did not respond as she had hoped.

　　The cold back of the spoon pressed back and forth against her clitoris and labia, as if trying to dig out the core.

　　Cynthia wanted to avoid the touch of the spoon, but the man had already grabbed her waist and trapped her between his body and the sofa.

　　"When you came in, didn't you tell me that you could do anything I asked?" Although it sounded like a question, it seemed as if Zachary didn't care if Cynthia responded or not.

　　"But now you won't even drink your own liquid emitted by your own pussy." With Zachary's cold words, the spoon unrelentingly dug into Cynthia's virgin opening, causing a shameful, sticky sound and an undeniable sensation that made Cynthia's legs weak.

　　She eventually collapsed into Zachary's palm.

　　The spoon dug out the girl's liquid and mixed it with the tea. This time, Zachary did not give the girl a choice. He handed her a full cup of tea mixed with her own fluid, pinched her jaw with his other hand, and poured the entire cup of liquid down her forced-open mouth.

　　The sweet taste spread throughout her mouth.

　　Zachary patted the girl's cheek, wiped away the spilled liquid on her face, and whispered in her ear.

　　"Be good from now on, so that you can suffer less. Now, take off your upper clothes."

　　Cynthia never imagined she would fall to such a low point.

　　A month ago, at Cynthia's coming-of-age ceremony, the Bordeaux Wolfpack invited the most professional appraiser to determine Cynthia's shift result. Everyone was expecting the girl the Alpha had pampered to shift into a powerful adult werewolf under the witness of the goddess, and possess the unique snow wolf-form. Everyone was hoping that she would become the future Alpha with supreme power and glory.

　　However, the result was not as everyone had expected. Unlike everyone in the Bordeaux Wolfpack, Cynthia shifted into an omega. Not only did her glands transform into the omega-specific glands, but she also could not shift into a wolf form.

　　This was an unacceptable disaster and shame for the Bordeaux Wolfpack, with rumors spreading everywhere. The Bordeaux Wolfpack had never had an Omega before, let alone a member who could not shift into a wolf form. So many people suspected that Cynthia might be a bastard.

　　Cynthia's mother suffered unimaginable humiliation, and people behind her back accused her of having an affair with a lone wolf and giving birth to this Omega.

　　Unable to endure such slander, Cynthia's mother eventually committed suicide by drinking poison. After her mother's death, Cynthia's torment only worsened, as she sifted through her mother's belongings in the dusty room.

　　As she questioned herself, Cynthia wondered if all of this was her fault. Was she really a lowly bastard as those people had claimed?

　　[You're not a bastard. You'll become the Luna of the most powerful Alphas and inherit the Bordeaux Wolfpack.]

　　In the silence, a voice sounded in Cynthia's ears.

　　"Who's there?"

　　Cynthia looked up and scanned around, but she didn't see anyone. She thought it was her imagination, but just as she doubted, the voice sounded again.

　　[I'm in your hand.]

　　Cynthia lowered her head and looked incredulously at the object in her hand. It was a stained copper mirror, which had once been the token of love between her father and mother.

　　However, ever since Cynthia shifted as an Omega, her father had never seen her and her mother again. Her mother had left this once cherished copper mirror in a corner of the room.

　　And now, was the copper mirror talking to her?

　　Cynthia carefully reached out her finger and wiped the dust off the copper mirror.