Chapter 2 The copper mirror

When she had wiped it completely clean, her reflection did not appear on the mirror, but instead a line of golden words appeared.

　　[Go to the ferry terminal on the night of the full moon this month. Board the ship named "Desire" and this copper mirror will be your ticket.]

　　[After boarding the ship, follow the ship and complete the corresponding tasks according to the instructions on the copper mirror while sailing around the West Ocean.]

　　[When you set foot on the land of the Bordeaux Wolfpack again, you will be the leader of the pack and the Luna of the most powerful Alphas on the Nox continent.].]

　　Cynthia didn't want to believe the copper mirror.

　　What was happening in front of her was too unbelievable and beyond her cognition for the past 18 years.

　　However, the next words that appeared on the copper mirror made Cynthia's heart tremble.

　　[Don't you want to avenge for my owner?]

　　The owner of the copper mirror...

　　It was referring to Cynthia's mother.

　　[This is your last chance.]

　　The golden words disappeared at the end, and the copper mirror dimmed. Faintly, Cynthia's slender and delicate face appeared on the mirror.

　　In the end, she ran away from home.

　　And according to the instructions on the copper mirror, she boarded the "Desire" on a full moon night.

　　It was a huge cruise ship.

　　Cynthia didn't know how many people were on board or who they were, but the luxurious decorations, long red carpets, the famous paintings on the walls, and the ceramic treasures from afar were beyond the financial capabilities of the Bordeaux Wolfpack.

　　Cynthia followed the steward uneasily to her room.

　　Speaking of which, the copper mirror was really useful. After showing the copper mirror, the originally indifferent staff on the ship were polite and greeted her with smiles.

　　What was the origin of the copper mirror?

　　What would she experience on the ship?

　　With various thoughts in her mind, Cynthia was too tired to even eat dinner, so she fell asleep in bed.

　　She had put in so much effort to escape from home, and now on the ship, her emotions were still tense. She really needed to rest.

　　The warmth of the soft blankets on the ship was a stark contrast to the coldness of her home. She had a dreamless night.

　　The next morning, Cynthia woke up to the sunshine streaming in through the window, a clear blue sky with sparkling waves in the distance, making her feel refreshed and free.

　　She still found it hard to believe that she had escaped from that oppressive family. She was going to start a new life.

　　Just as Cynthia was basking in the sunlight and enjoying her newfound freedom, the copper mirror interrupted her thoughts: "Day One Mission: Deliver breakfast to Mr. Churchill in Room Z10. Breakfast consists of a cup of black tea and seven cherry tomatoes."

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　　The sound of the empty teacup hitting the brown table made a crisp sound, like a nobleman ringing a copper bell to order his slaves.

　　The sound was enough to make Cynthia feel panicked. She had never experienced anything like this before.

　　She had never even touched her own sensitive areas, let alone have a man play with them using a copper spoon.

　　It was enough to make her feel ashamed. "Mr. Churchill," Cynthia called out softly, her fingers twisting her dress nervously.

　　Zachary had little patience to coax her, nor did he care to do so.

　　His deep voice sounded, tinged with slight sarcasm.

　　"Don't tell me you can't even undress yourself without the help of a servant at home?" The powerful aura of the male werewolf made Cynthia's palms sweat, and the exposed part of her body also involuntarily produced more secretions, leaving a dark stain on her dress.

　　Cynthia experienced for the first time the natural submissiveness of an Omega.

　　She almost instinctively answered, "I can do it, Mr. Churchill." Zachary's gaze darkened. He smelled the faint scent of sugar in the air, and with his keen sense, he knew that it did not come from the sugar packet near the teacup, but from the girl in front of him.

　　It was the scent of Omega pheromones.

　　An Omega werewolf, who just recently undergone her first heat, entered a strange male werewolf's room in the early morning, saying "you can do anything you want".

　　Except for asking for love, Zachary couldn't think of any other possibilities.

　　But Cynthia didn't know any of this.

　　She was just following the instructions of the copper mirror.

　　Without giving the girl time to think, Zachary stood up and approached her, dark shadows engulfing Cynthia. She only saw his broad chest and the golden eagle pin on his lapel.

　　His warm fingers touched Cynthia's neck, and his thumb inexplicably pressed down on her throat.

　　Cynthia's neck was delicate, and one hand was enough to grip it. The slight feeling of suffocation didn't make her cough, but she felt the his immense, overwhelming pressure.

　　"I guess you don't want to undress here, right?"

　　"......?"

　　"If that's the case, you can go somewhere else."

　　Zachary glanced at the nearby ship's railings, the silver rails reflecting light, where werewolves of different ages leaned against them, holding long-stemmed glasses in their hands.

　　Cynthia understood the man's meaning of "somewhere else."

　　"No! I don't want to."

　　"You have ten seconds to think about it."

　　After Zachary finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Cynthia and turned to open his own storage cabinet, taking out a hat and a pair of black gloves.

　　He put on the gloves, pressed down the brim of his hat, adjusted his clothes. He seemed really intent on taking Cynthia out and letting her be naked in public.

　　Cynthia shook her head low, lips pursed tightly, fingertips gradually lifted, pinching the strap of the collar.

　　"Five seconds."

　　Zachary didn't turn around, speaking with his back to Cynthia.