Chapter 5 The Luckiest Prisoner

"Roberto Martinez."

My eyes fell on the figure in the photo Ben had pointed to.

"He lives in the southern district's elite neighborhood with his wife and two daughters. Founder of the educational foundation Moon School of Design. A family man. Nothing is interesting about him besides sharing the same hobby as Jared Waltz. Roberto Martinez is an antique collector," said Ben.

"Is he one of our kind?" I asked.

Ben shook his head. "Nope. He's human." He moved another photo. "Look at this!"

My eyes narrowed as I watched the photo closely. The man named Roberto appeared to be handing something to Jared. It needed to be more clear what the object was in his hand. Something like a wooden box. Maybe it was an antique, like Ben said.

"I think they're just doing an antique deal," Ben said.

"Can you find out what's in that box?" I turned to Ben. "I've already missed out once, Ben. I won't let it happen again," I said.

Two million dollars was no small sum. Jared Waltz had cost me a lot because of that asshole Antonio. It was a mistake, and I won't make it again. Anything to do with Jared would not catch me off guard.

Ben looked unsure but replied, "I'll find it out." He tidied up the photos on the table and said, "Have you received the invitation from Alpha Marcus?"

"Alpha Marcus?" My brow furrowed, waiting for further explanation.

"Alpha Marcus contacted me a few days ago. He wants to invite you to his mansion for dinner," Ben told me.

Marcus was an old friend of my father's. They were great at working together. Unfortunately, their relationship was fractured over a woman. And now, suddenly, he invited me to dinner. This was suspicious.

"Interesting, but I'm sure he has reasons for inviting me. Doesn't he?" I joked.

"That's exactly my point. I heard he's looking for a match for his daughter. Alpha Marcus needs someone to carry on his legacy."

This information was getting interesting. Marcus Moon only had one daughter. I didn't know her directly, but I knew enough about what Marcus' daughter looked like.

"I think he wants you to marry his daughter," Ben continued with a mocking face.

It sounded ridiculous, but I was on the same page as Ben. I thought accepting the dinner invitation would be a good idea. Marcus' daughter wasn't an ugly girl. I've met her before. As for marrying her, that's going too far. But maybe I could use her to take my mind off the half-breed girl.

A knock on the door interrupted this conversation. Ben turned around and opened the door. I couldn't hear exactly what he was talking about until Ben came back to me. His tense face made me move. I knew something was up, and things weren't okay.

"What happened?" I asked to the point.

"The girl. She attacked the servant. She tried to escape," Ben replied.

You don't need to mention a name. I knew who Ben was referring to.

"What a fool! How dare she disobey my orders!" My chest rumbled. The girl wasn't listening to me. This can't be allowed! "Where is she now?" I asked.

"She's in her room," Ben replied.

I came out from behind the desk, then walked vast strides towards the girl's room.

"I'd given her a waiver from the dungeon, but she keeps doing stupid things like that. Just watch! I'll give her extra punishment." I kept swinging my legs.

The servant opened the door for me. I entered and saw the girl sitting on a chair with her hands and feet bound. Her long hair was in disarray, some sticking to her wet forehead.

'Damn! She looks sexy.'

"Apologies, we had to tie her up, Alpha Ace. She keeps attacking us." The servant beside me said as if I would punish him for what he did.

Of course, I wasn't going to punish them. This girl was ungrateful, so it was only fitting that she be punished.

"Leave us alone!" I ordered.

I didn't want anyone besides me and the girl in this room. We were about four meters apart. She looked at me sharply. I could even feel the intense hatred in her eyes. However, that wasn't the point. I came here to remind her of my orders.

"Let me go!" She shouted while moving her bound body. I took a breath as I lowered my gaze. Her every move could turn me on. Damn it!

I slowly approached her until I was right in front of her, only one step away. She looked up at me. Her eyes were red and wet. The hatred had burned her courage, so she was desperate to attack the servant to escape. This girl was weak but had a strong soul.

'Damn it! Why is this stirring up my desire?'

It was difficult to suppress emotions, but it was all under control.

"Silly!" I sighed. I thought a little skeptical smile would discourage her. "Do you think it's that easy to run away from me? If you were smart, you should have obeyed my orders and not acted like a fool. Listen! I've been very kind to you. Giving you enough food, decent clothes, a comfortable bed, and also... satisfaction." I saw her face turn red when she heard my last word. She was furious, and I loved it. One corner of my lips lifted even more comprehensively, and then I bent down and said in front of her face, "You should be thanking me. You're the luckiest prisoner ever to experience my prison."

"Never! Don't expect me to thank you!" she screamed.

I straightened up again. Unfortunately, this girl was very stubborn, which made me like her even more.

"Whether you like it or not, you are my slave-"

"I'm not your slave!" she snapped with emphasis.

The girl's screams provoked a smile from me. The more she rebelled, the more passionate she looked. I hated to admit this, but her every resistance felt like a spark that ignited my desire.

"Well, I tried to talk to you nicely. But it seems your head is made of the hardest stone." I took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. "I'm warning you once again, Little Wolf. Obey my orders, or I will return you to the dungeon so you can sleep with the disgusting rodents down there."

She did not take her eyes off me. Her gaze was just as sharp as it had been a while ago.

"Then take me there! I'd rather sleep with the rodents than be a slave to your lust, you bastard!" she hissed.

Her words ignited my emotions. Her current expression was the opposite of when she sighed under my body. I wouldn't be wrong. Her mouth might deny it, but her body said otherwise. No matter how hard her mouth might deny it, the soul inside her was enjoying my every touch. She was no different from me.

"Don't test me, Little Wolf! Because I don't mess with my words." I said that calmly so she wouldn't notice how much I wanted to make love to her.

"Try it! I don't mess with my words either!" She challenged me.

This time, I could no longer let her keep talking. This girl had to be taught a lesson before I completely lost control.

"Don't say I never warned you," I said while holding back a growl.

I turned around and walked away. Ben waited at the door.

"Lock her up in the rat cell, and don't give her any light until I permit you! I want to see how long she can last." I ordered.