Chapter 3 Be My Mistress

Olivia stared at him in shock.

Alexander Clark.

Aria's fiancé. The future Alpha of Clark Wolfpack. The eldest son of Alpha Joseph Clark.

In her past life, after Alexander became Alpha, he led Clark Wolfpack to dominate the entire continent, both north and south. The Alpha Committee Chairman? Just his puppet.

She'd heard countless rumors about him.

Cruel. Bloodthirsty. Lustful.

Yet, strangely... he never kept mistresses.

In the previous life, Alexander never seemed to love Aria, but he respected her, granting her an unmatched status.

"Future Alpha Alexander," Olivia's heart trembled slightly.

The last thing she wanted was to provoke Alexander into killing her.

Alexander crossed his legs, leaning back casually. "Since you know who I am, don't defy me. Light my cigar."

Olivia quickly grabbed the matchbox, striking a match and cupping the tiny flame with both hands.

The soft glow reflected against her pale fingers, and for a fleeting moment, Alexander had the absurd urge to bite her.

A strange itch settled deep in his chest. His wolf stirred restlessly.

He leaned forward to light his cigar, but at the last second, his lips brushed against her wrist instead. A fleeting kiss.

The cigar slipped from his mouth, landing softly in her palm.

Startled, Olivia gasped, the match burning out as it dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry- I'll pick it up," she said quickly.

The cigar had rolled under the coffee table. Olivia knelt down, reaching to retrieve it.

As she stretched forward, the hem of her dress tightened at her waist, highlighting how impossibly slender she was.

Her chest pressed downward, the curve distracting enough to make Alexander's throat tighten.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Before she could stand, a heavy weight pressed against her back.

She froze.

Alexander's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap effortlessly, one arm crossing over her chest in an almost possessive hold.

Olivia's breath caught.

Without a word, he lifted her, taking his time as his hands roamed- touching every place they shouldn't.

By the time he set her down, he was more than satisfied.

Exactly as he imagined- slim where it counted, but full and soft where it mattered.

He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her cheek.

"Be my mistress for three months. I'll secure your husband a position in Clark Wolfpack."

Olivia's eyes flashed with anger. "You bastard! He'd never agree to that."

Tears welled in her eyes, making them glisten under the dim light. The sight of her- so fierce yet fragile- made Alexander itch to pin her down, to strip her bare and watch her cry.

The thought alone had his wolf growling, his entire body ignited with heat.

With a careless smirk, Alexander shifted his hips, pressing against her.

Olivia paled.

"Olivia," his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "I don't force anyone. There are plenty of women willing to warm my bed. Talk it over with your husband. If he agrees... have him send you to me personally."

Her body shook with fury. "You're despicable."

Alexander's hand traced slow, deliberate circles along her lower back.

"In a few days, I'll find new entertainment. Even if you beg, I won't touch you by then."

He released her with an infuriating smirk.

"You're getting engaged!" Olivia snapped, fists clenched. "I'm your fiancée's sister."

Alexander chuckled, completely unfazed.

"That's why you shouldn't worry. I won't keep you. Once I'm done, you'll go right back to your husband."

There wasn't an ounce of shame in his voice- if anything, the sheer audacity seemed to thrill him.

Olivia stood trembling, unable to hide the rage boiling beneath her skin.

Alexander didn't linger. He strolled out, leaving her standing there alone, heart racing and mind reeling.

Later that evening, an Omega entered with paper and ink.

"Future Alpha requests the prescription for his headache," the Omega said softly.

Olivia wrote it without a word.

Before the Omega left, Olivia tugged at her sleeve.

"When can I leave?"

The Omega lowered her eyes.

"He didn't say."

"Please," Olivia whispered, slipping a gold bracelet into the Omega's hand. "Ask for me."

The Omega hesitated, but eventually nodded. "I'll try."

By nightfall, the Omega returned with dinner.

"I asked," she said quietly. "Future Alpha said once he's taken the medicine and feels fine, you'll be released."

For the next three days, Olivia remained in the villa.

Alexander came back every evening... but never set foot upstairs.

She knew nothing about what was happening outside. The uncertainty was unbearable.

On the fourth day, Alexander came upstairs.