"Let me down, Kaelen!! I'm not going back to that hell of a palace with you!! Let me go now!!", I hit his back trying to cause as much damage and hurt as possible, but he carried me back into the palace and back into my room.

He let me fall off his shoulder to the bed, and that ignited the pains I had from the fall outside.

Before I could get myself he was already exiting the room.

"Kaelen!! K..." I rushed to the door, but I wasn't fast enough. The door was shut and locked by the time I was there.

"Let me out of here, Kaelen!! I'm not going to be your puppet!! Get me out of here now!!", I cried and banged on the door, but I received no response from outside.

I couldn't let this man end me. I was going to die, but not like this. Not for a crime that my loveless father committed. Not by this devil who had no emotions whatsoever.

"Kaelen!! Get me out of this godforsaken room right now!! I'm not going to stop until you get me out!! You're never going to have peace until I'm out of here!! It's better you kill me than to keep me here!! Let me go-"

The door suddenly bursted open, and I shrieked in terror. The intimidating shadow that blocked the doorway made me quiver in fear.

He slowly pranced towards me, with a large box in his hands.

I was doomed.

He was going to torture me as punishment for my stupid actions. I didn't need anyone to tell me that. From the cold look in his eyes, I knew he was going to make me die the most miserable death in the whole werewolf realm.

Shit!

I shouldn't have attempted escape in the first fucking place!

"Kaelen... Kaelen please... I can explain...", I tried to pacify him and retreat, but he still had those dark eyes on me, slowly closing the distance between us.

"Don't come any closer, Kaelen! Stay away from me! Stay away...", My back hit the wall, and there was nowhere to go.

I begged the universe to let the ground open up so I could get out, but soon enough, Kaelen's warm breath hit my face.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe you're better off dead", he said and laid the box on the bedside drawer.

"Kaelen, please!!", I fell to my knees and began shedding desperate tears. "At least let me live!! Spare my life!!", I cried.

My pleas fell on deaf ear as he proceeded to get the box open.

This was it.

Maybe this was how I was going to finally join my mother in heaven. Maybe it was time–

He took cotton wool and what looked like a bottle of methylated spirit in his hands.

What the...

"Sit down", he ordered me.

Scared but now confused, I complied and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Stick out your left arm and show me your elbow", he instructed and I did just as he told me to. It was then I realized that I actually had bruises from the failed attempt to escape minutes ago.

It must've been the adrenaline still coursing through my veins that made the cut negligible.

How...

How was he able to notice it when I didn't?

He lowered himself. I watched as he accessed the wound before dousing the Cotton wool with some methylated spirit.

"It's going to sting a little", he said and as gently as possible, he tapped the wool over the wound.

"Argh!", I jerked involuntarily in pain as the stinging feeling became hard for me to ignore.

"Sorry", he whispered as he softly cleaned the injury until it wasn't as eyesore as it looked previously.

"Let me take a look at your knees", he said.

I slowly dragged up the linen gown. I had on and I saw some scars on both my knees.

I watched in silence as he took another handful of cotton wool, doused it with the methylated spirit and cleaned the wound.

I was more than bewildered.

How could he act so concerned after giving orders to use me as an experiment?

"I heard your instructions to that old man", I gathered the courage to utter. "Let me go back to my father, Kaelen. I don't want to be killed."

"It's too late", he sighed. "You've already given me your word that you're going to become my Luna."

"You lied to make me think that was a good offer! I would never have agreed to that if I knew you were going to use me to heal yourself."

"Well, the only way to keep your life is if you stick to your word."

I was lying if I said I understand this man. And my face carried that confusion.

"I'll make you an offer", he began calmly with his attention still on my body. "You're going to become mine - You don't have a choice about that."

The way he spoke like he already owned me surprised me.

"But I'm going to make it easier for you by divorcing you later on. To everyone else, you're the new Luna their Alpha had fallen madly in love with. But between the both of us, you're here to heal me. You'll comply with both pretending to the outside world that we're in love, and accepting any request that'll be made to remove the curse from my wolf. After that, I'll divorce you and give you a reward of 500 million dollars to go start your life afresh somewhere else."

Did I just... Did I just hear him correctly?

500 million dollars?!

Did this mission mean this much to him?

"What makes you think sticking with you is my only choice?", I stuttered.

He scoffed. "Look around you, Mirella. I'm the reason you're still alive. Your parents don't want you anymore. Nobody does. Your life basically has no meaning anymore. Now that you're still able to serve a purpose, why don't you stop being stubborn and comply?"

His harsh words dug through my chest like a sharp, double-edged knife.

He took out some bandages and carefully placed them over the injuries on my elbow and knees.

"You should get better by tomorrow morning", he said as he stood up with a sigh.

"You can change the nightie with the ones in the wardrobe."

I was too bewildered to talk.

Did he just clean my wounds, when I thought he was about to end my life?

"Get as much rest as you can. You need to be strong for our wedding tomorrow."

Wedding????

What wedding????

Chapter 7 An offer with the devil.

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