Chapter 4 Alternate Timeline

I gasp when my brain realizes it's his doing. Being stubborn, the teachers have shown me what is called suffering. Werewolves have the power to bend your mind into seeing a false reality, and that's what this madman has done.

I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me with his own words: "You remain very tough for a specie in the lowest rank." He insults with his lips twitching to the side.

Obviously, he's a maniac who derives happiness from my discomfort. I look around and see that I'm inside a fancy room. To be honest, I haven't seen anything as beautiful as this before in my life.

"And you haven't answered my question." He brought me back to the reality that he's here, and all I saw earlier was nothing but a play.

"I did not know you asked one."

"You know who I am, do you not?"

"If by now you think I value my life, you are mistaken."

"And it is what draws me to you. It gets boring when you don't have a challenge, and for that, I have bought you. Now, before I talk better about it, you must change into something," he says, picking at my dress like it is filth. Actually, it is, but I am wearing it. He ought to respect that.

And now that he mentions my clothes, I notice he is wearing a robe. I couldn't help but poke at his bare chest. He's very alluring for a human being. He looks too perfect, as though he is a 3D creature or something out of one's imagination. I shook my head when I caught him staring into my eyes.

"For a human girl who acts tough, you recognize beauty." He tells me, and I scoff.

If anything, he is an ugly monster. I roll my eyes.

"You are right."

"Get out of my head!" I yell at him and create space between us. My head rakes into my dark blonde hair.

"Oh, don't fight it, love. Would you like to see all of me?" While he teases, I close my eyes and pretend I have some powers that can send this psycho away, but that's a lie.

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at him until my voice caught in my throat. He's fully naked in front of me, and I scoff in amazement.

For a second, I couldn't move, amused and astounded by his body. He's unrealistic. His pecs, eight packs, and V-line are enough to make me breathless. My tongue salivates at the sight of what's in between his legs. I can guess it to be about eight to nine inches with the girth. Oh, boy, he is indeed a psycho.

"An endowed one, you'd say?" I cannot believe this is real. He takes one step closer and uses his hand to flip his cock.

"Jesus," subconsciously, I say aloud and rush into the closet. I close the door behind me and hear his chuckling haunt me.

Sliding down the door frame, I shake my head to forget the image of his flipping dick and its effect on me for unknown reasons.

"Don't run away from what you want, baby." I hear his voice from outside. I try my best to disregard it.

Why is he haunting and toying with me when he could just kill me and get another human who would want to do his bidding?

"Oh, I see the game you want to play now." It's the glory hole game, isn't it?" He snickers at his own humor.

"Stick your dick in here, and I'll bite it off!" I take a deep breath and continue, "So, I'd rather advise you to fuck off and find somewhere else to do your sh*t." Finishing speaking, I hear no sound from the other side.

Daciana." The sound of my own name in my head terrifies me for a second.

"Get out of my head," I think. He'd rather not.

"Get dressed and come out." He orders, and my body does as he wants. A few minutes later, I have put on a blue gown that streams down my body, stopping around my knees, and walk outside.

He is fully dressed up, too, as decent as his sadistic self can be. He lies on the bed with his eyes narrowed and darkened at me, as though he must swallow me at any chance he sees.

"Come here," he commands, still inside my head.

I sit on his thighs, subconsciously feeling their strength. He grins. Goodness, can a girl not have her privacy?

"Ana," he calls, and all my train of thought vanishes. "You will join me for this lunch. You must comply with whatever I say. You must obey your etiquette, including not talking or objecting. You have no rights. Should you not follow this, I could make you trip like a frog." His voice is soothing, whispered into my hearing.

I nod my head like the good girl that I am not. I must say he's persistent. He knows I will not comply, so he has rather commanded my body to follow those instructions he left down.

"And do not glare at me. Are you even trained at the academy by me?" He huffs amusingly.

In the next minute, we are walking down the hallway to the dining room. I am a step behind him, and he's watching me through the corners of his eyes, and I am like a perfect slave right now.