I was lost for words while trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

"He is freaking naked," I gasped internally, my eyes almost bulging out of the socket.

"You!" he growled like he was staring at a disgusting sight. Before I couldn't say a word, the lights went off. We were both standing in the darkness, but wolves are blessed with night vision. But seems like a curse right now.

I quickly snapped out of it, and grabbing the bathing robe hanging at the corner, I maneuvered my way out of the bathroom. While he stared, I didn't so much as glance in his direction.

I sat on the bed breathing heavily, but the moment I heard him squeeze the door handle, I dashed out of the room.

I don't think I can handle another breath-stopping episode again. Pressing my back to the door, I was working on steadying my racing heart.

My wolf fighting to take control, but I wouldn't let it. The last thing I want is a repeat of the episode at the alley.

I heard his footsteps heading towards the door.

And I grabbed the handle.

"What are you doing?" I heard his deep voice from the other end of the door.

I didn't think I could face him yet, and I didn't want to piss him off either. But I was doing a bad job on the latter.

I was still holding the door handle when I felt someone touch me from behind.

I gasped and turned around frantically to see a slender-looking lady standing behind me; my brows furrowed the moment I smelled Mr. Reed's scent on her.

My wolf growled. I was still trying to figure things out. Mr. Reed walked out; he was loosely tying a white towel. His chest was bare, tanned, hot, and enticing.

"What are you still doing here?" He blurted out,

"Kane, Come on, it wouldn't kill you to have some fun," the slender lady said, grabbing his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"No! Snap her head," I heard my wolf growl, but I knew better than to charge at her.

"Why did he let her touch him like that?" I whispered under my breath.

"Please..... It's my birthday, for me, please..." She made baby faces at him.

"Your majesty, dinner is served," Ana announced, bowing her head before she turned to leave.

"Ana, what was she doing in my bathroom?" He pointed at me.

I felt my stomach churn in disgust; he didn't just refer to me as she.

"She..." Ana stuttered.

"You didn't!" He scowled and hurriedly went inside, pulled open the door to the walk-in closet to see my bag stacked in the corner.

"You asked me to show her to a room. I thought as your mate, it's only ideal you stay toget..…"

"Ana!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I will get it done...." She stammered and hurriedly went inside to get my bags.

I stood there watching the entire drama, my hands clenched into a fist. I wanted to punch him, but what did I expect from my so-called mate?

He tried killing me the very minute he realized who I was.

The slender lady gave me a condescending look, grinning as she walked past me, entering the room the minute Ana stepped out with the last bag.

He walked back inside, not sparing me a glance as he shut the door.

"Luna, let me show you to your room," Ana smiled at me.

I wanted to bite her head off for calling me Luna but decided to let it go.

I headed into the room next to Mr. Reed's; it wasn't as luxurious as the first room, but compared to my room at my apartment, it was beautiful.

Ana stacked up my bags in the wardrobe while I sat on the bed.

"Luna, you should come out for dinner...."

"I'm fine, Ana. I want to rest now." I quickly cut her off. To think she would even suggest I eat with Kane and his whore—is she that clueless, or does she just want to get on my nerves?

I lay on the bed fuming with anger when I heard them leaving the penthouse.

I couldn't help but imagine the two backed into a corner, tearing at each other's clothes.

I kept on tossing and turning on the bed, till I dozed off.

* * *

I woke up the next morning with bags under my eyes; I looked more like a ghost than an actual human being.

They must have slept out because I didn't hear them get in yesterday.

I didn't want to spend another second in here, or I might lose my senses. To think that whore locked me in here only to go frolicking with his slut.

I hurriedly brushed, took my bath, and picked out a dress from the wardrobe.

Did a light makeup to cover up the evidence of staying awake half of the night?

Picking out a bag and shoes to match, I dashed out of the room. I saw Ana in the kitchen cooking. I glanced at the entrance door, and it was slightly ajar.

"Good morning Lu..…" The words caught up in her mouth the moment she noticed I was all dressed up. Sneaking past the door.

I ignored her and made my way out, I quickly stabbed the elevator button.

"No...No," she screamed, heading towards me.

The door swishes open, and I hurriedly step inside. I stab it one more time, and it swishes closed before she can get to me.

I sighed in relief. I wasn't going to spend another minute with that whore. To think he was my first kiss. Made me sick in my stomach.

Immediately the elevator chimed, the door pulled open, and that whore was standing in front of the elevator.

I couldn't move; the smirk on his face sent chills down my spine.

"Going somewhere?" he asked with amusement on his face. He slowly walked into the elevator and pressed the button, the door sealed shut.

"I...I"

"Why do you continue to defy me?"

My heart skipped a beat, wondering if this would be my end. I grabbed the dress I was wearing. While putting on a bold face to mask my fear.

Immediately we were back in the penthouse. We met Ana on the floor, bawling her eyes out. I guess she understands her fate since she lost me. I felt guilty for making her cry, but I had to get away from him.

She jerked off the floor at the sight of me and Mr. Reed.

"Ah....."

"Follow me," he spat out, ignoring Ana.

He pulled open the door of his study, and I quickly followed him in.

He didn't offer me a seat, and I didn't bother sitting either.

He picked up a file on the desk and a pen.

"Sign this," he said, placing the file on the table. Without being told, I knew it was the damned contract again. There is no running from this hellhole if I sign that.

But if I should stay, it will be on my terms, not his.

"I get to keep working."

"What?"

"If you get to keep your whores, I get to keep working," I spat out, looking him dead in the eyes.

He smirked, came closer, and ran his fingers through my hair, taking in my scent.

"Jealous much?" I could swear he was enjoying my misery. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction he craves.

"You wish, no touching; you should include that in the contract too."

He smiled and grabbing the paper, he tore it in half and tossed it in the waste bin.

"Sit," he said, firing on the laptop to make some adjustments.

"I'm fine," I said, struggling to keep a bold face.

Within a couple of minutes, he was done and printed out the new contract.

I went through it, and satisfied, I signed it.

" Since we are done, I should return to work now." I turned almost immediately, clutching my bag tightly, fighting hard not to crash.

"Only if you have a job to return to." I stopped in my tracks the moment I heard him.

"What? thought you were fired yesterday." He walked casually to the chair to sit.

That was when it hit me: I came up here because that bastard fired me.

"Shit!" I forgot about it; I should have included that in the contract before Isigned it.

"He played me," I whispered to myself.

But I wasn't going to back down now.

"You can fix it, if you want to," I reminded him.

"If I want to..." I knew what this whore was playing at. He gave in knowing I had no job to get back to, but I won't give in yet, not without a fight.

"Fine, I guess I have to go hunting for a new job. I wonder which of your enemies I would run into." I made a sad face and left.

When he didn't call me back, I felt defeated, although I was still proud of myself for standing up to him, even when I was scared. But I lost in the end.

I decided to go back to the office to clear my desk and say goodbye to my colleagues.

Immediately I stepped inside the office, I heard voices at Mark's office, then the door was pushed open and two security staff were dragging Mark out of the office with the hotel manager standing at the corner.

In a matter of minutes, they cleared out his desk. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when the hotel manager handed me a letter. While apologizing for any inconveniences caused before leaving.

I tore the envelope open, and the moment my eyes rested on the content of the letter, I froze.

My body was all shaky, and my mind was blank for a second, but the sound of my phone notification brought me back to reality.

My brows furrowed while I fumbled with my bag in search of it. I was shocked when I brought out my phone from the bag.

I stared at it for some seconds, wondering how it made its way into my bag.

"Bastard, you got what you wanted," I cursed. I didn't even know when he returned the phone.

"Hold on, the screen." I can't believe he fixed the screen. I remembered the phone was broken in more places than I can count. For a second I was grateful to him for saving me some cash.

But when I recalled that the screen broke thanks to him, I quickly snapped out of it.

I opened the message that came earlier, and I was shocked to see it was from Kane.

"Speak of the devil," I whispered.

"How do you like your new job?" I read the text out loud.

I was loss for words, glancing from the phone to the promotion letter I had been holding the entire time. I hurriedly went into my supposed new office; I had no idea how to feel about the whole situation.

For a second I felt sorry for Mark, but when I remembered how he unjustly fired me, every shred of pity and guilt I felt disappeared.

I guess this is what it felt like to have friends in high places.

I sat on the chair smiling from ear to ear and swirled around happily.

"He listens," I whispered to myself. I picked up my phone to type an appreciation text but didn't know how to start. I don't want to come off like an ass-licker, but I also didn't want to be branded ungrateful either.

"This was you're doing?" I texted, pretending I didn't understand his message.

"Who did you think did it? Karma? I didn't want that pig anywhere near you; now we're even."

I didn't know what to make of it; I just wanted my old job back. He didn't have to fire Mark to give it back.

"What does he mean by being even, He can't be into me?" I whispered but immediately shoved the thought out. It sounded crazy; How could he, when he was just getting back from his exhausting night out with his slut.

I spent the whole day moving into my new office as the new supervisor. By the time I was done, it was break time.

I was already exhausted and collapsed into the chair to catch my breath.

I can't believe none of my colleagues would help me. I know I'm the freak sleep concierge, thanks to my gloved hands, but I had never imagined I would suddenly be hated.

I heard them whispering behind my back a couple of times as I came to pick up a few things, but I decided to play dumb. Besides, they are the least of my problems.

"I need the money," I chanted a few times. I mean, money is the only emotional booster I can relate to right now.

My phone chimed, the moment I saw the message on the screen, I gasped and jerked off the chair.

"No, no, no!" I screamed, picking up my bag and phone. I dashed off from the office. I ran to the unit entrance door; luckily, he wasn't there yet.

I have suffered enough gossip and backlash for one day; having him visit me at my office to congratulate me would blow things out of proportion.

"The almighty Kane Reed, never," I whispered as I hurried down the hall, hoping to catch up with him somewhere secluded and stop him. Immediately I took the next turn, down the hallway. Close to the elevator, I saw him standing by himself.

I sighed in relief and moved closer only to find someone else standing at the corner with both hands held together. I dodged, praying he didn't see me.

Mr. Reed was wearing a button-up black shirt that could barely contain his well-defined muscles and a pair of black trousers to go with it.

On a closer look, I noticed the person he was speaking with was Kris Tanner, the hotel manager, Mark's son. My heart skipped a beat.

I texted him to meet me out front, away from the prying eyes of the hotel manager and my colleagues.

He read the text and ignored me. Before I knew what was happening, he was heading towards me with the hotel manager walking behind him. I made to walk away but he caught up quickly.

"There you are," he smiled at me.

"Hi, Mr. Reed." I forced a smile and turned to Kris, who was staring at me confused.

"Mr. Tanner, good day," I greeted, praying he didn't remember me, but how could he not? I mean, I'm the reason his father was fired.

"I should introduce you. Meet my fiancée, Miss Anabella Stone." I turned almost immediately to glare at him, shocked to my bones.

"I... It's a pleasure to meet you." I was transfixed to the spot, unable to say a word. I clenched my fist, fighting the urge to punch him across his face, but that would be suicide.

"Please do take care of her," Kane said to Kris. I turned to face Kris, still faking a smile.

"We should get going, honey," Kane said to me, fondly placing a hand on my back. I wanted to yank myself away from him, but I didn't want to cause a scene.

Immediately when we were outside, I moved away from him.

"Go where? We didn't agree to go anywhere," I reminded him.

He held open the SUV door parked right in the alley.

"Get in," he ordered, his two-colored eyes shimmering. Of course, there he is, the psycho that I know.

"We didn't talk...."

"Remember the contract you signed: you go where I ask you to, no questions asked," he recited it like some poem.

"Bastard," I cursed under my breath. It was barely a few hours, and he was milking it already.

"What was the penalty fee again, two million..."

"Fine, I will get in!" Cutting him off, I quickly got into the car, cursing him internally as the driver sped off. I was in a dilemma the whole time, wondering where he was taking me. We drove for hours nonstop until I dozed off.

* * *

I was slowly gaining consciousness when flashes of memories hit me. It was Kane smiling at someone.

The loud music was deafening, but it was soon cut off, and everything was swallowed by darkness; then an image of a man lying unconscious on the bed hit me.

I shrieked, and my eyes flew open, only to be staring into his eyes.

I was startled the moment I noticed I was in his arms, he was carrying me bridal style. I jumped off his hands; that would explain the vision—his bare hands must have touched my bare legs.

He ignored me, moved close to the wardrobe, and began to unbutton his shirt. It was dark outside already. So I couldn't see much.

"Where are we?" I asked him looking around.

"My Pack"

"What? Celestial Pack?" I shrieked out wide-eyed. It was my first time visiting a pack house.

I didn't know how to react to the news.

He glanced at me before taking off his trousers.

"Ana must have filled you in." He arched his brow.

"You should rest; you will be presented to the elders tomorrow," he announced while he snuck into the sheets. And closed his eyes.

The thought of meeting the pack elders drove me crazy; I barely got a wink last night and couldn't eat more than three bites at breakfast.

I had no idea what to expect or how to even fucking behave; it kept my mind occupied the entire time.

"Here, wear this." He threw a dress at me. I caught it midair. Then glared at him.

"You should have told me," I snapped at him, damning the consequences.

He arched a brow and turned to glance at me; he chuckled and then continued with whatever he was doing.

"I should, but I didn't."

I slowly raised my hand to smack him from behind, but the images of him choking me out deterred me.

"What do I do..." Before I could finish, he quickly covered the space between us and placed both his hands on my cheeks.

"You do nothing, just hide behind me, and you will be fine." He stared into my eyes; for a second I could swear I saw something shift, something not primal, but he quickly masked it before I could put my finger to it.

My cheeks burned red and tingled; I could feel the mate bond grow stronger. Images of our mouths fused in that alley flashed before my eyes.

"What are you thinking?" His deep voice startled me, and I quickly scurried away to the corner. He chuckled and then went back to what he was doing.

"Mmmhmm" I quickly cleared my throat, placed a hand on my red cheeks, and smiled.

"Hold on, I didn't see anything." I turned abruptly to face him; he just touched my bare skin, and I didn't see any vision.

"What does it mean?" I asked myself, lost in my thoughts.

"Hurry, we shouldn't keep them waiting for long." His voice brought me back to reality.

I immediately grabbed the dress. I hated the idea of sharing a room with him, but I guess he wanted to paint a picture of us being together.

I went into the bathroom, and a few minutes later I was done. Immediately the dress touched my skin, and images of the mall where he bought it flashed before my eyes.

But something was strange; the voice I heard and the hand that took the bag from the cashier weren't his but a female voice.

I felt uncomfortable wearing it, but I didn't have much of a choice.

I stepped out of the bathroom to see him all dressed up and ready to leave; the moment he saw me, his lips curled up in a smile.

But I ignored him, backing him. I fixed my contact to mask my purple eyes, although my scalp is now itchy from the wig I had been wearing for days. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and was about to fold the rest of the hair when I felt someone behind me. I turned almost immediately to see him.

"Leave your hair down; I don't want anyone glaring at your neck."

"What?" confused at his words.

"We should head out; we have a long day," he said, slightly pulling out his arm for me to hold onto.

He was going to act the role to the very end, I didn't have any idea how good he was at acting; I mean, he deserves an Emmy Award.

But that was the least of my problems right now. I grabbed his arm, and without sparing me a look, he headed to the door.

The packhouse was beautiful, more beautiful than I had expected.

But something felt odd; the way they stared at us each time we walked by, like they saw something out of the ordinary, and the whispers were gradually getting on my nerves. It followed us like a haunting ghost. Before I could voice out my concern, Kane place a hand at the back of my palm.

"Don't let it get to you," he whispered into my ear. The way his breath grazed my skin sent a tickling sensation to my core. I felt my chest tighten and a hot sensation, pull up in my pussy. He was messing with me in more ways than I can count, and I hate the fact that he has that kind of effect on me.

I swallowed hard and sighed to ease the tension.

"Are you alright?" His words caught me unawares, and I had no idea how long he had observed me.

"Ye... Yeah," I stuttered.

"You look pale; are you sure?"

"Yeah, completely fine; I think it's the sun," I replied as we came to a halt in front of a door.

"Brace yourself." Two guards were standing outside the door and a six-foot man; they all bowed the moment they saw us.

He nodded in acknowledgement, and the guards opened the door while the six-foot man, whose name I later learnt was Ted, Kane's beta, followed behind us.

The room was packed, and the minute they saw us enter, everyone was silent and their gazes lingered on us.

The moment we approached them, they all stood on their feet. I was so anxious, that didn't dare make eye contact with any of them; for the love of God, my confidence was slowly slipping away.

We sat down on the throne-like chair, while Ted stood behind Kane, ready to tear anyone to shreds who dared approach him.

"Long live the alpha king!" they all chorused and sat down.

The meeting began; it was halfway into the so-called meeting that I realized that all the alphas of the seven packs were also seated in the room with us.

I became restless, wondering what would become of me, if any of them. Recognizes me as his sister. Although it doesn't make sense, I wouldn't even know I had a step siblings, if mom didn't tell me.

I was still lost in deep thought when he gently took my hand.

"I present to you, my mate, Anabella Stone," he proudly said, smiling at me. There is no backing down now. I should have thought about this before I signed that damned contract.

I smiled, and tightening my grip on his hand, I stood up.

The room was suddenly filled with whispers, and I was confused, wondering what they could be murmuring about.

But then they chorused, "Long live the Luna."

I sat back, and Ted signaled one of the guards; a few minutes later, different kind of food was wheeled in.

The tables before us were filled with different delicacies and wines.

But I wasn't hungry; I was too anxious to have an appetite. I was slowly counting the time to the end of this meeting, when someone suddenly showed up beside me.

I was shocked to see the slender lady I saw back at Kane's penthouse smiling at me. I had no idea she was a wolf, how could I miss her scent.

"Hi, I'm Olivia." she said smiling but Images of her leaning her head on Kane's body while holding his arm flashed before me.

"Hi" I faked a smile.

"I see the dress looks good on you; it sure fits you better than me."

My brows furrowed. What is she talking about, does it mean Kane borrowed the dress from his slut?

"Damnit, Kane," I cursed under my breath, turning only to find his seat empty. I turned back to her, smiling awkwardly.

"I should thank you." I tried to play nice.

"No no, I have a knack for helping the underprivileged," she smiled.

My hand tightened into a fist, and my stomach churned in disgust.

"Not here," I said internally, trying to calm my nerves.

"I can't wait for the contract to be over so you can crawl back to whatever shithole you came from."

"How did you know about the contract?" I asked with shock written all over me.

"What do you think? He tells me everything." She smiled again, turning her gaze to the corner. I followed her gaze only to find Kane speaking to someone at the corner of the room.

"Olivia! I'm sorry, if my daughter said anything to upset you, Luna," Ted apologized before dragging her away.

I was at a loss wondering what the fuck was going on,

"Her daughter? Hold on she knows" before I could try to understand, someone tapped me from behind.

"Luna, I brought you a congratulatory..."

Before he could finish, I grabbed the glass of wine and drank it.

"Thank you," I sighed, cleaning my mouth with the back of my palm. He nodded, taking the glass from me and walked away.

I was about to turn my gaze back to the bitch, but I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I ignored it, hoping it would disappear, but it didn't. The pain increased, as time progressed until I could no longer bear it and before I knew it.

I was clutching my tummy and screaming out in pain, although my vision was clouded with pain, but I saw Kane running to my side before I gave in to the darkness.