Chapter 146: Who Is He

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Chapter 146: Who Is HeOlivia's POV Searᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. They shoved me into the back seat of a car, separate from the one my mysterious buyer was in. As the car sped off, I couldn't help but panic, filled with fear and questions. Who was this mysterious buyer? Why would he spend so much money on me? But what frightened me even more was what he intended to do with me. Was he buying me to be his sex slave? No! I shook my head. No man in his right mind would pay a million dollars just for that. Deep down, I felt he had another purpose for me, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. The car drove for what felt like hours. I had no idea where we were headed—the windows were tinted too dark to see anything clearly. All I could do was sit there, tired and helpless, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I frowned as a thought came to my mind. Were we still in London? I glanced around as best as I could, trying to read any signs, any clues. The car slowed, pulling through tall iron gates, and I caught a glimpse of a massive building up ahead. A mansion. Huge, old, and surrounded by high stone walls and thick trees. The kind of place that looked like it belonged to royalty. The vehicle rolled to a stop, and the door flung open. Two guards reached in to pull me out, rough hands grabbing my arms—but a deep voice cut through the air. "Don't touch It was him. The man who bought me. Instantly, the guards released me and stepped back. My breath hitched. Why didn't he want them to grab me? My eyes met his, but he simply stared at me and walked away. "Escort her in," he said to his men. I swallowed hard as the men led me. I followed this mysterious buyer into the building. As we entered, I realized he had servants; his mansion wasn't as big as the full moon pack house, but one could tell this man was wealthy by the intricate designs of the rooms. My heart raced faster as I followed him upstairs. I began to panic as I didn't know what was happening. Was he going to sleep with me? Was that it? Would I lose my virginity to this man? I didn't even know him, nor did I like him, and I certainly didn't have a choice. He led me up a wide staircase without saying a word, his pace calm, unhurried—as if this were all just routine. My heart pounded louder with each step, fear clawing its way up my throat. I didn't know what was waiting for me at the top, but my instincts screamed that nothing good would come of it. At the end of the hallway, he pushed open a large double door and walked in. I hesitated at the threshold, but one of the guards gave me a light shove forward. "In," the man said, not even turning to look at me. I stepped into the room. His chamber. It was elegant but cold. The lighting dim, the walls a deep charcoal, and the furniture expensive—minimalist, masculine. "Leave us," he said quietly. At once, the guards turned and shut the door behind them, sealing me in. He walked toward a side table and poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air. He took a slow sip, finally turning his gaze on me. He was older—definitely in his late thirties. Handsome, in a cold, cruel sort of way. His face was sharp, his eyes alluring. But there was no warmth in them. I couldn't help but stare. "Why did you buy me?" I asked softly, though I hated how my voice shook. He didn't answer right away. He took another sip and then set the glass down with a soft clink. "Because you fit my plan," he said simply. The words made my stomach flip, and not in a good way. I felt sick. "I don't understand," I forced out, taking a step back. He walked toward me slowly, like a man who had all the time in the world. His presence filled the room, suffocating and intense. His gaze slid over me like ice water, and I fought the shiver crawling down my spine. "Because today is the full moon," he said, stopping just in front of me. "And I know you'll be in heat tonight." My heart dropped. "No…" I whispered, shaking my head. "You bought me… just for that?" His lips twitched—maybe a smirk, maybe just annoyance. "I didn't spend a million dollars for nothing, darling." I froze at the name he called me. "I need a son," he said flatly. "One heir. That's all. You give me that, and I'll let you go." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My knees felt weak. "I—No. You can't just—" "I can," he interrupted, his voice calm, firm, terrifying. "And I will." I stared at him, my mouth open, chest rising and falling too fast. "My maid will prepare you," he added as he turned away from me, picking up his drink again. I blinked. "Prepare me?" He looked at me over his shoulder. "You belong to me now. And I'm fucking you tonight." I gasped, stumbling back a step. A cold wave of panic hit me. My fists clenched at my sides as I tried to breathe, tried to stop my whole body from trembling. I thought of something—anything to say. Should I tell him I'm the mate to the Alphas of the Full Moon Pack? Would that save me? I wanted to open my mouth to say it, but I remembered the warning. She told me never to tell anyone that… because if I do, they will use me as a weapon to get to the triplets, and I didn't want that. After everything, I still cared about them, even in this state I was thinking of their well-being. Suddenly, a knock came on the door, and he ordered the person in. The door pushed open, revealing two ladies dressed in uniforms. "Alpha, you sent for us," they said with a bow. I gulped when I realized my mysterious buyer was also an Alpha. But who was he? Which pack did he lead? Why hadn't I ever seen his face before? Was he from one of the hidden territories? A rogue leader with influence? And what country are we in? I'm sure we are not in London. My mind was spinning. He turned to the maid. "This is my guest," he said. "Help her clean up, dress her, feed her, and let her rest. I need her in my bed tonight, and I want her strong enough." His words made me feel sick. My legs felt weak, and I held on to the table beside me to stop from falling. I wanted to cry, scream, fight—but I couldn't move. "Yes, Alpha," the maids said in unison. One of the maids stepped toward me gently. "Please, come with us," she said, sounding friendly. I backed up a step instinctively. "I'm not going anywhere." The Alpha—my buyer—glanced at me then, eyes narrowing just slightly. "I won't say it twice, darling," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Do not make this more difficult for yourself." I stared at him for a long second, my hands trembling. I wanted to tell him who I truly was, that I belonged to the Alphas of the Snow Moon Pack, that they would come for me—that I wasn't just anyone. But I remembered the warning. I didn't even know the name of the girl who told me that in the holding chamber… but her words haunt me now. I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes. Even now, even after everything, I still cared. I didn't want to be the reason Louis, Lennox, or Levi suffered. I didn't want them walking into a trap for me. So I said nothing. I let the maids come to me, gently guiding me out of the Alpha's chamber, my body numb, my thoughts spiraling. As they led me down the hallway, I looked back once. He was still standing there, watching me, a glass in his hand, his eyes filled with possession and desire for me.

Chapter 146: Who Is He

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