Chapter 3

"Click." Carl locked the door, and with a sickening grin on his face, walked over to the tub, "Evelyn, my dear sister, little baby ......"

Evelyn jolted awake and covered her chest in fear, "Oh my God! How did you get in here? What are you doing, get out, get out!"

Her clothes were off, and she was now naked and helplessly hiding under the hot water. evelyn felt a wave of nausea, Carl, the shameless bastard, had come into the bathroom to harass her!

"Don't be afraid, Evelyn," Carl pulled up his long sleeves and moved closer to her with a gleam in both eyes, his eyes going back and forth over her naked body, "I'll be gentle with you."

"I am your sister!" Evelyn cried out in desperation, "Please get out, you can't be here!"

Carl, always staring at her greedily, licked his lips, "No, I'm not related to you by blood. And I don't think of you as a sister at all, you know, you're just a maid in our family ......"

Evelyn cried sadly and kept shrinking toward the corner of the tub, desperately trying to get away from the hungry demon in front of her.

"No, no! I'll tell Daddy, I'll tell him, please get out!"

"You think you have a chance to talk in front of Daddy?" Carl grinned hideously and dipped both hands into the water violently, catching Evelyn's arm, "Instead of thinking about getting him to save you, learn to please me in this last hour and I'll give you a little something."

Evelyn turned pale and struggled violently, pleading, "No, no, don't touch me!"

She was too weak to shake Carl off, and Evelyn shuddered with dry heaves as if she were being stalked by the most disgusting thing in the world.

She was dragged out of the water, the hot water rushing in the tub, and Carl stared straight at Evelyn's naked body and reached out his sinful hands to her.

"Oh, you are grown woman now," he sighed as he stripped himself naked and took a handful of Evelyn's breasts, his eyes frivolous and wicked, "you're so beautiful, Evelyn."

Evelyn closed her eyes in disgust, never imagining she was still falling into Carl's clutches, covering her face in a running plea, "Please let me go, you can't do this to me, you can't ......"

Tears kept rolling down from her eyes, and she cried and whimpered heartily.

Carl completely ignored her resistance and continued to reach out and touch Evelyn's body, Evelyn struggled frantically, pleading and pushing back with her hands, but she was too weak and all her resistance was useless.

Carl was pissed off and pulled up Evelyn's long, wet hair and scolded her, "You bitch! You're about to be sold to Damon, who will never be gentler than me. Instead of taking advantage of that brutal guy, why don't you be meek to me and I'll be kind and give you a first night you won't forget?"

"No!" Evelyn cried out, but Carl's angry rant gave her a glimmer of inspiration, "You can't touch me! You know, Damon is an unbelievably brutal Alpha, if he knew that you touched his goods, then what would he do?"

Carl's hand lurched, as if instantly sobered, and the palm of his hand gripping Evelyn's hair loosened. At that moment, a hazy call suddenly came from outside the door.

"Evelyn!" Grace called impatiently, "Damn girl, what are you dawdling about?"

Evelyn had never been more eager for Grace's arrival and shouted quickly, "I'm here, I'm in the bathroom! Please help me!"

Carl covered her mouth and pushed her into the tub. evelyn drowned in the water, choked on several large gulps of water, and coughed violently.

"Bang!" Carl grabbed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door. The bedroom was followed by Grace's scream, "Oh my God, Carl, why are you in your sister's room?"

Evelyn jumped out of the tub and took out a towel to wrap her body. What had just happened was so horrible that her legs were still shaking and she could barely stand.

"It's no big deal, I just wanted to ask Evelyn if there was anything I could do to help." Carl said.

Grace growled, "Yeah? Why the fuck did you take your clothes off? What are you doing in Ashley's house?"

"Mother, don't get too jumpy," Carl spoke in an unconcerned tone, "Evelyn is beautiful and I'm just do something that all men want to do."

Grace slammed the bathroom door and angrily questioned, "Is it true what he said?" "Evelyn, you little vixen, how dare you seduce my son!"

"I didn't seduce him!" Evelyn cried in pain, "I didn't do anything, he was the one who tried to harass my ...... We didn't have anything."

"Did you? Do you think my son would look at a slut like you?" Grace insulted viciously, "Damn, How can I put up with a woman with a evil heart like you for more than a decade?"

Grace hated her, and the fact that Carl had bullied her was misinterpreted to mean that she had seduced him. How could she seduce Carl? She felt sick at the sight of him. Just the touch of Carl's hand made Evelyn feel dirt on her skin.

"Mom!" Ashley shouted in displeasure, "What are you guys fussing about here? Daddy's urging."

Grace slapped the bathroom door in exasperation and said, "Open this fucking door, it's time for you to get the hell out of our house!"

Evelyn sobbed, covered her body with a towel, and slowly opened the bathroom door. Carl was still standing shamelessly by the door, staring at her body with greedy delusions in his eyes. Grace suppressed her anger and threw a wad of clothes into Evelyn's arms.

"Hurry up and get dressed!" She ordered, "This is all you have left, and if it gets dirty, I'll drive you down the stairs naked."

Evelyn knew Grace wasn't lying to her. She was a hard-hearted woman, she was happy to see Evelyn's being painful and humiliated, and she could really do something like this to make Evelyn look bad.

She responded in a panic, unfolding the dress in her arms, but her hand slowly stopped.

It was a very gorgeous white dress, set with countless bright diamonds. The sleeves on both sides were made of chiffon, just as beautiful as clouds. The straight-front corset had exquisite embroidery, and every stitch was glorious.

Evelyn held the dress with a lump in her throat. This was her mother's dress.

Her mother, Nina, had been the most beautiful woman in the entire wolf pack and the beloved Luna, and she had hosted many parties wearing this dress, taking little Evelyn to meet different guests. For Evelyn, seeing this dress is like seeing her long-lost mother. But Nina had been dead for too long, and she had no way to protect her daughter who was suffering.

Evelyn's heart was filled with sadness. How quickly time had passed, and she could already wear her mother's dress. The saddest thing is that she has to wear her mother's dress, which she loves the most, to meet the murderous Damon.

Is this the end of her destiny, Evelyn thought pessimistically. There was no turning back, her life was dark.

Grace stared at her grimly, like a poisonous snake.

"What are you waitting for?" Grace didn't want to give Evelyn such a beautiful, expensive dress, but she didn't have anything she could wear out of the house, and Tyrone himself asked Grace to bring Nina's old dress to Evelyn.

Evelyn looks back at the mirror and puts on the dress. The dress fit her perfectly and accentuated her small, delicate body.

Her slender legs were hidden between the white skirt, looking pure and beautiful.

Grace saw Evelyn's beauty in the dress and her heavily made-up face became even more distorted, her eyes burning with jealousy.

She smiled maliciously and said, "It's just a shame that such a beautiful Evelyn will end up being tormented to death by Damon."

Evelyn looked into the mirror in silence, brushing the seaweed-like black hair on her shoulders, her blue eyes shining with tears. No one could be more horrible than the abuse they inflicted on her, she thought in her mind, and the strange Damon made a better impression on her than the wicked stepmother stood before her.

She dried her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders and back, and raised her hand to wipe the water mist off the mirror. A beautiful girl immediately emerged from the bright mirror, her soft face covered with tear stains.

Carl stepped into the shower, his eyes roaming liberally between her legs, and said, "I'm starting to feel like it's not worth it anymore, maybe it was a mistake to let you to marry Damon. He'll fuck you for sure, what a bargain."

Grace ignored her son's nasty remark and turned her head to scold Evelyn fiercely, "Don't think you're a princess in that dress. Get a grip and pack your rags."

She glanced at her watch in annoyance.

Evelyn didn't have much to pack, and she had very little time to even get out of the house. Ashley found an old red suitcase, threw it heavily on the floor, and kicked it with her heeled foot.

"This is yours," Ashley rubbed her palms as if they touched something she loathed to the core, then barked orders at Evelyn, "Go get all your dirty clothes and old shoes in there, I don't want to be collecting junk for you when you're gone."

In this house, everyone is allowed to give orders to Evelyn and use mean words to sarcastic her.

Evelyn wiped the tears from her face, picked up the suitcase on the floor, and limped back to the stairwell. Her room was dark and small, like a dressing room, with an old walnut closet on the wall near the door, which was her pathetically small closet.

Evelyn had very few clothes, not even a single dress. She filled her suitcase with four light-colored shirts, two pairs of pants, and two pairs of socks, put on her gray high-heeled shoes, and trudged out of the stairwell where she had lived for several years.

As she walked down the long hallway leading to the living room, Evelyn could hear low voices of conversation from a distance. It was a man, not Tyrone or her disgusting stepbrother Carl, but a very unfamiliar voice.

"Where is she now?" The man asked.

"She'll be here soon." Tyrone said, "I'm sure you'll like her. There is no one who has seen that face of hers who will not like her."

There was a silence. The loud noise of the storm beat like a drumbeat on Evelyn's heart. She vaguely guessed who the person talking to Tyrone was; they had said Damon would send someone to the house tonight, so he was probably one of the BloodThristy pack.

Evelyn's heart was gripped by a wave of fear, and her steps became slower and slower. Damon's men were really here, coming to get her, and she was going to be a maid to that temperamental tyrant.

Closer and closer to the living room, she could almost see the figures on the couch. There were three of them in all, all dressed in solemn black suits, tall and strong with an icy aura.

"Evelyn, what are you doing there?" Carl suddenly burrowed out from behind her and said threateningly, "You have to give me a good performance and don't embarrass yourself in front of Beta of BloodThristy."

After saying that, he pinched her on the neck and pushed Evelyn towards the living room. Evelyn was unsteady on her feet, fluttering her arms and begging him in a low voice, "It hurts! Please don't do it to me ...... I'll walk there myself."

Carl gave a tyrannical grin, still cruelly driving her away, "Go, go!"

The commotion in the hallway drew the attention of the people in the living room. The man who was talking to Tyrone looked at them and immediately stood up, his gaze like a sword, Carl was nothing more than a straw man and quickly reined in his movements under such an intimidating stare and let go of Evelyn.

"That's her?" The man pointed to Evelyn.

"Yes, that's her." Tyrone followed suit, "I'm not lying to you, Beta Eric. Evelyn is the prettiest girl we have here."

Evelyn approached them with trepidation, and out of courtesy and fear, she fought the pain in her leg and curtsied to her guests.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Evelyn's voice trembled.

Beta Eric surveyed her, no malice in his eyes. Evelyn was slightly relieved.

"Hello, miss." Eric nodded to her, then looked to Evelyn's father, "Why does she have injuries on her body?"

Grace interjected with a thick smile, "That was all from an accidental fall. Am I right, Evelyn?"

Evelyn looked at her fearfully as her stepmother cast a warning look at her. She didn't dare defy her stepmother's wishes and was about to speak to echo her poor excuse when Eric beat her to it.

"Your girl doesn't look like she's in very good shape." Eric shook his head.

"She's fine, there's nothing wrong with her." Tyrone said decisively, afraid that Eric would veto the deal between them because he was unhappy with Evelyn's condition, "Damon once said that this wasn't about picking a bride. The deal has been made, now all you have to do is take the person away."

"But you let her come to our wolf pack as a bride." Eric said, "She's bruised and battered now, are you deliberately provoking us?"