Chapter 5 I am Your Master

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 Amy had a long dream. In the dream, Amy is back in her home, and nothing seems to have changed. Amy was still waiting, as she always did, for her father to come home after sundown.

 Amy heard the door open, but it was not Amy's father who came in. In the dim light Amy saw a tall figure approaching her.

 The man seemed to be hiding in the shadows, and Amy could not see his face. But Amy could feel his fingers lightly caressing Amy's cheek.

 His lips were on Amy's, and his kiss was dominant and direct. Like a predator, he thrust his tongue right into Amy's mouth. At that moment Amy seemed to hear the voice of her wolf.

 It was as if her wolf were calling Amy's name from afar. Just when Amy thinks they are going to re-establish the link, her wolf disappears again.

 The man's face flashed before Amy's, and she tried to reach out and grab him. But there was a sudden pain in one part of Amy's body, and Amy could not help screaming. When Amy tried to find the man again, he was gone.

 It was as if the man had flung Amy into a forest of mist, and he had left her to wander alone. As loneliness sets in, Amy realizes she has never been home.

 Amy's home, Amy's tribe, was long gone. When Amy looked back, there was nothing behind her.

 "No." Amy woke up screaming.

 Amy looked around and realized that she was in a strange and luxurious room. Amy could not remember where she was, as though her brain had lost its memory.

 "Are you awake?"

 The low, magnetic voice of a man sounded like a nightmare in Amy's ears, and she blinked several times before she could get a full view of the world before her.

 A strange man in a gray shirt was sitting in front of Amy. The man was a big man, and even in his chair you could tell that he was taller than the average. He's about the size of a professional rugby player, but he looks more like a special forces soldier in a movie peacekeeping force.

 As the man scrutinized Amy with those sparkling green eyes, an unaccountable sense of oppression came upon her.

 The man had a perfectly square jaw and full lips, high cheekbones, and a broad forehead. His silver hair was thick and curly. He was like a statue of God, and Amy swore he was the handsomest man she ever saw.

 The man's long fingers were holding a glass filled with a yellow liquid.

 "Where is this?" Amy shrank back, her mind still a blur.

 "I'm Alpha Gavin , and this is my pack," Alpha Gavin casually shook the glass in his hand, his gaze falling on Amy's body, "As for you, you belong to me."

 Amy slowly regained consciousness, and little by little memories began to fill Amy's mind. Auction night, mystery buyer, manor house.

 Amy freezes, so the man in front of her is Alpha Gavin . He was the one who bought Amy. Wait a minute, he's not the ugly guy he's been rumored to be, on the contrary, he has a calm and unique charm that no other man has.

 Did Alpha Gavin save her?

 Amy smelled the strange scent that came from him.

 "I'm sorry, Master." Amy whispered.

 "Sorry for what?" He looked Amy up and down with those deep green eyes.

 "Everything." Amy did not know what to say to him other than sorry, and Amy did not want Alpha Gavin to think that she had gotten him into trouble on her first day.

 Amy knew full well that Tyler would blame Amy for the violent incident.

 Alpha's stepson would not be punished; the slave would.

 "It's not your fault." He said, taking a sip from his glass, "I know Tyler's character well. I believe he started all of this."

 Alpha Gavin did not blame Amy, which surprised Amy. It seemed that he was not the same man as the brutal Alpha Gavin he had been told he was.

 "Thank you for saving me." Amy said softly.

 Alpha Gavin looked at Amy, then finished his glass in one gulp. Amy then heard a small clink as the glass touched the table.

 Alpha Gavin rose from the couch before Amy like a wall.

 Alpha Gavin 's body blocked the light behind him, and Amy glanced up at him. He stared down at Amy for a few seconds.

 "I've read your profile." He said, "You're from the Purple star pack, and it's rumored that the female wolves of your pack reproduce better than the others."

 Amy did not understand what Alpha Gavin meant when he said that, so she had no choice but to remain silent.

 "Did you go to the hospital today?"

 Amy nodded. Is this his plan?

 "You're special." He spoke as if to himself.

 Amy's hands clutched the sheets. If Alpha Gavin wanted to do something to Amy, she would not be able to resist.

 Alpha Gavin took a step closer to Amy, then cupped her chin in one hand so that she looked straight at him.

 Gosh, Alpha Gavin 's hands are full of power. He could have snapped Amy's neck with one hand.

 "That must have been painful." He looked into Amy's face, "From the daughter of the Alpha to the lowest slave. Tell me, have you ever thought about suicide?"

 Suicide? No.

 Susan gives her life to protect Amy. She was the one who told Amy to stay alive, that only Amy was left in the Purple Star Pack, and that if Amy died, the Purple Star Pack would be forgotten as dust.

 Amy did not want to die, she did not want to be forgotten.

 "No!" Amy answered him.

 "If I tell you, I can give you your freedom. Do you want it?"

 "What?" Amy froze; he had only said that he would give her her freedom, had he not?

 "Answer me."

 "Yes." Amy did not look as if he were joking.

 "Then let's make a deal." Alpha Gavin resumed his seat on the couch. He rested one hand on the couch, and with the other he wiggled his fingers, beckoning Amy to come over.

 Amy gets out of bed, walks over to Alpha Gavin and, with his permission, sits down on the couch. Alpha Gavin turned to look Amy over and spoke to her in a complimentary tone.

 "Look at you. You are such a little beauty. You have the perfect face of an angel and the delicate skin of a rose petal." Alpha Gavin reached his hand up to Amy's ear and he tenderly stroked Amy's hair, "I like your soft brown hair."

 Amy shivered a little, and her breathing became rapid. What was he going to do with her? Amy is too scared to reject Alpha Gavin outright while his touch continues.

 Alpha Gavin 's fingers slid down Amy's cheek as if they were touching something new, then rested on Amy's collarbone.

 Alpha Gavin 's hand rested lightly on Amy's collarbone and Amy shuddered. Then he frowned a little.

 "But you're too skinny. As a surrogate, you need to gain weight."

 "What?" Amy was shocked.

 "You didn't think I paid a million dollars for you to come back here just to sweep the floors, did you?"He sneered.