Chapter 3-—A thief?!

The sky was a bright blue, with clouds as white as snow, and the air was filled with various scents—leather, coffee, freshly baked bread, and more subtle, pheromone-laden scents that belonged to her kind.

Oh my God, all of this was really happening in Camille's world; it felt like a dream.

Yes, she thought, she must be dreaming. But the warmth of the porcelain blue-and-white cup in her hands, the soft leather chair beneath her, and the creamy, sesame-topped toast in front of her, along with the coffee that was smooth yet bitter, sweet yet a little sour in her mouth—these were constant reminders that this was real.

She didn't dare to close her eyes. She kept them wide open, like a greedy little wolf cub, trying to capture everything in her sight, in her heart, and even in her stomach, which had always been so barren.

Camille, twenty years old, was born into an ordinary Omega family from the largest werewolf clan of the Red Moon Pack, with a 100% pure Omega bloodline. She had pale skin, a rare feature among Red Moon Pack werewolves, and because she occasionally did light physical labor, her small heart-shaped face always had a healthy flush. Her features weren't particularly delicate, but she had a growing, charming kind of beauty.

Without a doubt, a young Omega like Camille was sure to attract the attention of many Alphas, especially now, as the plane she was on was headed to Sunset Island, the most prosperous of the four great werewolf empires. Among the passengers, there were many noble families from the Red Moon Pack, as well as powerful werewolves from other packs. Since boarding, she had already felt many gazes lingering on her for too long.

Unlike human gazes, in the werewolf world, an Alpha's gaze was often aggressive. This instinctively made Camille tense up, her fingers tightening around her porcelain cup until her knuckles turned white.

But she ignored it. The opportunity to go on this five-day, four-night trip was a stroke of good luck—no, not luck, but part of some larger plan. She knew very well that she was merely a pawn in this game, and her true destiny might be completely rewritten on this trip.

Therefore, she ignored all the suggestive looks around her.

When the kind and gentle flight attendant came over, Camille casually asked a few questions, such as whether Sunset Island's nights were suitable for werewolf activities, and if the shells on the beach really reflected the silver moonlight as rumored.

Then, she couldn't help but check the digital camera in her bag. It was something she had borrowed with great difficulty from a senior, and she'd probably get scolded by his mother when she returned. But that didn't matter. She was going to try and witness the breathtaking natural scenery that was part of the legends and capture it on film, so she could bring it back to show the little ones at the orphanage. For those werewolf cubs who had not yet awakened, the outside world was still an unreachable dream. The thought of their excited faces made Camille smile involuntarily.

This smile caught the attention of a Beta from the Silver Moon Pack seated across the aisle. He had noticed her from the moment she accidentally bumped into him as she boarded the plane. He had decided then to try and charm this beautiful Omega.

The faint, yet sweet, scent of her pheromones confirmed her Omega identity. As a Beta, he thought it wouldn't be too difficult to win her over.

The man summoned the flight attendant and instructed her to bring Camille a special juice. However, just as the flight attendant was about to turn around, she was stopped by the group leader.

"What? They've all been sent out? Why?"

"Because the gentleman is extremely averse to flirtatious women. Those Beta and Omega flight attendants tried to attract his attention, and as a result, they upset him. He had them all removed from first class. Now, you're the only one left."

The group leader's expression was stern, his tone edged with suppressed fear. He leaned closer to the flight attendant and whispered, "So I must warn you—don't do anything foolish. If you do, you'll end up like them. This is your last chance to work on this flight."

The flight attendant gasped.

Everyone knew that the VIP in first class was the one person who should never be provoked on this flight.

To the human world, he might only be a mysterious wealthy man, but in the werewolf world, everyone knew—he was an Alpha noble from one of the four great empires. A powerful figure who could control life and death, who could flip the world with a single gesture.

The flight attendant immediately collected her thoughts and entered the VIP section, fully focused.

On the other hand, the Beta man waited for a long time but still hadn't received the juice for Camille. The flight attendants all wore serious expressions, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, which led to an argument with the flight attendants who had been dismissed.

The dispute was only briefly resolved when the plane landed.

He stood up and looked around for Camille, but her seat was already empty.

A sense of reluctance surged in him, and he hurriedly chased after her. But at the airport's exit, he saw her tiny figure disappear into the crowd in an instant.

Camille was searching for the people from the White Wolf travel group, who were supposed to be picking her up. They were the official representatives for the "Sunset Island Five-Day Tour" she had won as part of her lottery prize.

Suddenly, a shadow rushed past her, moving so fast that it almost knocked her over. She stumbled a few steps but managed to steady herself, only to find that a larger group of burly men came from the other side, knocking her to the ground.

"What the hell! Do you not watch where you're going?! How rude! Which pack are you from, to be this uncouth?" she couldn't help but shout, rubbing her sore arm as she stood up.

But—where's my camera?!

She quickly looked down, realizing that the important camera hanging on her chest was nowhere to be found!

Frantically looking around, she saw the shadow of the person who had bumped into her, now rushing toward the airport's VIP channel, holding her camera bag in hand. Behind him, a few security guards were chasing after him, but they hesitated, seemingly reluctant to take any action.

—A thief?!

Without a second thought, Camille took off after him!

"Bastard! Stop! That's my camera!!"

In the bright and spacious airport lobby, a Red Moon Pack Omega girl, full of determination, was running at full speed, targeting the thief ahead.

At the same time, in the VIP channel of the airport, a group had just emerged.

Eight imposing Alpha bodyguards, surrounding a tall man in the center, who moved with the grace of a jungle cat, exuding an aura of absolute control. His clothes were casual—beige and unremarkable—but his muscular physique could not be concealed. He wore large sunglasses, hiding a cold, sharp face except for his chiseled lips—sexy, dangerous. His short brown hair was slightly tousled, as though it had been ruffled by a similarly colored curly hand, wild yet graceful enough to make others not dare to look directly.

But what was most suffocating was the Alpha aura he radiated—extremely strong, dangerous, and impossible to ignore, even making lower-ranking werewolves lower their heads instinctively when they passed him, too afraid to breathe too loudly.

However, what was strange was that—the security guards, who had almost caught the thief, slowed down at the crucial moment, and in that hesitation, the thief easily slipped into the VIP channel!

—What were these guards worried about?

Camille didn't have time to think. Her mind was filled with curses: How useless is Sunset Island's security! It's nowhere near as good as the Silver Moon Pack!

In the Silver Moon Pack, their security could take down three armed thugs with a single weapon!

But this group of Sunset Island's security—useless!

"Bastard! Stop—!"

Camille didn't even notice that she had passed the guards and was now rushing into the VIP channel.

"Miss, wait! You can't go in there!"

Someone shouted behind her, but she didn't care!

"That's my camera! It's my lifeline!" If she lost it, she'd be skinned alive by her senior's mother! That snobbish old woman—just thinking about it made Camille furious!

At that moment— 

The thief collided with the man in the beige clothes!

The air seemed to freeze!

The eight bodyguards instantly reacted, splitting into two groups—four stood in front of the Alpha, adopting combat stances, while the other four lunged at the thief!

But—the man they were protecting suddenly raised his hand, his voice cold and low:

"Move."

The bodyguards were surprised but didn't hesitate. They immediately stepped back, standing behind him, alert.

The Alpha man stood quietly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the fallen thief.

Everything seemed to quiet down.

Even though Camille had already reached the front, panting and shouting: "Stop! Stop! Give me back my camera—!"

Finally, the Alpha's eyes landed on her.

Beneath his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed slightly, as though he were gazing down at something infinitely insignificant.

That intense gaze seemed to pierce straight into her soul.