Chapter 9- Pervert

He repeated her words, his tone slow and languid, as if discussing the weather. But as he gazed into her black eyes, a pressure began to emanate from him, slow and deliberate—an innate aura of nobility and arrogance that immediately made her feel small. Yet, the stubbornness in her character pushed her to glare back defiantly.

His diamond-like, beautiful eyes flashed with an unexpected look, but then turned even colder, deeper, and more cruel, making her feel an uncontrollable, profound pressure.

Suddenly, she felt a cold sensation crawl into her body. It turned out that the crack she had heard earlier was the sound of him tearing her pink dress. A slight stinging pain, as if a devil's tongue had brushed across her skin, quickly surged to her chest and spread to her wide-open eyes. It was a mix of humiliation, unwillingness, indignation, and a trace of helpless sorrow.

"Are all the men in your Silver Moon Pack rapists? Is there no other way but to force women?"

She spat the words out in fury, twisting her body desperately, trying to free herself from the man's grasp.

His eyes slowly narrowed, a cold, hateful gleam flashing in them. But his actions came to a halt. It seemed as if he was measuring something, or perhaps contemplating how to make his prey obey, so he could taste her more fully.

She felt an even more dangerous aura brewing within him. Panic and fear caused her to lose control completely. She began to scream, desperately begging for help. Her cries faintly reached the next room, causing the guests next door to pause in confusion.

Her wrist was pressed down sharply, pain spreading throughout her body. She looked at him in shock as his lips, like those of a demon, brushed against the corner of her mouth, and he spat out cruel words: "Baby, I told you, there's no such thing as a free meal in this world. This... is the price you have to pay."

A sharp pain shot from the corner of her lips. His moist kiss slid to her neck, tracing the throbbing veins with slow, deliberate licks. It felt as though he was pondering whether to bite down or slowly suckle.

"No, no... please don't do this. I can repay you in other... other ways, just please... let me go, let me go..."

That force began to invade her entire body, irresistibly, inch by inch trying to consume her consciousness.

No matter how much she begged, the demon's movements didn't slow in the slightest. When the overwhelming pressure hit her, her wide-open pupils contracted again into pinpoints, and the fragile face that was on the verge of tears suddenly tightened with a burst of resolve.

Damn that arrogant bastard!

She turned her head sharply and bit down hard on the arm that was pinning her hands. The man raised his head, but didn't let go. She could instinctively tell that his endurance was far beyond the average man's—he had easily dodged her foolproof anti-predator trick earlier with agility and precision. So her real move was the second one. When the man lifted his head, she still hadn't let go. He had no choice but to lean in closer again—and when he did, the only thing she could still move was her head, and the sharpest weapon she had was her teeth.

"You think that'll—ugh—!"

The man hadn't expected her to suddenly turn her head and bite his nose. That high, straight nose was a clear and prominent target—easy to reach, and extremely vulnerable. He was forced to release her in order to pry her off. The moment her hands were freed, she clawed at his hair viciously. As he growled in pain, she finally managed to free one leg—then kicked with all her strength.

A dull roar sounded, followed by the clatter of furniture crashing to the floor. The door suddenly flew open, and the disheveled woman, ignoring the blinding hallway light, bolted out.

The Beta stationed outside the door had gone fully on alert the moment he heard strange noises from inside. However, there were already two Betas in the room, and they weren't the least bit worried—after all, how could a fragile little woman from the Red Moon Pack possibly hurt an Alpha? They were very sure of that.

So sure, in fact, that when Camille threw herself toward the door with everything she had, they were just a beat too slow. Her small body slipped past them in a flash. The door hadn't been properly latched—it swung open, and she was gone. The Beta outside instantly dispatched two men to give chase.

Inside the room, the man who had just picked himself off the ground let out a low curse. The sleek watch on his wrist suddenly lit up with a blinding red glow. His face, still simmering with rage a second ago, turned icy and brooding as he gave a crisp order: 

"Call them back. The target has appeared."

One of the Betas inside rushed out with a communicator to retrieve the two who had gone after Camille. When the pair returned to the now brightly lit room, they lowered their eyes in embarrassment under the suffocating, predatory aura radiating from the Alpha.

"The tracking team has found signs of Brandon..."

The man immediately shifted into action, sharp and decisive. He took the black leather jacket handed to him by a Beta, put it on, and strode toward the door.

Just before he stepped out, he paused in front of a nearby full-length mirror. Leaning closer, he reached up and lightly touched the spot on his nose where she had bitten him. A cold smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

"That little wolf girl's claws... are sharp enough, alright."

He turned his head and glanced at the digital display that had fallen to the floor, still flashing with images of brightly dressed escorts. The two Betas instantly took the hint and picked it up. They couldn't help but exchange a glance, thinking back to the awkward scene from earlier when they were chasing the girl.

"Ah! Pervert! Help! Someone help—he's trying to molest me!" 

Camille had screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran, even dragging down the tall decorative vases along the hallway to block her pursuers. It had actually worked quite well.

She knew there was little chance anyone would really step in to save her, but even just drawing more people out would give her a better shot at slipping away in the chaos. Sure enough, her cries had drawn the curious out of their rooms. She grabbed a kind-looking young man and pointed at the two Betas, crying and shrieking. Her torn dress only made her accusations more convincing.

At that moment, the two Betas couldn't help but admire the Red Moon girl a little. Too many people had gathered, seriously disrupting their ability to catch her. Camille vanished into the crowd. Not only had they failed, they'd ended up injured and scorned by onlookers. Thank goodness the Alpha had recalled them in time—or their humiliation might have made international headlines. Now that the Alpha himself had been caught off guard by her sneak attack, their own failure didn't seem quite so shameful anymore. Still, judging by the look on the Alpha's face... there's no way he'd let that little she-wolf go so easily. Poor girl.

What they didn't expect, however, was that once the intense hunt for Brandon began, the man completely pushed the matter of Camille out of his mind—forgotten entirely. If not for another twist of fate, the two of them might have remained nothing more than two lines that briefly crossed paths, each going on to live out their lives, never to meet again.