《My Stranger Alpha》


 No other way

    ¡°There has to be another way, You can''t tell me this was the only idea you came up with.¡±


    Crystal, my best friend spoke, her voice shaky with frustration . Her eyes were wide, filled with disbelief as she walked with me into our hostel.


    ¡°I mean, seriously , there has to be another solution to this situation , you can''t just¡­¡±


    She paused , her voice tripping over themselves.


    ¡°You can''t just do this, it is so risky as hell, there must be something else we can come up with.¡±


    I felt a knot tighten in my chest . I knew she wasn''t wrong, but the weight of my situation left me with a little room for alternatives.


    ¡®YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN SHE IS RIGHT,ELARA¡¯.


    My wolf, AMOR, agreed with her, but I chose to ignore her.


    ¡°I wish there was another way.¡±


    I said quietly, avoiding making eye contact with Crystal, I gazed at the wooden floor of the hostel, each step she took echoed in the empty hall like a tik tok wall clock. I could feel her Displeasure hanging in the air, her shoes scraping against the floor as she paced.


    ¡°You''re just going to walk into this, no questions asked?.¡±


    Crystal¡¯s voice cracked, her eyes searching mine for some sign of uncertainty , something to cling to. But I didn''t say a word, the weight of the decision pressing on me harder with each passing second.


    ¡°I wish there was another way.¡±


    I repeated, my voice was barely above the hum of the overhead lights, my words a fragile whisper.


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    Amor stirred uneasily inside my mind, a soft growl vibrating through me as if trying to force me to listen. But I couldn''t. The plan, the only plan, kept replaying in my head like a broken record, its edges sharp and unyielding. No other options, no other way.


    Crystal stopped pacing, standing directly in front of me now, her breath coming in ragged bursts.


    "There has to be another way, someone you can call¡­¡±


    ¡°There is no one. Okay, I don''t have or know anyone else in my life, my father, my mother and you.¡±


    I said, my voice thick with the weight of the truth, the rawness of it hanging between us like a cold shadow.


    Crystal then sat next to me on the bunk bed, she held my hand.


    ¡°Are you sure this is the only way?.¡±


    Crystal asked, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper as she squeezed my hand , her fingers cold and against mine, her eyes searched mine, wide with concern.


    I exhaled slowly, the air feeling too thick, too heavy, like I couldn¡¯t get enough of it in my lungs. My heart pounded in my chest, a dull thrum that seemed to echo in the silence of the room.


    I wanted to tell her that I¡¯d thought it through, that I was sure, but even saying those words felt like a lie I wasn¡¯t ready to tell myself, let alone her.


    ¡°Yeah, he is my father, I have to do this to save him from the hands of those men that claim that my mother owes them, which I know is through because my has been creating a whole lot of problems lately, so yeah, I am really sure.¡±


    I finally said something, the words coming out harsher than I meant them to, like I was trying to convince both of us at once. But Crystal didn¡¯t flinch, didn¡¯t pull her hand away. She just stayed there, staring at me, the worry still etched on her face but something else creeping in acceptance, maybe.


    I turned my gaze to the floor again, feeling the heat of her stare on me, unwilling to meet it.


    ¡°Okay. If you are going to pull this off, I will have to come with you.¡±


    I immediately gazed up at her.


    ¡°No, crystal, I won''t let you and beside they told me I should come alone, can''t put your life at risk and what about the High school graduation that is almost about to start?.¡±


    I asked as I stood stared at her curiously.


    ¡°Calm down, Elara, I am not going with you, what I meant by coming with you was to help you get out of the school compound, we both know you won''t make it out from the school gate while the gate keeper is there, seriously that gate keeper is a KEEPER , he doesn''t leave his position.¡±


    Crystal spoke as she paused for a moment, staring at me with a mixture of resolve and concern in her eyes.


    "I¡¯ll help you sneak out, Elara. You¡¯ve got a plan for everything but getting past that guy, and we both know it¡¯s the biggest hurdle. Once you¡¯re out, you can handle the rest.¡±


    Crystal spoke, as she walked up to me and held my hands, her fingers tightened around mine, her gaze softened, her voice becoming quieter.


    ¡°You would do that for me, crystal?.¡±


    I asked, my voice laced with excitement as I gazed back at her with a smile on my marked on my face.


    ¡°Yeah, that is what friend do, they help each, I know, if I where the on in your shoes, uhmm. What size is your shoes again?.¡±


    Crystal asked, her voice laced with sarcasm as she asked.


    I laughed out loud.


    ¡°Hahaha, CRYSTAL.¡±


    ¡°Sorry, uhmm, where was I, yes, if I was the one I your situation right now, I know you would do the same.¡±


    Crystal spoke as gazed at me with a big smile on her face.


    ¡°You are definitely right, Crystal, you my best friend forever, crystal.¡±


    I said as I brought her in for a hug, she then responded by wrapping her arm''s around me.


    ¡°Uhmm, Elara, I can''t breath.¡±


    ¡°Sorry,¡±


    I muttered, pulling back just enough to give her space. My heart was still racing, but it wasn¡¯t from the panic I¡¯d been feeling earlier,it was something else, something softer now that I had Crystal¡¯s support.


    She grinned, pushing me playfully with a laugh.


    ¡°You¡¯re lucky I love you, or I¡¯d make you pay for that.¡±


    I smiled sheepishly.


    "Yeah, well, I wouldn¡¯t blame you. I¡¯m a bit of a hug monster.¡±


    Crystal raised an eyebrow, her expression a perfect mix of amusement and mock annoyance.


    "You are. But you¡¯re my hug monster, so I guess I can¡¯t complain.¡±


    I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. The tension that had gripped me since the plan started forming seemed to lift, just a little, with each passing moment.


    ¡°I¡¯ll help you get out, but you¡¯re going to need a hell of a lot more than just a plan to get through this.¡±


    She said, her voice steady, no trace of uncertainty left in her tone.


    ¡°I know.¡±


    I answered, meeting her gaze, the first hint of


    resolve flickering in my chest.


    ¡°But with you by my side, maybe... maybe we can find a way.¡±


    Crystal nodded, squeezing my hands once more before letting go and standing up.

 The Gate keepers Tricks

    ¡°Then let¡¯s start by getting you past that gatekeeper. One step at a time, right?.¡±


    Crystal spoke as she and I walked out from the room and straight into the hallway.


    ¡°So here is the plan, I will pull off a perfect drama that would attract the attention of everyone in the¡­¡±


    ¡°Even the gatekeepers?.¡±


    I asked, my voice laced with curiosity as I walked right next to her.


    ¡°Especially the gate keepers, because I am going to pull out my acting right Infront of them.¡±


    Crystal spoke, her voice filled with a confidence that made me believe she could pull off anything. The sharp click of her boots echoed in the narrow hallway as we moved quickly, weaving through the darkened corridors.


    I could almost hear the hum of the heavy security systems behind the walls, but with her by my side, they seemed less menacing.


    I glanced over at her, noticing the determined set of her jaw. She was ready. And I had no choice but to follow.


    ¡°You think you can fool them?¡±


    I asked, skeptically raising an eyebrow.


    Her lips curled into a wry smile, a spark of mischief in her eyes.


    ¡°Not fool them. Just¡­ distract them long enough for you to get through.¡±


    I couldn¡¯t help but chuckle.


    ¡°And if it doesn''t work?.¡±


    She paused, her gaze sharpening.


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    ¡°Then we improvise. That¡¯s what you get when you¡¯ve spent a lifetime slipping through cracks.¡±


    I took a breath, trying to steady my nerves. She was right. We didn''t have the luxury of time or perfect plans. It was all about moving fast, thinking on our feet.


    We reached the main entrance of the building, where a pair of towering gatekeepers stood like silent sentinels. I could feel their cold eyes scanning the hallway, their imposing frames blocking any chance of escape.


    Crystal stopped in her tracks, exhaling deeply.


    ¡°Time to make some noise.¡±


    I watched as she stepped forward, her shoulders square, her movements calculated. There was no sign of hesitation in her now just the sharp, unwavering focus of someone who knew exactly how to manipulate a situation.


    ¡°Here goes nothing.¡±


    She muttered under her breath before throwing her arms wide, stepping into the open. Her voice, suddenly theatrical, rang through the hallway.


    ¡°Oh, the injustice! The audacity! How dare they!.¡±


    I blinked, taken aback. She was playing her part, and the effect was instant. Both gatekeepers turned toward her, their eyes narrowing, their posture stiffening in suspicion.


    I stood still, my heart hammering in my chest. The gatekeepers'' eyes fixed on Crystal as she launched into her dramatic performance, her voice rising with exaggerated indignation.


    ¡°Who do they think they are, treating me like this?.¡±


    She cried out, her hands flailing dramatically.


    ¡°I demand to speak to someone in charge! This is an outrage!.¡±


    The taller of the two gatekeepers, who was a black dressing exchanged a glance, his brow furrowing slightly. I could see the doubt creeping into his posture, his grip tightening on the handle of his baton. They were buying it at least for the moment.


    I moved a step closer to her, feeling the tension coil in my gut. Crystal¡¯s acting was flawless, but the longer we stayed under their watchful eyes, the more likely they¡¯d see through the ruse.


    Crystal didn¡¯t give them a chance to question her. She threw herself onto the floor with an exaggerated gasp, clutching her chest as if struck by some unseen blow.


    ¡°I... I can¡¯t breathe! I¡¯m,I''m suffocating! Help me!.¡±


    The second gatekeeper, the younger one, who was also on a black dressing, hesitated for just a moment. His eyes flickered toward his partner, clearly unsure of how to react to this sudden change in the situation.


    I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, but Crystal was playing her part so convincingly that even I was beginning to wonder if she was actually in distress.


    The older gatekeeper stepped forward, his voice rough as he barked.


    ¡°Get up. What¡¯s going on here?.¡±


    ¡°I told you.¡±


    Crystal gasped, rolling over to clutch at her throat as if struggling to breathe.


    ¡°I¡¯m... I¡¯m not faking it! I need help! You have to¡­¡±


    Before she could finish, the younger gatekeeper leaned in, kneeling beside her.


    ¡°You look pale,¡±


    He muttered, his voice laced with concern.


    ¡°We should get you to medical.¡±


    Crystal¡¯s eyes widened, but her voice remained shaky as she coughed dramatically.


    ¡°Please... I¡¯m not¡­¡±


    ¡°Alright.¡±


    The older one interrupted, clearly frustrated but unwilling to risk ignoring her.


    ¡°Fine. We¡¯ll escort you.¡±


    I held my breath as they started to move toward Crystal, but the younger one¡¯s hesitation lingered in his eyes. I caught a glimpse of his doubt, a crack in his professionalism.


    This was it.


    As they reached down to help her up, I made my move, slipping past them toward the side door. I kept my movements slow, deliberate, pretending to blend in with the chaos she had created. My heart raced as I passed by the guards, not daring to look back.


    Crystal¡¯s voice rang out once more.


    ¡°Hurry, please! I can¡¯t¡­¡±


    I was halfway through the door when I heard C


    rystal¡¯s final plea.


    ¡°Get me to medical! Please! Quickly!¡±


    The door clicked shut behind me, and for a split second, I felt a rush of adrenaline. The hardest part was over.

 At The Edge Of Risk

    I walked briskly to the sidewalk, my hand already reaching out to wave down a cab. The vehicle slowed, its headlights casting a brief glow on the pavement before stopping directly in front of me. The door clicked open with a soft hiss, welcoming me in. I hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside.


    The driver¡¯s eyes flicked up to meet mine through the rearview mirror, his tone casual but polite.


    ¡°Where are you heading, young ma¡¯am?¡±


    I fumbled for a moment, my mind racing. My fingers brushed against the cool paper in my pocket, pulling it out with a slight rustle. I handed it over without looking at him. The address felt foreign in my hands, yet important.


    He took it with a nod, his eyes briefly scanning the paper.


    ¡°Ah, the old train station, eh? Forty-five kilometers from here. A bit of a trek, but nothing I haven¡¯t done before.¡±


    The engine roared to life, and the cab lurched forward. I settled back in my seat, the hum of the tires on the road a steady companion as we sped away.


    The driver¡¯s voice broke the silence.


    ¡°We are here, ma''am.¡±


    I glanced up to find us stopped at the edge of a crumbling platform. The old train station loomed ahead, its rusted signs swaying slightly in the wind. My fingers were already reaching for the door before I could think, pushing it open with a creak that seemed too loud for the stillness around us.


    I turned to face the driver, my hand already halfway to my purse.


    ¡°How much is it, sir?.¡±


    He waved me off with a grin, his voice warm.


    ¡°Forget it, ma¡¯am. Think of it as a graduation gift. My daughter¡¯s at your school too. I¡¯m heading that way to see her, actually. Oh¡­¡±


    His curiosity piqued, his eyes briefly flicking back to meet mine.


    ¡°Who are you meeting at this old place? It¡¯s a bit... off, don¡¯t you think?.¡±


    I hesitated for a moment, then forced a confident smile.


    ¡°Just a friend.¡±


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    His gaze lingered on me, unsure.


    ¡°Should I wait for you? I can drive you back when you¡¯re done.¡±


    I glanced at the eerie, darkened doorway of the station, the hinges creaking with the weight of years.


    ¡°No, sir. I¡¯ll be fine,¡± I said, my voice a little steadier than I felt.


    ¡°Alright then. See you at the graduation.¡±


    ¡°Yeah... see you there.¡±


    I replied, offering a quick wave as I watched him pull away, his engine rumbling down the empty road.


    I stood there, watching the dust settle in the space where the cab had been, my heart hammering against my chest. The train station seemed even more desolate up close, its structure sagging as if weighed down by secrets.


    I took a deep breath, the cold air stinging my lungs, and exhaled slowly.


    ¡°I can do this.¡±


    ¡® YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?.¡±


    Amor, my wolf, asked with a hint of concern, her voice echoing in my mind.


    ¡®I mean, why would someone tell you to come to abandoned train station?¡¯.


    I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the weight of her words.


    ¡°I have to. I don¡¯t have a choice.¡±


    My boots clacked softly against the stairs as I made my way down, the ground beneath my feet uneven and cracked. When I reached the door, my hand hovered over the handle. It creaked in protest as I pushed it open, the noise sending a shiver down my spine.


    ¡®This doesn¡¯t feel right, Elara. We should turn back¡¯.


    But I couldn¡¯t. Not now. Not when I was so close.


    I stepped inside, the air thick with dust and silence. I then walked slowly down the hall way, my breath steady as my heart raced in fear.


    ¡®Elara!.¡±


    Amor¡¯s voice echoed in my mind, laced with hesitation.


    "What is it, Amor?.¡±


    I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I came to a halt, straining to listen for any sign of danger.


    ¡®Elara, we are being followed¡¯.


    A chill crawled up my spine, and I spun around instinctively, scanning the foggy hallway behind me. It was thick, the kind of fog that blurred everything, making the shadows appear as though they could be anything.


    ¡°Where,Amor? I can''t see anything nor anyone through this fog.¡±


    I barely finished my sentence before the unmistakable sound of footsteps reached my ears. They were fast, too fast, racing down the right hallway.


    ¡®There ,by the right hallway! She¡¯s getting away!¡¯


    Without thinking, I bolted toward the sound, my feet moving faster than I thought possible. The fog seemed to part for me as I rounded the corner, my eyes locking onto the figure ahead. She was quick, but I was quicker. I collided with her, sending her sprawling to the floor in a heap.


    ¡°Please, don¡¯t hurt me!.¡±


    Her voice trembled, a mixture of fear and panic, as she kept her face pressed to the ground..


    "Hurt you?.¡±


    I couldn¡¯t hide the confusion in my voice. I stood over her, watching as she slowly raised her face, her eyes wide with apprehension.


    ¡°Why would I hurt you?¡±


    She hesitated, her gaze flickering to my outstretched hand.


    "You were chasing me... I thought you were going to hurt me."


    I blinked, a slight chuckle escaping my lips.


    "No. I was chasing you because you scared the hell out of me.¡±


    I extended my hand, my palm open in apology. She stared at it for a long moment before taking it, her grip hesitant as I helped her to her feet.


    ¡°What are you doing in here, anyway?.¡±


    I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me as I eyed her with suspicion.


    She straightened herself, dusting off her clothes, and her voice grew steadier.


    ¡°I suppose for the same reason you''re here.¡±


    Just then, a door at the end of the hallway creaked open, its heavy frame swinging wide. A man stepped into the threshold, his presence commanding. Dressed in a sharp luxury suit and polished black shoes, he smiled with an air of practiced ease.


    ¡°There you are,¡±


    He said, his voice smooth, almost too polite.


    ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for you two. Come on in.¡±


    He stepped aside, holding the door open and waited for the both of us to walk in. I and the girl walked in, our gaze fell on three more girls from different High schools.


    ¡°Go on, dose two seat that are empty are meant for you two go on and have a seat.¡±


    The man spoke as he closed the door and and walked to his seat. I immediately sat on the left side and slowly gazed at the three other girls, who didn''t bother to gaze back me.


    ¡°Okay, I hope we all know why we are here, you ladies should know that this mission is going to risk, you might be caught on the way by the authorities and be sent to jail.¡±


    The man spoke his voice smooth but carrying an edge of seriousness, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down my spine.


    ¡°Hope you are ready to take the risk.¡±


    The man


    spoke, his voice steady and cold, as if he had said those words a thousand times before. His gaze swept over all of us, each girl sitting rigidly, not daring to speak, the weight of his words sinking deeper with each passing second.

 Mission For Money

    ¡°I will guess you girls are here for a purpose, you need the money for school stuff and other things in your life, well I promise you all, if you go on this mission and succeed in it, you will be rewarded handsomely.¡±


    The man spoke, what he just said immediately trigger goosebumps inside me, I now overcome the fear inside of me and immediately sat erect in my seat and listen to the man.


    ¡°If any of you are not up to the task, now is the time to leave.¡±


    His eyes scanned each of us one last time, and for a moment, I thought he might be waiting for someone to bolt from the room. But no one moved. Everyone stayed put, the tension thickening in the air.


    Without breaking the silence, he turned, walking toward a desk near the corner of the room. He grabbed a file and slid it toward us.


    ¡°Inside, you¡¯ll find the details of the operation and also you need to write your name and your age in the box''s that are blank spaces provided.¡±


    He said, his tone flat, as though this was a simple task, just another formality.


    I reached for the pen, my fingers slightly trembling as I lifted it. The file felt cold against my palms, and for a moment, I hesitated, staring at the blank boxes in front of me.


    ¡®What is it now, Elara?.¡¯


    Amor¡¯s voice was a whisper in my mind, sharp with concern


    I sighed quietly and muttered under my breath,


    ¡®What¡¯s the matter, Amor?¡¯


    You¡¯re not seriously going to write your real name, are you?.¡¯


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    Amor¡¯s voice was tinged with disbelief, her words thick with hesitation.


    ¡®You know better than that.¡¯


    I glanced down at the blank fields, the weight of Amor¡¯s warning settling heavily on my chest.


    ¡®I don¡¯t know... should I? What if they find out?.¡¯


    ¡®No.¡¯


    She said firmly, her voice laced with urgency.


    ¡®You cannot use your real name. Not here. Not with them. Keep your identity hidden. This is bigger than you think.¡¯


    Her words settled deep within me, and I felt a chill crawl down my spine. She was right.


    I quickly scribbled a false name on the form, my hand moving with surprising steadiness, as though my pen was an extension of my resolve. The name was nothing special, just a shadow of who I really was, but it would serve its purpose for now.


    I glanced up at the other girls, their faces unreadable, each of them caught in their own internal struggle, just like me.


    I immediately stood up and went to his desk and submitted my file to him. He then took it and up it up.


    ¡°Hmm, so your name is Purodence Kate.¡±


    The man spoke as he glanced through my files.


    ¡°Alright, I have seen enough, hope you read through the document.¡±


    The man asked, his eyes still fixed on my file.


    ¡°Yes, sir I did.¡±


    I responded, my voice laced with assurance as I stood asnd gazed at him.


    ¡®You didn''t went through the file, didn''t you?.¡¯


    Amor asked, her voice sharp with a hint of accusation.


    I winced at her words, feeling a pang of guilt strike through me.


    ¡® No, I didn''t read through the entire thing.¡¯


    I admitted silently, my heart beating a little faster. I had been so focused on keeping my identity hidden, on getting through the moment, that I hadn''t really paid attention to the details of the operation.


    The man finally closed up my file and immediately took out a bag beneath his table.


    ¡°Since you where the first to submit your file, you will be the first to go this mission, and remember this if you satisfy the client that you are about to meet and he sands me a six stars on my web, you will be paid even more higher .¡±


    The man spoke as he gazed at me with a smile on his face.


    ¡°Like, how much are we talking about?.¡±


    I asked, my heart beating in an exciting way.


    ¡°We are talking about five hundred thousand dollars and you will be going with sixty percent of it.¡±


    My eyes widened, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Five hundred thousand dollars. My mind raced as I tried to process the number. Sixty percent of that would be three hundred thousand.


    Three hundred thousand. The thought was almost too surreal to grasp. The money could change everything. I would be able to pay my mother''s creditors and get my father free from there hands and also get a new house and food for him.


    And best and for most I could pay for my enrollment in college fee and also pay for crystal.


    I felt so happy that I immediately took the bag from the man.


    ¡°The client address is written on the bother of the bag and when you have finally satisfied your client, you will have to quickly get back here to get paid.¡±


    The man spoke, I nodded and immediately turned and walked out the door. Coming out from the old train station, I waved down a cabI climbed into the backseat, gripping the bag tightly. My heart raced as the cab sped through the neon-lit streets, the world outside a blur.


    All I could focus on was th


    e address on the bag,the lifeline pulling me toward something I couldn¡¯t fully grasp, but the promise of the money kept me moving forward.

 Six Stars And the Wolfs Rejection

    The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror.


    ¡°Where to?.¡±


    He asked, his voice gruff.


    I immediately ripped out the address from the bag and handed it over to him. He then took a glance at it and handed the address back to me.


    He immediately made a left turn and took a low road off the highway.


    ¡°Ma''am, we are right here.¡±


    The cab driver spoke as he parked in the parking lot next to a luxury building.


    I came down from the car and paid off the cab driver and immediately rushed to the door step of the building. I pushed the door bell and it made a DIGI DONG sound.


    ¡°I will be right there.¡±


    A masculine voice came from inside, immediately an adult man opened up the door and asked me to come in.


    I walked in, full of confident and eager anticipation. The door clicked shut behind me, and I found myself in a lavishly decorated hallway, the faint scent of expensive cologne and polished wood filling the air. My nerves buzzed, but I kept my expression steady, reminding myself of the goal.


    The man, tall and sharply dressed in a suit that probably cost more than I made in a year, gestured toward a door at the end of the hallway.


    ¡°He¡¯s waiting for you.¡±


    He said, his voice low and clipped.


    I nodded, my grip tightening around the bag, and walked down the hallway toward the door. Each step felt like it brought me closer to something life-changing or life ending, depending on how this played out.


    When I reached the door, I paused for a second, taking a deep breath, before pushing it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit, the atmosphere tense. A figure sat at a large desk, his back to me.


    ¡°Come in, Prudence.¡±


    The man¡¯s voice called out smoothly, without turning around. I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me.


    I didn¡¯t speak, just stood there for a moment, watching him as he swiveled in his chair to face me. His features were sharp, his eyes calculating and cold, but there was something oddly magnetic about him.


    ¡°You¡¯ve made it.¡±


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    He said, leaning back, his gaze flicking over me with unsettling precision.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see what you have here.¡±


    The young handsome man spoke as he stood up from his seat and walked towards me, he then slowly took the bag from me and opened it.


    ¡°You actually delivered the machindies, that will just give you three stars.¡±


    The young man spoke as he turned and walked towards his table to keep the back.


    ¡°Just three stars.¡±


    I asked, confusion marked all over my gaze.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    The man responded, his gaze still on the machindies that was in the bag.


    ¡° I thought bringing you the bag safe and sound will satisfy you, sir.¡±


    I said a tremor of frustration in my voice, though I tried to keep my composure. I had expected this to go differently. I had done exactly what was asked of me. Why wasn¡¯t it enough?.


    ¡°Tell me, did you actually go through the document you were handed over at the train station?.¡±


    The young man asked, his hands folded as he turned and gazed at me with a smile on his face.


    ¡°No, I didn''t actually go through it.¡±


    ¡® I told you, you should have gone through it.¡¯


    Amor spoke as she crawled in my head.


    ¡°Okay, so, if you did go through it, that means you don''t know how to get six stars.¡±


    The man spoke as he walked towards his wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine.


    ¡°If I want you to give me six stars, what should I do?.¡±


    I asked as I turned and gazed at him as he poured himself a glass of red wine.


    ¡°Do you really want the six stars?.¡±


    The young man asked as he gazed curiously at me.


    ¡°Yes I really do want the six stars, I really need the money to solve my family problems and also for my college enrollment.¡±


    I said as I gazed deeply at him with confidence marked on my face.


    ¡°Ohh, okay, if you really want the six stars, you will actually have to SATISFY me.¡±


    The man spoke, his gaze fixed on me as he took another sip from his glass of wine.


    ¡°Do you mean I have to sleep with you?¡±


    I asked, my face flushed with a mix of shock and a. I had expected something difficult, but not this. The words left my mouth before I could stop them.


    ¡°If you don''t want to do it that is fine, okay, it is not like¡­¡±


    ¡°I will do it.¡±


    I immediately interrupted the young man before he could finish his last sentence. I slowly moved to his bed and sat on it. He then dropped his glass of wine on the top of the wine cabinet and walked towards the bed. He then climbed in the bed and immediately started making love.


    ¡°Ohh, you are still a virgin.¡±


    He asked, his voice laced with excitement as he gazed deeply into my eyes.


    ¡°Yes, I am.¡±


    I responded, my heartbeat racing as hell as he carried my body, which resulted in the submission of my body.


    ¡°I promise, I will be slow and steady.¡±


    The young man said and he slowly stroke me and made love with me.


    The next day I quickly got out of my bed and immediately rushed to the old train station to get my payment. I then rushed to my mother''s creditors to pay the off and my father was released and I took him back to a house that I just bought for him.


    ¡°Hey, honey, where did I get the money to do all this?.¡±


    He asked as he gazed curiously at me.


    I couldn''t bring myself to tell him the truth. I couldn''t bring myself to tell her that I sold my virginity. Instead I told him that a good Samaritan had helped me, and thankfully she believed me.


    We are finally in G. I Hall Dickson college,¡± My best friend, Crystal squealed in excitement as she threw her arms around me. I will never stop being grateful to her for suggesting that idea to me and to repay her for her kindness. I helped her enroll. Yes, with the money I got from the Six stars rating and luckily, we got the admission and here we are.


    ¡°Yes, Crystal , we are finally here. All thanks to you. I will never stop being grateful to you.¡±


    My lips curved into a smile as I returned the hug, but all of a sudden, a bell rang, causing us to pull away from the hug.


    ¡°As much as I hate to break this to you, Elara , I have to go and know my guardian councier right. I''ll text you as soon as I''m done, okay?.¡±


    She hugged me before running off to her guardian council office.


    Amor, my wolf suddenly perked up, her ears twitching.


    ¡°What is it now, Amor?.¡±


    I asked, feeling a jolt of surprise


    ¡®I have no idea, Elara.¡¯


    She answered.


    ¡°But I think our mate is here. I smell him.¡±


    ¡°Wow, hold on there, Amor, my father told me I wasn''t going to be able to have a mate, but before we look into this mate thing, firstly we need to find out who our guardian councillor is.¡±


    I said as I immediately walked towards the guardian council section hallway with my guardian counsellor office number on my palm as I searched for his office.


    ¡°Here it is, Guardian office two,two,and five, here goes everything.¡±


    I opened up the door and my gaze fell on The clients, whom sold my virginity to for a six stars rating.


    ¡®I don''t believe what I am about to say, but he is the one, Elara, he is our mate.¡¯


    Amor,my wolf whispered in my ear.


    ¡°No... no... no! I, Elara Draven, reject you!¡±


    I shouted, the words almost choking me as I turned to walk out of his office.


    But before I could take another step, he gra


    bbed my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding and immediately I felt his claw on the back of my neck, my eyes almost bulged out of its sockets as a sweet sensation shot through my body.


    ¡°What have you done?.¡±


    I asked as I placed my hand on the back of my neck.

 The Claiming

    The man¡¯s expression twisted from amusement to something far darker, his grip tightening around my wrist.


    "You think you can reject me so easily?.¡±


    He asked, his voice smooth and chilling, as though every word was measured to send a ripple through my spine.


    I pulled against his grip, but it was no use. He was too strong, and the sensation at the back of my neck... it was like a pull, a tethering force that drew me closer to him, not physically, but emotionally. My head swam with confusion, and Amor, my wolf, howled in my mind.


    ''Elara, something¡¯s wrong. This isn¡¯t right. You shouldn¡¯t be feeling this.''


    Amor¡¯s voice was urgent, her instincts screaming.


    I tried to gather my thoughts, focusing on the feeling spreading from the back of my neck. My fingers grazed the spot where his claw had touched me, and a shock of electricity ran through my body, leaving me weak-kneed and breathless.


    "What have you done?.¡±


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    I repeated, this time my voice shaking.


    He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, his words a low whisper.


    "I didn¡¯t just mark you, Prudence. I claimed you."


    The world around me spun, and for a moment, I wondered if I had been walking into a nightmare I couldn¡¯t escape.


    "You can¡¯t claim me,"


    I hissed, the defiance still burning in my chest, though my body trembled under the weight of his proximity.


    He chuckled darkly.


    "Oh, but I already have. You were never meant to walk away from this. You just didn¡¯t know it yet."


    I jerked my wrist, trying again to pull free, but the connection between us whether it was the bond of the mark or something deeper, something more primal made it feel impossible.


    His smile widened as he watched my struggle.


    "Do you feel that, Elara?.¡±


    He asked, his tone almost playful, as though he was savoring every moment of my confusion and helplessness.


    "That pull? That¡¯s the mate bond. You¡¯re mine now.¡±


    I staggered back, my breath coming in short gasps.


    "No."


    I whispered fiercely.


    "No, I refuse this."


    But the weight of his words, the undeniable intensity in my body, made my resolve waver.


    "Refuse all you want."


    He said, his voice calm, but his eyes burning with an intensity that was hard to ignore.


    "It won¡¯t change the truth.¡±


    His grip on my wrist loosened slightly, but I didn¡¯t dare try to escape again. A thousand thoughts swirled through my mind, but one question stood out above the rest.


    ¡°Why me?.¡±


    The man tilted his head, studying me with a strange mixture of affection and arrogance.


    "Because you¡¯re the one I¡¯ve been waiting for. And now that I have you, I¡¯m not letting you go.¡±


    I took a deep breath, forcing my heart to stop pounding in my ears. I couldn¡¯t give in,not now, not like this. But everything inside me screamed that walking away was impossible.


    ¡®Amor, I thought, what do we do?.¡¯


    But before my wolf could respond, the man¡¯s eyes darkened, and a smirk played at the corner of his lips.


    "We¡¯re just getting started, Elara. The ga


    me has only begun."


    And as his words echoed in the room, I realized that nothing would ever be the same again.