The Love Of Alpha Werewolf

Sarah felt a cold sensation creep over her body as someone led her to a mansion bathed in pale moonlight. A tall fence surrounded the property, creating a mysterious aura that sent chills down her spine. The house was filled with strange sounds, such as the hiss of the wind sweeping through dry leaves and invisible whispers echoing in the night air. Sarah was both frightened and surprised by the atmosphere that stirred the imagination.

She sighed heavily as the man escorting her pushed open the large door to the house. The door rattled as it opened, revealing a spacious living room with classical ornaments and luxurious furniture that looked like objects thrown from the Victorian era. Large candles lit up the room, creating strange shadows all over the walls.

Without warning, Sarah was suddenly pulled into the basement by a large, fierce-looking man. The man wore a black cloak that fluttered behind him as he held Sarah firmly by the arm. His eyes were sharp and filled with an intimidating darkness.

"Who are you?" asked Sarah in a trembling voice.

The man only looked at her briefly before replying coldly, "You don't need to know who I am. All you need to know is that you are now in our control."

Sarah tried to pull away, but the man's grip was so firm that she felt helpless. She felt her breath catch, and her heart pounded.

The man led her deeper into the dark basement. The strange noises grew more muscular, like gasps and the roar of the wind that sent chills down her spine. They finally arrived at a larger room with sparkling lights that revealed a shocking sight.

In the center of the room was a large man with long black hair sitting on a gold-embellished chair. The man looked handsome despite being 40 years old.

The man rose from the chair, his steps heavy and robust, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. His eyes were sharp and luminous as if they held a profound secret.

"Little girl," he said in a deep voice that sent chills down Sarah's spine. I will tell you who I am and what my powers are. I am Lucian, the werewolf mafia. I have gambled to get you from your stepfather. Now you are mine, and you must obey my commands."

Sarah was silent, her eyes glazed over. She missed the freedom she used to enjoy when her days were ordinary and without threats like this. She felt humiliated and hurt, traded like merchandise by the stepfather who was supposed to protect her.

Lucian arrogantly asked Sarah to sit in front of him. "I don't like crying women!"

"What should I do?" asked Sarah in a voice full of emotion, trying to control herself despite her broken heart.

Lucian smiled with satisfaction, surprising Sarah. "You must fulfill my request. I need a male offspring, and I will take what I want."

Sarah felt sick at Lucian's words. She contemplated her fate now at the mercy of a man who seemed to know no mercy. She felt trapped in a dark world she had never imagined.

Lucian continued, "You will stay here and do as I command. You will learn to submit to me, or the consequences will be very bad."

Sarah felt lost, trapped in a situation from which there was no escape. She knew that fighting Lucian was a stupid and dangerous idea, so she had to find a way to survive.

"Time will tell," Sarah said weakly, trying to convince herself she could find an opportunity for escape or revenge one day.