The Stripper Alpha

ept pinching myself, expecting to wake up from this strange dream, but the sharp sting in my arm was a cruel reminder, that this was no dream. This was my reality now. I struggled to breath

ond. Instead, I took a hesitant step toward the entrance, toward the place I would be forced to call home. The thought alone made fresh tears burn my eyes. I hated this. I hated this house. I hated him. I could feel Ashvin's presence behind me as I hurried inside, eager to put as much distance between us as possible. But the moment I stepped through the grand double doors, I froze. The interior was breathtaking. Every inch of the house screamed wealth and power. The expensive chandeliers, the gleaming marble floors, the lavish decor, everything was flawless. I hated how much I loved it. "I see that you like it," Ashvin said from behind me. Snapping out of my daze, I wiped any trace of awe from my face and turned to him, my expression hardening. "I don't know why we got married, but I sincerely hope I don't come to regret it," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "And I expect you to keep your promise, to find my family." He didn't flinch under my glare. His jaw clenched slightly, but his golden eyes remained steady. "I won't go back on my promises, Princess" he said. "Very well then." I turned away, pretending to admire the living room, though my mind was still racing. "I'll have one of the servants show you to your room," he added. I frowned, spinning back to him. "My room?" But before I could ask what he meant, he turned and walked away. Realization struck. We wouldn't be sharing a room. I wanted to jump with relief. One of my biggest fears had been what would happen on our wedding night, whether I would be expected to submit to him in every way. But now, knowing that he wasn't forcing me into anything, I felt the first glimmer of comfort since this nightmare began. "Good evening, Luna.