Olivia’s POV

They shoved me into the back seat of a car, separate from my mysterious buyer. As the car sped off, panic surged, fueled by fear and questions. Who was this man? Why had he spent so much money on me? What frightened me most was his intent. Was he buying me to be his sex slave? No! I shook my head. No man in his right mind would pay a million dollars for that. Deep down, I sensed another purpose, but I couldn't define it.

The car drove for what felt like hours. The windows were too dark to see anything. I sat tired and helpless, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Were we still in London?

I glanced around, searching for clues. The car slowed, passing through tall iron gates, and I glimpsed a massive building ahead—a mansion. Huge, old, and surrounded by high stone walls and thick trees, it looked like a place belonging to royalty.

The vehicle stopped, and the door flung open. Two guards reached in to pull me out, their rough hands grabbing my arms, but a deep voice cut through the air. “Don’t touch her.”

It was him, the man who bought me. Instantly, the guards released me and stepped back. My breath hitched. Why didn't he want them to touch me?

My eyes met his, but he simply stared and walked away. “Escort her in,” he said to his men.

I swallowed hard as they led me into the building. He had servants; his mansion wasn't as large as the Full Moon Pack house, but his wealth was evident in the intricate room designs.

My heart raced as I followed him upstairs. Panic flared. Was he going to sleep with me? Would I lose my virginity to this man? I didn't know him, didn't like him, and certainly didn't have a choice.

He led me up a wide staircase silently, his pace calm and unhurried, as if this were routine. My heart pounded with each step, fear clawing at my throat. I didn't know what awaited me at the top, but my instincts screamed it wouldn't be good.

At the hallway's end, he opened a large double door and entered. I hesitated at the threshold, but a guard gave me a light shove forward. “In,” the man said, without looking at me.

I stepped into the room, his chamber. It was elegant but cold. The lighting was dim, the walls a deep charcoal, and the furniture expensive, minimalist, and masculine.

“Leave us,” he said quietly. The guards turned and shut the door, sealing me in.

He poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air. He took a slow sip, finally turning his gaze on me. He was older—definitely in his late thirties—handsome in a cold, cruel way. His face was sharp, his eyes alluring, but devoid of warmth.

I couldn't help but stare. “Why did you buy me?” I asked softly, hating how my voice shook.

He didn't answer immediately. He took another sip and set the glass down with a soft clink. “Because you fit my plan,” he said simply.

The words made my stomach churn. I felt sick. “I don’t understand,” I forced out, stepping back.

He walked toward me slowly, his presence filling the room, suffocating and intense. His gaze slid over me like ice water, and I fought the shiver crawling down my spine.

“Because today is the full moon,” he said, stopping before me. “And I know you’ll be in heat tonight.”

My heart dropped. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “You bought me… just for that?”

His lips twitched—a smirk, perhaps, or annoyance. “I didn’t spend a million dollars for nothing, darling.”

I froze at the name. “I need a son,” he said flatly. “One heir. That’s all. You give me that, and I’ll let you go.”

I couldn't believe it. My knees felt weak. “I—No. You can’t just—”

“I can,” he interrupted, his voice calm, firm, terrifying. “And I will.”

I stared, mouth open, chest heaving. “My maid will prepare you,” he added, turning away and picking up his drink.

I blinked. “Prepare me?”

He looked at me over his shoulder. “You belong to me now. And I’m fucking you tonight.”

I gasped, stumbling back. A cold wave of panic hit me. My fists clenched as I struggled to breathe, to stop my body from trembling.

I thought of something—anything to say. Should I tell him I'm the mate to the Alphas of the Snow Moon Pack? Would that save me? I wanted to say it, but remembered the warning. She’d told me never to reveal that… they would use me as a weapon against the triplets, and I didn't want that. Even now, I cared about them.

Suddenly, a knock came, and he admitted two uniformed ladies. “Alpha, you sent for us,” they said, bowing.

I gulped, realizing my buyer was also an Alpha. But who was he? Which pack did he lead? Why hadn't I seen his face before? Was he from a hidden territory? A rogue leader? And what country were we in? We certainly weren't in London.

My mind spun. He turned to the maids. “This is my guest,” he said. “Help her clean up, dress her, feed her, and let her rest. I need her in my bed tonight, and I want her strong enough.”

His words made me sick. My legs felt weak, and I clung to the table to avoid falling. I wanted to cry, scream, fight—but I couldn't move.

“Yes, Alpha,” the maids said in unison. One stepped toward me gently. “Please, come with us,” she said, sounding friendly.

I instinctively backed away. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The Alpha—my buyer—glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I won’t say it twice, darling,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Do not make this more difficult for yourself.”

I stared at him, my hands trembling. I wanted to tell him who I was, that I belonged to the Alphas of the Snow Moon Pack, that they would come for me—that I wasn't just anyone. But I remembered the warning.

I didn't even know the girl's name who'd given me that warning in the holding chamber… but her words haunted me now.

I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes. Even now, I still cared. I didn't want to be the reason Louis, Lennox, or Levi suffered; I didn't want them walking into a trap for me.

So I said nothing. I let the maids guide me from the Alpha's chamber, my body numb, my thoughts spiraling. As they led me down the hallway, I looked back once. He was still standing there, watching me, a glass in his hand, his eyes filled with possession and desire.