C3 003

Eva

"Didn't you just walk past her?" Christopher asked, nervousness evident in his tone. "I mean, what changed your mind?"

Alpha Lorenzo smirked, a small scoff escaping his lips, and then took my small right hand, bringing it to his face. I could only watch him like a child entranced by a new sight, unable to say a word.

"I saw the ring on her finger and thought she was married, so I decided to step away. But then, I realized she might be the one I need," he said, nodding his head and then lowering my hand.

I looked at Christopher's scowling face. He silently questioned me with his gaze: Why are you still wearing that darn ring?

I carefully observed his fingers, and pushed down the ring, which fell down to the ground before stepping my feet on it. Clenching my jaw, the bitterness and hurt pierced my chest. The pain was overwhelming, especially since I had been rejected in such a weird way.

"You don't need to take her," Christopher suddenly said. "This woman committed a felony and will be executed soon."

"What did she do?" Alpha Lorenzo asked, his eyebrows raised.

"She murdered my brother," Christopher replied, fuming. Everyone looked at me, and I quickly lowered my gaze. Hot tears streamed down my face, knowing I couldn't say anything to prove my innocence.

"How much will it cost to take her?" Alpha Lorenzo asked instead, as if he never heard what Christopher said. I quickly glanced at this man, who seemed unaffected by Christopher's words. Did he even hear him correctly?

"I said—"

"How about a hundred billion?" Lorenzo interrupted. "200? 300?" he added, seeing that Christopher remained silent. I thought he was done, but that was only the beginning.

"400? 450? 500? 550—"

"I'll take it," Christopher said quickly.

Pathetic fool, I thought, not feeling surprised one bit. Christopher's love for money was something I could never understand. I also wondered how wealthy this Alpha must be to spend that much money on me and why was he even doing that?

"You can take her and do whatever you wish with her," Christopher said, grinning foolishly. "She's all yours now."

He gestured to the jailer, who came forward, removed the handcuffs from me, and led the other prisoners away. They threw jealous and resentful glances in my direction but I averted my timid gaze away.

"You can leave us alone now," Lorenzo said. Christopher nodded and left us.

"Thank you," I said quickly, my voice small and face innocent.

"Why are you thanking me?" he scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets and acting nonchalant.

That's when it hit me—was I going to face something worse or more gruesome than death with him?

"Follow me," he said. I gulped hard and shuffled behind him. We finally left the yard and got into his car outside the gate the guards opened wide for us. He sat in the backseat while I sat in the front with the driver.

During the long, never-ending drive, I couldn't help but worry about my sister, who was probably thinking and asking about me. If only she knew what had happened. I couldn't even tell or excuse myself to see her one last time. We finally arrived in the city, and I was stunned by the beautiful modern cars, tall buildings, happy people, and modern surroundings.

It didn't take long to reach his pack, located in the heart of the city. After stopping the car, we exited and started walking through the pack house.

"Who's she?" a handsome young man asked, suddenly joining Lorenzo in front. "Let me guess, another slave?"

"No," Lorenzo replied, glancing at me. "This one is special. She's a... prisoner."

"A prisoner?" Toby asked loudly, turning to me and scanning my face, making me so uncomfortable that I had to look down. "Why was she imprisoned? She seems too timid and beautiful to have done anything wrong."

Lorenzo sighed deeply, as if frustrated by Toby's relentless questions. "I should have never supported making you the Beta, Toby. You talk way too much."

Lorenzo walked faster, seemingly trying to distance himself from Toby. I had to quicken my pace to keep up with him. We arrived at a door, which we both entered, revealing his lavishly adorned, magnificent bedroom, which left me astonished. But I had to compose myself.

"Have a seat," he said, removing his black jacket and hanging it on a stand.

I swallowed hard, reluctantly taking a seat on the sofa while watching him sit and drink a bottle of water at