Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Martha's POV

I had not expected this handsome stranger to stand up for me. He defended me and chose me over the five beautiful women arranged for him.

I had only come here to see if I could get money for selling my body.

Tolu, my best friend, told me that I could get money by sleeping with a stranger, because the money I earned working for Silver's Restaurant wasn't much.

My heart raced in my chest as the formidable man scooped me into his arms. His masculine scent of wood filled my nostrils, and his well-sculpted features made me uncomfortable.

I hadn't been feeding well due to my stepmother's brutality, especially after my father's death.

I lost weight because I had to use my money to take care of my needs. I only lived in the house with my stepmother and Elena.

They cooked without giving me food. They spent my father's hard-earned money without caring to ask about my needs.

I worked to sponsor my feeding and to ensure that I completed my studies at the university, since I studied business management.

I couldn't challenge Sandra, and I hoped that by the time I graduated, I would have a better job to challenge her and take what was rightfully mine.

After all, Sandra had an explanation to give about Mark's comments regarding my father's will.

"Are you scared of me?" The formidable man asked me after he placed me on the bed.

If I said that I was not afraid, that would be a lie, because he towered above me and I could barely reach his shoulder.

My head only reached his chest, and he peered down at me like a predator scrutinizing its prey.

"No… I am not scared of you," I lied, and he laughed and reached for his shirt buttons to strip it off.

"You do not have to get scared. Though I am like you, so why should you be scared? I have human features, don't I?" He asked, his brows raised in a question mark as he regarded me and flexed his muscular arms.

I gulped hard, wondering what he meant by having human features like me.

"Yeah. You're handsome," I replied bashfully and avoided his golden eyes.

"You should have your bath. I am a clean freak. So would you like to bathe first? Or should I bathe first? What drink do you want?" He asked as he stripped off his shirt and revealed his tattooed chest to my view.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claw wounds on his chest.

Seeing my eyes glued to his chest, the formidable man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having one night together, and I did not need to ask who the fụck he was.

"Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he replied. I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at the moment.

"Dark Mountain Pack? I heard the pack has real-life wolves living there, and the authorities warned us not to cross the river and mountain to that territory. Are you a werewolf?" I asked, my eyes widened in shock. Even though I do not pay attention to the news, people rumored that real-life werewolves resided on the other side of the city. But many of us feared touring that area.

Who wanted to uncover the truth about werewolves? The thought of being in a room with a real werewolf made me anxious.

I rose from the bed to dart out, but he caught my left wrist and pulled me to his tall, masculine frame.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed with a sinister glint.

"No. I am just not comfortable. It's your tribal tattoo and the fact that you said that you are from the Dark Mountain Pack," I replied, my lips trembling. He raised his right hand and used it to touch my long blonde hair.

"I haven't seen a beautiful woman like you before. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a real-life moon goddess?" He teased me, and my cheeks flushed at his remark and his closeness.

"No. I am human. I am not a goddess or whatever you said," I replied, thinking he was just complimenting me and that he was not really from a pack of wolves.

Or was I overthinking it?

Is he really a werewolf?

"You don't have to be scared of me. I like you, and I will pay you 1 million. What do you say?" He offered, and my jaw dropped.

"1 million…" My lips trembled, and my ears flamed red.

"Will you really offer me that amount?" I asked him as he stepped away from me to take off his trouser belt.

"I do not promise what I cannot offer. If you perform well, I can double the amount. So the choice is yours," he said when he pulled off his belt and let go of his trousers.

They fell off, revealing his long, masculine, hairy legs.

I swallowed hard as my eyes shamelessly trailed his tall frame, from his feet up to his crotch.

I gulped again.

Even though he had not taken off his boxers, the massive size of his crotch made me tremble.

My knees buckled, and I staggered backward.

"Will that thing fit in me? I do not think that I can take you, sir?" I replied, trembling before him.

Before I could run to the door and exit the room, he captured my hand and pulled me against the wall.

"Do not test my patience, Miss. You saw other women that they offered to me, but I rejected them for you. Why can't you be a good girl and please me? Fine, I will pay you three million. Will that be enough?" He asked, his deep, husky voice filling my ear. His hot breath brushed my cheek and sent shivers crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

"Um, okay. I will try," I replied anxiously, and he released me.

"Strip," he ordered as he moved back and stepped away from me.

My mind raced on what I could use the three million to do.

First, I would be able to get my evil stepmom arrested and dig into my father's file to know the actual cause of his death and to take over his company that they handed over to Elena and my evil stepmom.

"Alright," I replied, and reached to take off his black coat.

He lit a stick of cigarette as he moved to take his seat in the room.

Once my hands reached for the hem of the black coat, I took it off, slowly and carefully, away from my shoulder.

The thickness of the coat made me realize that it would be expensive. The cold wind bit my skin.

I stood before the black, formidable man in my orange panties and bra.

"Go and have your bath, and come out wearing nothing except a towel. Hurry up," he dismissed me, his golden eyes locked on mine, and I gulped down my anxiety.

"Alright." My legs bolted to the bathroom door, and I shut it as soon as I stepped inside.

The bathroom was furnished with a white bathtub and shower faucet.

Free sponges and soaps sat in the bathroom for me to use.

Knowing that I cannot keep the man waiting before he changed his mind, my hands hurriedly unpacked a new sponge. I swiftly switched on the shower and bathed as thunder struck in the sky.

I knew that my fate was already sealed to sell myself.

I prayed to God for forgiveness of sins as I finished my bath and stepped out of the bathroom to find the man still seated on the single chair in the room, but he was on a phone call.