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The moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and my blood began to boil. Luke Dunphy led me into the top-floor office and casually tossed a pillow my way.
"Hold onto this if you want to transform, just don’t dirty my carpet."
I clutched the pillow, gritting my teeth. "Where's the medicine?"
"This thing?" He toyed with a vial, his gaze cold. "Low-quality Inhibitor. Keep using it, and you’ll die."
"What does it matter to you?" I lunged to grab it, but he easily pinned me down on the sofa.
His long fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "What does it matter to me? Sonia Ramirez, do you think tonight is a coincidence?"
A chill ran down my spine. Could he have known all along...? "What do you want?"
"My girlfriend, of course. I need to arrange for you to join Imperial Court Group as soon as possible."
He released me and adjusted his cuffs. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be my personal assistant."
"I refuse!"
"Then I’ll report your true identity to the Wolf Hunter Association."
He elegantly sat down across from me. "Tell me, do you think they would be very interested?"
I clutched the pillow tightly. This man was nothing short of a demon.
"It's getting late," he glanced at his watch, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "In ten minutes, the moon will be fully risen. I’m looking forward to seeing..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a wave of pain struck me. I curled up into a ball as my nails began to sharpen.
Damn it, the symptoms of transformation were coming on too soon!
"Give me... the medicine..."
The man responded with a light chuckle, "Beg me."
"You..." My voice began to grow hoarse, and my eyes were already turning red.
Sweat rolled down like beads, and I struggled to lift my head. "Luke Dunphy, you will regret this..."
"Stubborn." He tossed aside the medicine bottle and pulled out a silver syringe.
"This one works better." Before I could resist, the cold needle pierced my skin.
Luke Dunphy held my waist with one hand while steadily pushing the drug with the other.
His breath enveloped me like a heavy blanket, carrying an irresistible force.
The sharp pain gradually subsided, and I leaned weakly against the sofa.
His fingers brushed against my sweaty forehead, the touch surprisingly gentle.
"Remember, from now on, your life is in my hands."
"Why..." I asked weakly, "Why me?"
He didn’t answer, turning away towards his desk.
In the moonlight, I saw a painting hanging on his desk.
It was a White Wolf running under the moonlight.
"Go back and pack your things," he said without looking back. "Tomorrow at eight in the morning, my driver will come to pick you up."
"What if I don’t come?"
Only then did he turn around, his gaze chilling enough to send shivers down my spine. "You can try."
I stumbled out of the office, still able to hear his deep laughter.
In that laughter lay emotions I couldn't comprehend.
By the time I exited the building, the moonlight was thick and heavy.
Looking up, the full moon was cold and bright, making my heart uneasy.
That night was destined to be sleepless.
What I didn't know was that in that office, Luke Dunphy stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching my departing figure. He caressed the painting and whispered, "I've finally found you..."
In the painting, the color of the White Wolf's eyes was exactly the same as mine.
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