Desired By The Alpha

Words to the effect of "werewolves residing in the town are the slaves of humans!" were among those that were spread as rumors. Some of these individuals would also harass the werewolves of the village, telling them that they were only giving them a lesson about how one should look down upon humans and not become their slaves.

But these rumors are only widely circulated within a select group of women. It was no longer the consensus among residents that the town's werewolves were insane.

"What're you guys saying? Take a good look at her face. The terror has caused her to become so weak that she is on the verge of passing out. She has a lot of nerve!" Wow, someone really came to my defense! My heart started to fill with a little bit of thankfulness.

However, I was unable to hear the response because the guy who was standing behind Asta violently grabbed both of my hands and took me outside. Throughout the whole thing, I lacked the self-assurance necessary to accurately predict where we would end up. I kept my head down and just walked quicker in order to keep up with Gary's huge strides. He shoved me into the tent and locked it from the outside.

I got inside on my hands and knees after stumbling and falling, but I had no intention of getting back up. I was not capable! I couldn't help but feel a shudder go down my spine whenever I thought about those black eyes that had peered at me with such intensity. I was shaking so badly that I curled up in a corner and my knees went weak.

Why me? What did I do?

According to the stories, Asta was a very vicious person. People who were werewolves only knew one thing about him, and that was that his mother had been a Luna, and that he had ruthlessly murdered her one night. At that time, even his father had passed away, and Luna was the sole one in charge of the Forest Pack, which is the term given to the pack of werewolves that reside in the Southern United States. Therefore, once Luna was murdered, Asta was the one who succeeded to the role of Alpha immediately. Back then, no one could even attempt to challenge him, and even if they did, Asta ensured that those who did so were punished for their actions.

Following that event, all of the groups that had attempted to bring down the teenaged Asta instantly disbanded, and the Alpha gained a reputation for being particularly harsh and brutal.

When I thought about it again, I couldn't help but get a chill down my spine.

Exactly at that moment, someone unlocked the marquee's entrance and walked inside. Who else could it possibly be except Asta? I gently raised myself to my feet and retreated a few paces. My pupils were constricted as they continued to stare at him as my pale face continued to stare at him.

When this person saw my fearful demeanor, he couldn't help but reveal a sneaking hint of merriment in his eyes. "Are you afraid?"

"I-I...I." I wanted to say anything more than just one phrase, and I was hoping it would be something along the lines of "leave me go, you insane guy!" But the fact that Asta was there made me feel so uneasy that I couldn't help but gulp whenever I opened my mouth to speak.

After letting out a light-hearted giggle, Asta stood up and raised his hand. My cheeks were gently stroked by his fingertips. His fingers were warm to the touch, yet this contact did not in any way induce a sense of serenity inside me. Instead, I started shaking much worse than before!

"I find you to be rather fascinating." He laughed once again and kept staring at me as if I were a kid who had just acquired his favorite plaything. I could see he was enjoying himself.

"Le-Let me g-go." I said the words with a voice that was shaking.

"I wouldn't have summoned you here if I'd had any intention of releasing you from this obligation," the speaker said. After that, he retreated a few paces and positioned himself a safe distance away before extending his hand. Since none of us knows the other, let's start the conversation by shaking hands.

When I saw it, I was really taken aback. When I walked inside this chamber, I got visions of being subjected to a variety of horrifying experiences, including rape and murder. But I had no idea that the somebody who had a reputation for being a nasty and brutal person would want to shake hands with me. I was completely taken aback.

My body responded in an instinctual manner as if it were obeying this person's instruction before I had the chance to think any more about it. My hand moved forward on its own own, and it found its way into his. He took a firm hold of my hand and shook it before releasing his hold gradually. This action floored me to the point that I believed I must be dreaming about it.

As soon as Asta caught sight of my look, he burst out laughing and said, "Your thoughts are practically written on your face."

After some time had passed, I was getting close to calming down. I finally felt comfortable enough in my own skin to open my lips and speak without faltering in the slightest. "Why am I in this place?"

"I'm turning 25 this year, which means that this is my very last opportunity to find someone to spend the rest of my life with." The direction in which this discussion seemed to be heading disturbed me. Why did he all of a sudden start talking about his partners? Even though I had a sneaking suspicion that this person wanted me to be his partner, I had no intention of agreeing to this arrangement at all. But I had no idea he could be that forthright. "And I want you to be my partner," the man said.