A Love Story With Alpha

The Beast's Shackles

"You seem a bit clumsy, but you know how to use some tricks," Taimir coldly remarked after a while.

I looked at him with bright, wide eyes. I saw that his face was covered in blood and grime, and the fur on his upper body was also stained red, shining in a glossy way. However, the blood didn't seem to be his own, as he only had one wound on his arm—a large, circular injury, about the size of a bowl, on his forearm. The wound seemed old, with the edges crusted over with fur and dried blood, but the flesh beneath was festering and turning white, indicating a deep infection.

It seemed that the rumors about werewolves having incredible healing abilities were just that—rumors.

Noticing my gaze, Taimir’s nerves tightened. In an instant, he extended his claws and seized me by the neck. With a “thud,” my head was slammed back, making my vision blur with stars. The heavy, bloody breath hit my face, and when my senses returned, I saw the beast’s terrifying face right in front of me.

"What are you staring at?!" he growled, his eyes simmering with fury.

I, terrified by the murderous glare in his eyes, quickly shut my eyes and raised my hands to block him. "I—I was just looking at the wound on your arm," I stammered.

"You’re in a life-or-death situation, and you’re concerned about me? Do you realize that if I exert a little pressure, I could twist your head off?"

"I know!" I nodded vigorously, then, feeling unwilling to give up, I added, "That wound’s infected. If you don’t take care of it, it will only get worse—until it reaches the bone."

Taimir’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What are you scheming now?"

"I can help your wound heal, stop it from rotting. If I cure it, you’ll let me go," I said, boldly staring into his eyes.

Taimir was taken aback. "You’re trying to make a deal with me?"

"Yes," I nodded.

There was a moment of silence before Taimir sneered. "What courage you have, daring to make a deal with the leader. This small wound will heal on its own. Why would I be foolish enough to gamble it on you?"

"But it hasn’t healed, which means it’s infected. If you don’t treat it, it could rot down to the bone," I said with a deep, sincere gaze. "By the way, do you have a hospital here?"

"A hospital? What’s that?" Taimir asked, confused.

"A hospital is a place where they treat illness and injuries."

"Hmph," Taimir scoffed. "Werewolves don’t get sick. Why would we need treatment? Even when injured, we heal well enough."

"What about humans? What happens if they get sick?" I pressed.

"Let fate decide. If they can’t escape illness, they die," Taimir replied, then suddenly smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. "Though humans are fragile, you reproduce fast. Are you afraid of extinction?"

I felt a sting of shame. This world truly revolved around werewolves. Since they didn’t get sick and healed fast, they didn’t need medical care and didn’t even understand what it was. Humans, on the other hand, were mere slaves, with life and death in the hands of fate. It was a distorted reality.

Noticing my dark expression, Taimir coldly added, "The strong prey on the weak. Do you have any complaints about that?" He increased his grip.

It hurt so much! As he tightened his hold, my tears began to flow, and I quickly used my hands to resist.

"I get it, I get it... I won’t say any more..."

Seeing my beg, Taimir released me, but as soon as he did, I quickly said, "Okay, I’ll lower my demands. I won’t ask you to let me go, just spare me from death. If I heal your arm, you won’t kill me."

"When did I agree to anything?" Taimir paused, looking a bit taken aback. He found the situation almost absurd. This woman didn’t seem to understand the situation, and now she was acting as if she was the one making concessions.

"Why not? It won’t cost you anything. You know I don’t have the ability to skin you alive and pull your tendons, so why fear it?" I shot him a defiant glance and added, "Even if it doesn’t work, you can just kill me afterward."

"No way. Why should I listen to you?" Taimir sneered.

"Uh," I was at a loss for words. Suddenly, I found his arrogant, self-centered attitude unbearably annoying.

After a long pause, I sighed and said, "I give up. I don’t have a reason to change your mind. Now I can accept my fate. You can kill or maim me as you wish." I then stood up, facing Taimir.

Taimir looked at me intently, seeing the resolve on my face as if I was truly prepared for death.

"Interesting," Taimir said in a deep voice, then reached out and broke the ropes binding me. I was momentarily stunned. Could this monster actually have a change of heart? But before the thought could fully form, I realized I was wrong. As Taimir tore the ropes off me, he also shredded my top, revealing the pink rabbit-patterned bra underneath.

Taimir’s gaze was mocking as he stared at me. My heart skipped a beat, and the word *tool* immediately popped into my mind.

"Ah—!" I screamed instinctively and threw a punch at Taimir. He easily sidestepped, avoiding my punch. The wind from my fist whipped past his ear, and blood that had not yet dried from his hair splattered like pearls.

"Quick reflexes, so you know martial arts!" Taimir grabbed my wrist and easily blocked my other hand as I swung it.

"Your weak little punches… you think you can fight me?"

"I... I’m telling you, don’t get any funny ideas. If you touch me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to find your teeth!" I threatened, struggling while trying to cover my exposed skin with my hands. Though his expression didn’t show much emotion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze was burning through my skin.

"Tch. I don’t need to have any funny ideas. If you tell me the truth right now, I’ll let you go immediately." Taimir casually hooked his finger under the strap of my bra, something he had never seen before and found strangely fascinating. Though the wolf women also covered their breasts, they never wore anything like this. It was much more delicate and sculpted to accentuate the curves.

I was horrified. If Taimir used just a little force, my upper body would be fully exposed. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest and said, "What truth do you want me to tell? I haven’t lied to you! I don’t know that Hong Ji!"

Taimir narrowed his eyes. Then, without a word, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. He pinned my shoulder with one powerful arm while grabbing my face with the other, forcing me to face him.

My cheeks were squeezed to the point of almost distorting, and I cried out in pain. "It... hurts... it hurts so much..."