12 Cubs for the Alpha Mafia

The Hidden White Mansion

The atmosphere in the car was calmer than she thought. The man, Dean Russert, was focusing on the gadget in his hand the whole way. Maybe he was taking care of his company because a super-rich man like him must be handling a very successful business somewhere.

Giselle occasionally stole a glance at him. Even though this calmness was a good thing for her, she still had her uneasiness. She couldn't calm down. In her brain, many things were raging.

Where would she be taken? What would this man do to her once they got there? What would her poor life be like in the hands of this stranger?

Apart from that, she also kept thinking about her younger brother who just had surgery. How were things there? Was he confused because he hadn't seen his sister since yesterday? Is it possible for them to meet again? Because their lives would be completely different after she officially became 'the property' of this new master.

But it doesn't matter as long as they have money. Because if her calculations were correct, they could get around $2,4 million from the auction.

That was a lot of money for Jeremy, right? Yes, only for her beloved little brother. Because on the other hand, Giselle would never be able to enjoy it. She probably wouldn't even be allowed to see the sunlight by the time they got to wherever he would take her.

This car had left the roadway to enter a housing complex located on the outer edge of the city. For some reason, Giselle suddenly felt strange about the surrounding situation, especially when she saw a large gate with a wolf-head symbol on it.

'Where is this? I didn't know there was a place like this in this city.'

Men were standing in front of the fence. They opened the gate when they saw the limousine approaching. Strangely enough, at that moment, they all immediately bowed towards the car as if to pay respects.

'He must be really rich. Even the security guard of the housing complex treated him with such respect.'

Giselle tried not to think about it too much at first, but the more they entered the place, the more strange it felt. Some residents were still roaming the streets even though it was already past midnight. They all -- without exception -- seemed to stop whatever they were doing, to bow to the car.

She secretly glanced at the man again. She saw how he was still indifferent to all the respect bestowed upon him.

They passed dozens of luxurious houses as the car kept moving towards the top of the hill. Giselle's eyes caught a white mansion that was right at its peak. A strange feeling tickled again in her chest.

'Shouldn't this hill and mansion be visible from the city? But I've really never seen it before. Though, I have lived here for 20 years?'

She was amazed when she saw the view of the city from there. The place was like the highest in Amberstone city. But how come it has never been seen before? How weird.

When they arrived in front of the mansion, they saw several guards waiting to open the door. Again, everyone bent down on them.

The limousine stopped in the yard of the white mansion. There were some people lined up to welcome them on the terrace.

"Come on down." The man finally spoke again after about 15 minutes of the way.

Dean stepped out of the vehicle. Giselle caught up with him after the driver opened the door beside her. He even offered to carry her handbag.

Like a chick following its mother, Giselle pursued the man into the mansion. They passed dozens of maids who kept bowing as they passed.

Giselle felt impressed by the inside of the place. Even though the interior seems a bit antique, it is still filled with a sense of luxury everywhere. She even saw a built-in elevator there.

He led her and entered it, then the man pressed one of the buttons. The elevator moved up.

Ding!

They reached the third floor and passed door after door. Finally, he entered a room at the end of the corridor.

'Is it a bedroom?' Giselle was agitated again, but she decided to go in.

Dean Russert took him to a spacious bedroom. Giselle had time to admire the interior and the expensive furniture inside, but soon she realized that it was not the right time to do that, especially since the man was standing in front of her and staring at her.

"This is your room," he said, crossing his arms.

"T-Thank you, Master. The room is so nice and comfortable," said Giselle as she tried to show her sweet smile even though her facial muscles felt too stiff to move.

She was curious about what would happen next when they were in the bedroom. Moreover, she still had transparent clothes on her body.

The man looked at her without the slightest of shame. Giselle was uncomfortable, but she had to restrain herself from escaping from him. She let those eyes wander over her.

"Interesting." He said again, as if it was the only word he knew. "It's been a while since I came across a pure virgin."

Giselle felt an urge to cover her body, but she held it back.

"I don't feel any trace of touch or scent from any man -- be it a human or not. Completely clean as snow white."

The man circled her. He suddenly stopped again in front of her. He pulled her chin and rubbed her lips with his thumb.

"Even your lips haven't been touched by anyone. This is so interesting," he whispered with a grin.

Giselle was dumbfounded by that. "H-How did you know that, Master?" she asked.

It was so absurd that he could know about it with just a glance. Was it just a coincidence?

"Whatever. The important thing is that you are indeed what I am looking for. You are the right mate to give birth to my cubs."

Giselle wasn't sure if she heard it right, so she needed to confirm it again. "Pardon me?”

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