Chapter 6 Lycan's Exclusive

• Seraphina’s POV
• I woke up in a soft bed.
• The mattress beneath me was more comfortable than any I had ever slept on, with a faint, cold scent of pine in the air, just like his smell.
• Where am I?
• I sat up slowly, looking around.
• This wasn't Damien's seaside villa in the west suburbs.
• It was a huge, somewhat empty room. The high domed ceiling was painted with ancient star maps, and outside the large French windows were misty mountains and endless primeval forests.
• It was luxurious and beautiful here, but the isolated environment made me feel suffocated.
• I pulled back the covers and found that the tattered white robe I had been wearing had been replaced with a silky black nightgown.
• I got out of bed barefoot, shivering on the icy marble floor.
• Just then, the door to the room silently opened.
• Damien walked in.
• He was dressed in a black casual suit, leaning lazily against the door, his deep, abyssal eyes fixed on me without blinking.
• "Awake?" His voice was low, magnetic, and laced with authority.
• I instinctively adjusted my nightgown, nodded, and replied hoarsely, "Where am I? I should… go home."
• At the mention of going home, a mocking smile tugged at Damien's lips.
• He walked toward me, each step deliberate, radiating an oppressive aura that left no room for resistance.
• "Go home?" He stopped in front of me, towering over me by a full head, his shadow swallowing me entirely.
• "Seraphina… have you forgotten that you no longer have a home?"
• My heart tightened painfully, and I bit my lip until it turned white.
• He was right.
• A woman abandoned by her Alpha fiancé would be the most unwelcome presence in any Pack.
• I couldn’t go back.
• Seeing my silence, he reached out and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
• "From the moment I marked you, this," he gestured broadly to the entire estate with a sweep of his eyes, "is your only territory."
• He paused, the dangerous and paranoid gleam in his pitch-black eyes sharpening, as he spoke clearly and cruelly: "Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
• My heart sank.
• Confined.
• I stared at him, searching for even a hint of jest in his handsome face.
• But there was none.
• His eyes were serious.
• He truly intended to imprison me here.
• A strange mixture of anger and defiance surged from the depths of my heart. "Who do you think you are?" I demanded.
• "Why?" He chuckled lightly, a sound full of dominance and amusement. "Because… you belong to me now."
• After saying that, he released me and strolled over to the massive wardrobe on the side of the room, swinging the doors open.
• The next moment, I was stunned.
• Inside were racks upon racks of breathtaking dresses and high-end custom-made clothing, each more valuable than the last.
• Jewelry, accessories, shoes… everything imaginable, far more than one person could wear in a lifetime.
• He casually pulled out a deep purple halter dress and tossed it onto the bed in front of me.
• At the neckline, an exquisite totem was embroidered with silver thread, a white giant wolf howling at the sky.
• It was the emblem of the Volkov Pack.
• "Put it on," he commanded.
• I froze.
• He frowned, puzzled by my hesitation.
• He walked toward me again, his tall frame looming imposingly.
• "What… do you want me to help you put it on?" he asked, amusement in his tone.
• He actually reached for the straps of my nightgown.
• "I can do it myself!" I snapped, stepping back and grabbing his hand.
• His palm was hot, so hot it made my chest ache and my heart tremble.
• He looked at me, satisfaction flickering in his eyes, and released my hand.
• I picked up the dress and walked into the bathroom, changing quickly.
• The dress fit perfectly, as if it had been tailored just for me.
• When I emerged, Damien lounged lazily on the sofa, gesturing at me with a casual wave.
• I hesitated for a moment, but then walked over.
• He pulled me onto his lap, settling me comfortably. Lowering his head, he pressed his nose against my neck, inhaling deeply.
• "Very good," he murmured, his deep voice tinged with satisfaction. "Now… your body finally smells like mine."
• I stiffened.
• I finally understood.
• He had made me wear this dress not only to assert his dominance but also to use his scent to completely erase all traces of the Sterling tribe from me.
• This man…
• His possessiveness was suffocating, overwhelming, absolute.
• I leaned quietly against him, but inside, a storm was rising.
• I gazed at the luxurious cage he had built around me.
• At the priceless gifts he had given me, each marked with his tribe’s insignia.
• A cold laugh echoed in my mind.
• I would see all of this as his compensation.
• He had marked me. He had taken my first time.
• So everything he had given me… I would accept without guilt.
• Damien Volkov…
• Do you think you possess a docile woman?
• No.
• You are mistaken.
• What you have is a beast that has only temporarily sheathed its claws.
• One day, I will use every gift, every token, every weapon he has placed in my hands to crush Aiden Sterling, Amber Lynch, the entire Sterling Pack, and all of those who see me as their property.
• I closed my eyes, hiding every flicker of emotion behind calm lids, and gently rested my head against his chest.
• Let him be the sharpest, most powerful knife on my path to vengeance… for now.