Selena’s POV

I knew what he was talking about, and I just didn't expect him to point it out so starkly. I feel like my brain is buzzing right now. I looked at his Adam's apple and stammered, "I... know."

Charles seemed satisfied with my answer. He reached out and gently tugged at my bra strap, then let go. The strap bounces back down, making a snap on my collarbone. My whole body trembled and my cheeks burned. I felt Charles toying with me, but I couldn't fight it, and I crossed my arms even harder.

Charles pulled the sheet off the single bed and wrapped it around me. Before I knew it, my world was upside down. Charles carried me over his shoulder and out of the servants' room.

"Put me down!" I whispered. I couldn't resist gently pounding Charles on the back with my fist. His shoulders were broad, but hard as diamonds, and they made my stomach churn.

Charles patted my ass. "Quiet!" I felt even more ashamed. I just hope no one on the second floor sees us right now.

"Please... don't do this..." I wanted to cry in shame, and my voice already had a cry.

Charles turned a deaf ear. We soon arrived at the door of his room. He kicked the door open with his foot.

I heard him say, "I hope you've had your bridal lessons."

I was thrown onto the bed and the soft, bouncy mattress made a slight movement, which made me feel even more dizzy. Charles stood by the bed, looking at me wrapped up like a caterpillar.

It's too close. It's really too close!

Charles was like a walking flame and an unstoppable meteor. He approached me with a scorching heat. He leaned over slightly, his thighs clinging to my calves, and I felt his thigh muscles tighten and burn my skin. I couldn't help but curl my toes and pull out my calves away from Charles. The distance made me feel dangerous.

"Selena, why are you in the maid's room?" He looked down at me.

Me? My gut tells me not to say anything to him about Penelope, and not to complain. I'm not sure about his relationship with Penelope, and I don't know if Charles will think I'm wronged.

I whispered. "I was mistaken. I thought you didn't want me in your bedroom."

Charles crossed his arms and sneered. "Oh? I hope you're not planning anything. Or do you want to play some sort of maid game?"

I was stunned, neither admitting nor denying what he had said. Well, just let him think so!

"Listen, Selena. Our wedding has been held. Our two packs have now become allies. According to the agreement, you must play the role of Luna of the Black Valley Pack. If you want a better life here, you have to follow my rules."

"What rules?"

"First of all, you can't go anywhere I don't want you to go. Don't be too curious, it's not good for you." I instantly knew he was warning me about tonight. It seems that he cares about it.

"Second, take responsibilities that belong to a Luna. Don't try to escape, and don't embarrass our pack." I nodded in agreement.

"Third, stay out of my personal life. A few years from now, when my alliance with your father is complete, I will find a decent reason to divorce you. I'll give you a settlement, and then you're free to find your mate."

"I see." I felt a lump in my throat. "I know you don't want this marriage, and I'm not going to put you on the spot. Don't worry, I won't pester you. I will treat our marriage as a business and you as my boss. I will take my 'being a good Luna' mission seriously."

Hearing my words, Charles did not show the reaction I had expected. He seemed to find my words funny and unbelievable. He snorted. "You think you have the right to talk to me like that?"

"I know you're angry, but I'll do my best. I hope you can keep your promise and let me leave with dignity in a few years." After all, that was the only reason I came to Black Valley Pack.

Charles smiled (probably laugh at me!) . Oh, moon goddess, though masked, I could see he had a nice smile. I guess he's not as ugly as they say.

He leaned over, put his hands on the bed, and encircled me in his arms. I had to make eye contact with him by supporting my upper body with my elbows.

“Save your crap for later. Right now, we have a more urgent matter... Luna's responsibility is not just to throw parties.”

Luna's responsibility was like a curse, and I nodded subconsciously.

"It seems that you can't wait, Selena," Charles said in a low, raspy voice.

Se-le-na. His tongue caressing his teeth, said my name as if reciting a poem.

He was the one who couldn't wait. He took my hand and untied his bathrobe. He picked me up rudely. After a panic, our positions were reversed. His elbows propped up on the bed, and I sat on top of him. Part of his skin was exposed by the loosening of his bathrobe. It was a sexy wheat color with an enchanting sheen.

He sat up and I had to straddle him. My hands were on his stomach. To keep my balance, my hand tried to grasp something, and in my panic, I felt his mermaid line, which was clearly visible, extending to where the bathrobe covered...

Charles let out a muffled grunt, and then his breathing quickened. He grabbed my finger and slid it over the muscle again. The skin under my fingers is smooth and quivers slightly as I move. I felt like a musician. Charles's body was my instrument, his mermaid line was a wonderful string, and I played silent music.

I felt something growing under my butt.

I know what it is. I've only ever seen pictures of specific parts of men on a computer before. My head was spinning, and I tilted my head to imagine what he looked like. I thought he must be lurking, waiting to strike me hard.

In a trance, a giant python flashed through my mind again.

There must be a thin layer of sweat on my back. I felt sticky and wet, as if I had fallen into a tropical rainforest. The forest is full of dark green plants. Large ferns, meandering vines, broad leaves... Their color is dangerous and seductive, like the color of Charles' pupils...

I felt something close to my skin, with the scorching heat I was familiar with. It was Charles's hand.

His broad palms groped down my back, from my neck down to my tailbone. His lips pressed against my neck, and his breath was hot and damp. The sudden excitement made me arch my back and shiver all over. Now I must look like a cooked shrimp!

Charles took my underwear off. I was a little shy and tried to pull the sheet over my chest, but my arms were already around Charles's neck. Charles's hand came to my chest and pinched one of my n.ipples. An electric current ran through my whole body in an instant. I felt a warm, wet current coming out of my p.ussy.

My breasts were shaped under his hands. I felt a strange sensation. I wanted to cry and scream, but all I could do was bite my lip and hold him tight.

"Don't..." I stammered, trying to say something, and Charles swallowed the rest. He gave me a rough kiss, and soon I tasted a bit of blood.

I don't know whose lip was bitten. But he didn't stop. The faint smell of blood made him even more excited. His tongue thrust into my mouth and licked my teeth and my palate. A drool dripped from the corner of my mouth onto my bare chest.

Charles laid me down gently, his mask glowing gently in the light. He lay on top of me, caressing me with his fingers on the inside of my thigh, inching his way up, almost touching my garden... ... I gasped like a stranded fish.

Knock, Knock.

A sudden knock on the door broke the ambiguous atmosphere of the room.

We ignored it, but the knock on the door became more and more urgent, and someone in the doorway called out vaguely: "Alpha! Alpha! There is an emergency."

Charles thumped the bed in frustration. He lay on top of me, took a few deep breaths, got up, put on his bathrobe, and stormed to the door like an angry wolf.

"Damn it! If you don't have a perfect reason to be here, I swear I'll kill you!"