Chapter 4:

It's been almost a month since I moved into Elmer's house; he's often away, and we only see each other briefly in the morning before he goes out. After a while, I feel that Elmer's personality is not bad, just too cold; if anyone later becomes his mate, I feel a little sorry for that girl, living with an iceberg, just imagining it was hard.

Thinking about this, I feel sad; just a few days away from my 18th birthday. The werewolves in my pack take this day very seriously; their parents will make the party grand and invite all their loved ones to it; it's a significant moment. Next, the party's main character will look for his mate; nothing will be more remarkable if they find each other on that particular day. It's just; that I don't have my family around anymore; I hope to meet my mate; at least, I will have a relative to rely on.

At noon, staff from the research department came back periodically to draw my blood. Usually, Elias would be the one to do it, but today it was a woman. Her name is Camelia, and the nameplate on her chest reflects that.

"I also think a werewolf that can resist the curse needs to be someone special, just an ordinary person." Camelia haughtily glanced at me.

Elias is a strange but relatively polite person, and Camelia is a beautiful girl who lacks manners. They are quite the opposite.

"Your hand, weird girl." Camelia pursed her lips mockingly.

She was taller than me; her body curves were hot and clear, and her figure was that of a fully grown adult. She was beautiful and radiant, and her curly blond hair was chic, but her personality was obnoxious.

"I'm just like you; I'm a werewolf, so what's the difference?" I asked again.

Camelia blinked her disapproving eyes; she smiled faintly. "You and I are not alike at all; stop being delusional. I am the owner, and you are just a prisoner brought back for research, a little more difficult to say; you are like an inanimate experiment; when the results are achieved, we will throw you away as bad stuff."

Her words are hard to hear, but they may be true for my future. What if they found a cure for the werewolf's strange illness? Of course, I can't expect the gratitude of these people; these thoughts crossing my heart make me uncomfortable; it urges me to find a way to get out of there as soon as possible.

While I was distracted, Camelia stabbed a needle through my skin and drew blood. It hurt so much that I winced and wanted to pull my hand back, but my biceps were held under Camelia's tools. I sensed that Camelia hated me, though I didn't know why. She deliberately hurt me and enjoyed it.

"You are hurting me!" I scoffed, but that didn't bother Camelia; she just smiled faintly and continued to draw blood, her mocking voice echoing again. "Test subject, shut up!"

I was so irritated by her that my face turned red, but I knew I wasn't her match, which was really bad.

After the blood was drawn, Camelia stood up and roughly shoved me away. Having lost much blood, I was so dizzy that I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, I could hold onto the chair in time to barely stand.

Camelia saw my struggling appearance; she didn't mean to help but just stood with her arms crossed and clicked her tongue. "Too weak, you look pitiful. Unexpectedly, a person like you has thoughts beyond his identity. I take this opportunity to warn you it is best to stay away from Elmer; if I find out you have any intentions with him, I will strangle you immediately."

I furrowed my brows, clutching my arm with no strength left; in a flash, I understood everything; Camelia hated me from the first time I met everything because of Elmer.

Does she love Elmer?

"What do you think I mean with your Elmer?" I asked the opposite.

Camelia's face was not very good; she frowned at me. "What right do you have to call Elmer by name? You are just a prisoner, a test subject! Only because of this, you are honored to be in the same house as Elmer, do not give rise to mean thoughts because of this."

I didn't feel angry but just funny; I raised my chin and asked. "What are you to him?"

"Sooner or later, I will be Elmer's Luna." Camelia was pleased; the corners of her mouth curled into a smug smile at the mention of this.

I smiled faintly, said nothing, and just shook my head. Elmer is currently 22 years old, and he is single. He hasn't found his mate for four years since he was 18. That means Camelia is one-sided, or they have a shady relationship. However, Camelia becoming Elmer's Luna is ambiguous.

Seeing my expression, Camelia got slightly angry; her face turned red like a ripe tomato. "What are you laughing at? Do you believe I tore your mouth? Remember that I can experiment with everything on your body except to kill you; even if I gouge out your eyes and cut your tongue, no one will care."

I smiled casually at Camelia, then shrugged. "That you can rest assured. I have no interest in your Alpha, the ruthless and cold person known in the werewolf world. A person who only knows how to kill and bathe the enemy's blood, I find it disgusting but have no concept of love."

I don't hate Elmer as much as I say, but one thing is for sure he and I can't be a couple. So instead of getting in trouble with Camelia, I should have made it clear so she wouldn't give me a hard time; my life here would be better.

Camelia heard these words of mine with a highly complex emotion; it was evident on her face; perhaps she was angry because she dared to defame her beloved Alpha, but also glad that I did not intend to compete—Elmer with her.

"You don't have a mate yet? You're not 18 yet?" Camelia asked curiously.

I just calmly replied. "Not yet."

Camelia's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, staring at me for a few seconds as if thinking about something. I can guess Camelia's mind, so I'm one step ahead of her. "Unfortunately, if your Alpha is my mate, I would refuse too because if that's true, perhaps the moon goddess has mislabeled a predestined relationship."

She heard me say these words, and Camelia's facial muscles relaxed. Even though she said she still hated me in many ways, she was satisfied with my words deep down.

"Remember what you say!" Camelia warned me. "If I find out that you have different intentions than Elmer, you are dead."

I make an expression. "I have no interest in the man who takes me prisoner, a demon."

At the same time as Camelia's smug smile, I suddenly felt cold even though the sky was still hot. An awful suspicion was trying to tell me something terrible was about to happen. Before my brain could process it, my head automatically turned backward, and then the hairs on the back of my neck shivered as I caught sight of a pair of eyes colder than the ice at the South Pole.

Elmer stared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent like a shinigami from hell.

'Did he hear the whole thing I said defaming him? Right?' My whole body trembled as that thought enveloped me.

I must have just had a large amount of blood taken, so my mind is a bit fuzzy; at this time, hallucinations begin to appear. Why can I see a glint of disappointment in the bottom of Elmer's eyes?

"Hello, Alpha…" My expression stiffened when I saw Elmer approaching me.

He didn't even glance at me; he just coldly walked past me, stopped in front of the trash can, threw a bag of chips into it, and went straight upstairs.

I froze, my chest tightening as if something was suffocating. I couldn't take my eyes off the bag of hot potatoes; I clearly remember in the morning that I had negligently told the maid I wanted french fries.

'Could it be that Elmer bought it for me on purpose? And after hearing my disparaging words, he got angry and threw it away?' I sighed helplessly.