Chapter 01:

•Third Person•

Catalina touched the book one more time before putting it on its shelves and went back to her bed, but before she could lay her head on her pillow, her phone suddenly rang. She sighed and took her phone from the side table and went to her balcony. 

"Mom, why?" she asked when she picked her call. "Any problem?"

"Did I disturb your sleep, baby?" She asked automatically when I'm done talking. 

Catalina wanted to shake her head in response but when she realized they were on the phone, she immediately opened her mouth and said, "No."

She heard her mom's heavy gasps on the other line. She's not new to this kind of situation so she already knows what her mom would say. "I need you to come here, darling. Me and your father need you here at the hospital." Catalina, who's an obedient child, nodded her head after her mom said those words.

She bid her goodbye and took her car keys and cardigan and went out. She was driving her car smoothly when her mom called again.

She clicked the answer button and loudspeaker the call, before saying her hello. 

"Child, where are you? There are lots of patients today because of the accident nearby, we need you here now."

"Yes, mom, I'm almost—what the—" Everything went black in Catalina's view, when her eyes got hit by the shattered windshield of her car, due to the collision of her car and the big blue truck in front of her. 

She can't move, see or hear anything. Her tears with blood stains run through her pale face. It seems like everything froze at that time, and before she could gather herself together, another truck collided with her car. It is as if those men wanted her dead right there at the same time.

With regrets, Catalina smiles bitterly at the unknown while waiting for her death.

—

THE room she's in is luxurious, beautiful, sophisticated, and cozy but the dark shade of the wall makes it look dangerous and terrifying. 

The wolf portrait hanging at the center, just above the black door looks amazing. It would be a nice sight if her eyes are not covered with almost transparent black cotton gauze. She moves her head hysterically with the reason to take the gauze off of her eyes. It went down but just enough to see a little bit of the dark room she's in. 

"Where am I? I know it's not my room. So what am I doing here? Am I dead—no, but why is it so dark here? What happened?" she asked, confused.

Her occupied room was eerily quiet and the wooden wall can't stop the noise outside. It's the reason why she was able to hear the sound of heavy footsteps. Her heart skips when she realizes that she maybe was captivated. Due to her rough movements her soft see-through red silk lingerie straps fall from her smooth, delicate, and milky white skin. 

Her trembling hands were tied with a silk quilt on the different side of the bed. Her heart beats faster when she hears a click and the door bursts open. 

'This must be a dream!' Paris uttered as silent as she could. 

Earlier that night she was peacefully lying on her bed and then her mom called her saying that she needs her assistance. As a good daughter she immediately went out and drove her car, but if only she knew that she'd die that night. If only she could have a time machine, maybe everything went well but... 

Waking up with a blindfold and veil on her pretty pea-size head is really terrifying. She breathed erratically when the stranger's came closer to her side. 

"Please…" she said, her voice almost breaking.

"Please what?" he asked. His deep and cold voice sent shivers to her spine. She even heard a low growl from him, it's like a dominant animal is on her side and ready to eat his prey. "What do you want, Miss Montessori?"

"Don't touch me. Don't come near me, I'm begging you, good sir. Can you please let me go—wait, what? I am not a Montessori! Don't  you know my family? I am a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Weinrich—the only daughter to be exact," She emphatically said to the person in front of him.

"Let you go?" She heard him chuckle. "This is your clan's will. So tell me one good reason why I need to let you go, Miss Montessori?" He laughs with no emotion, no humor, not even anger can be heard. "I feel sorry for you, Miss Montessori, but I don't have any intention to let go of my prey." 

Paris stopped breathing for a while and trembled in fear. "I am not a Montessori—" She shut her eyes tightly, when she felt a throbbing pain in her head. It was like she was inside someone's memories, though the woman looks similar to her but scenes flashing on mind was new to her. 

After sometime she opened her eyes and smiled bitterly. She was shocked but reading lots of books before, she immediately realized that, right at this moment Catalina is dead and she's a new person with memories. 

She should never have been in that room in the first place, her life from her past is much better than this. Why does she need to suffer?

Maybe because she's too greedy and quite spoiled by her parents? But she never bullied anyone, she even helped her parents with their business. Why is she suffering from bad karma, instead of leaving peacefully? 

As what she recovers from the owner's memory. She's here to replace her half sister—Alena Montessori.

The McWood family has a tradition that the bride of the alpha must be checked by the eldest wolf of their clan. And Alena thought that she's not clean enough to pass the checking, so they sent her half-sister—Paris Montessori.

Lucas McWood's mate died in an accident and since he needed a Luna for their clan. Southeast pack, offered Alena to unite with the most powerful clan. 

Because of McWood's popularity during war—they defeated rogues and also vampires who's  terrorizing wolves, everyone adore them, but not Paris Montessori, she hated Lucas a long time ago because of his bad temperament. Paris is the illegitimate daughter of Carlos Montessori from the omega of their clan, and because of that they hide her identity, not until today.

However, Paris was not the only one who didn't want the marriage. The McWood's family were also against it, the reason why they deliberately requested the tradition to be done a week before the marriage to humiliate the Montessori family. Who proudly insisted that their first child—Alena, is still a virgin and chosen by the moon goddess. 

Paris is only a sacrificial lamb and she will only be her for the checking. After tonight she will leave this room, this clan, without a word or trace and will be replaced by Alena. The reason why she was covered with a veil and the dark room won't give a hint about her face. 

Now that the real Paris is dead, the new occupant of her body—Catalina, didn't know what to do. She's a simple human being, born in a human world and now that she encounters werewolves that are way too different from her, her heart shakes in fear. 

"I don't… I mean, I'm scared," she uttered, quivering. She was still blindfolded and tied and the smell of his perfume and natural smell, brought a different chill to her whole body. "I'm not ready for this, please, let me calm myself for a while." Her voice was stuttering, in fear that he might get offended. 

She gasped when her small chin was pinched by the man in front of her. "I won't listen to any of your whining or words, Miss Montessori."

Even though Paris couldn't see the appearance of the man, she could still feel the powerful aura that lingers around the room she's in. It's too dangerous to even breathe that same air with this stranger. Especially when she realized that his face is just an inch closer to her. She could even smell his mint-like breath.

"Stop…" Paris said, while struggling to untangle the silk. But before she could do it, the man grabbed her arms and wrapped her in his embrace. 

Paris felt her cheeks getting hot thinking about their position. It was her first time to be touched by a man. And her whole life she only imagined herself to be with her senior—Azrael Imperial.

"Do you think that you have the right to stop me?" He asked in that indifferent tone. "Know your place, Montessori," he growled.

She growled too and wiggled away from his touch. She could hear the contempt and disdain from his voice, it was as if she was judged already as one of dirtiest creatures living on earth. 

"Do you feel bad?" he asked, pinching her chin tighter than the first time he did it and laughing sarcastically. "But I want you to feel bad. You're unwanted, Miss Montessori, your parents sent you here to be ruined and get dirty. You are a slut."

She took a deep breath and said, "If it's up-to me, if only I could choose, I definitely would never come here. Not now, not ever."

Both of them—Paris and Catalina, don't want to be part of this drama. Paris herself is an unwanted child of Montessori, during her helpless state and lowest point when her mother died. The Montessori family gave her shelter and food, it was the reason why she's here to pay her debt to this family.

Paris heard the man chuckled again; it was cold, stoic, and almost sinister. She hardened her face when she felt him brushing the side of her cheeks.

"Don't act innocent, woman. Coz whatever you do, you will always be a slut for me," he said, and gave a mirthless laugh. "Both of us know how cunning your family is. You're so desperate to gain power, you always wanted to replace my Luna, aren't you? But I warned you, Alena Montessori, I'll make your life a living hell. You're not worthy of my respect."

Paris realized that the man on top of her is none other than Lucas McWood, himself, not the eldest of the clan but the Alpha. Paris clenched her fist in anger, but didn't say any words to contradict him. There was a low rumble outside, followed by the monstrous sound of thunder. The same time she felt someone on top of her, uncovering her body from the skimpy piece of cloth. 

She's scared and to lessen her fear, Paris immediately squeezed her eyes shut. But the painful sensation coming in between her legs, caused by the sudden attack of the penetrator, made her open her eyes again. 

A tear fell down from the left side of her eyes. If this happens when she was in her previous world, her parents will do anything just to kill this man. But since she's here, and knowing that the weak must succumb to someone who's stronger she can't do anything about it. 

She's trying her best to calm down but everytime he pushes his erected private part forcefully, the pain doubles.

"I'll be free after this," she whimpers. She wanted to brush her tears but her hands were tied. The only thing she could do is turn her head to her left side and let her tears fall down in one place. "I need to endure this pain  tonight and be free," a low but convincing voice left out of her mouth, before closing her eyes again.