Chapter 3
"Him…" Rein murmured.
That voice—it was exactly the same as the man from her dreams, the one who always claimed to own her, want her, possess her.
Her head throbbed as unfamiliar laughter and unknown voices rang in her mind. Strange images flashed through her memory, like fragments of someone else's life.
"Was she going crazy?" she asked herself.
Then it clicked.
Realization struck like lightning—she was no longer on Earth.
According to the memories she had received, the original owner of the body was named Mireya—a warrior princess, famous and admired throughout every kingdom. That was until one day, a powerful force came and wiped out nearly everyone in her land. Mireya had never been the type to run or cower in fear. After her father's warning, she had decided to seek a way to defeat the enemy.
Unknowingly, she had entered enemy territory.
And that was how she had ended up here—in this brothel.
What infuriated Rein the most was the reason for her capture. She had been sold off to five Alphas simply because of her high fertility rate.
In this world, a woman's worth was tied solely to her ability to bear children.
They were called breeders.
Rein snapped out of her trance after a few seconds of silence from outside.
"I need to escape," she muttered.
Scanning the room for another exit, it was obvious she could not leave through the door. But then she spotted an open window.
"What if I jump through it?" she smirked at the thought. Just as she was about to go through with her plan, she froze. A metallic clink echoed.
A knife.
Her brows furrowed as she examined it. It had a black handle with a red dragon carved into it. There was clearly more to the blade than met the eye.
Shaking her head, reminding herself that she had a plan to execute, she grabbed the knife and headed toward the window.
"I am really lucky this time." The ground was only 0.5 meters away. Easy.
Sitting on the narrow ledge, she steadied herself—one hand gripping the window frame, the other hanging limp at her side. Her eyes locked onto the landing spot below. She was just about to leap when—
"What are you doing?"
The voice vibrated around the room, startling Rein and nearly making her lose balance.
Turning her head, she saw him.
He looked exactly like the man from her dreams—tall and commanding. His broad shoulders cast a long shadow over her. Dark, tousled hair framed a sharply chiseled face. High cheekbones and a strong jawline hinted at both nobility and danger.
In her dreams, his gaze had always been cold and emotionless. But now… there was something else. A flicker of interest she did not recognize.
"Isn't it obvious? I want to jump," she said boldly.
"Through the window?" he raised an eyebrow. "Why not use the door like a normal person?"
"I am not stupid. I am planning an escape. Why would I walk out the front gate of the enemy's fortress?" Rein replied, her voice firm.
He took slow, deliberate steps toward her.
"Why… are you coming closer?" she asked, her fingers tightening on the ledge.
"Where do you think you can run to?" he asked, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"Do not come any closer, or I will jump," Rein warned, steeling herself.
"You will?" he teased, inching nearer.
"Who does this guy think he is?" she mused.
And then—she jumped.
Or tried to.
She had braced herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, she was hanging midair.
The wind brushed against her skin, but there was no landing.
Her eyes widened.
Something had caught her.
She looked up—and froze.
A majestic wolf's head was poking through the window, its jaws clenched gently around her hair.
Mockery sparkled in its glowing blue eyes.
Before she could process anything, it tugged her upward. Rein had no choice but to grab the windowsill and climb back inside.
Back in the room, she gasped at the full figure of the beast. Its massive body was sleek, powerful—black fur rippling with each breath. Eyes like fire, fangs bared.
"What am I going to do? Is it going to attack me?" Fear crept down her spine. The creature was a little larger than her.
Remembering the knife she had picked up, she swung it at the wolf's face. To her surprise—it flinched.
"Who knew this little thing could scare a beast like you," she muttered, a smirk playing on her lips.
But then it happened.
The wolf shimmered—its fur shifting like liquid shadow. Bones cracked, limbs stretched, light swirled—and before her stood a man.
Naked.
"Ahh! Why are you naked?" Rein screamed, about to cover her eyes—until she remembered she still had a weapon to wield.
He dodged the swing, chuckling. "Woah, you are a fierce one. Be careful with that knife, you might hurt someone."
"Do not come any closer, or else…" she warned, still swinging the blade in defense.
Backing toward the door, she reached for the handle—but before she could turn it, he yanked her backward.
She crashed into his chest.
"This guy is a pervert," she muttered under her breath, feeling his warmth and unfortunately " everything else" .
He chuckled darkly. "Where do you think you were going? In case you have not been informed, my name is Rohan—one of the Alphas who bought you. You cannot escape me."
"I think you have got the wrong person. I am not the original owner of this body. I will never belong to anyone. I am not an object!" Rein protested, desperate.
But Rohan was not listening.
He tossed her over his shoulder like a sack.
"Where are you taking me?! Especially naked! I am not going anywhere with you like this—put me down!" she yelled, struggling.
"At least let us get dressed!"
Unbothered, Rohan descended the staircase, heading straight to the front desk—
Ready to check out his newly acquired breeder.