No Longer Begging For Your Love Novel by Rely _ Novel




No Longer Begging For Your Love Chapter 01

Serena’s POV
I was drunk.
I sat at the entrance of the bar, smoking to sober up.
A peddler timidly shuffled over.
"Miss, you look really stressed out. Need to let off some steam?
“I have a Stress-relief werebeast that can help you unwind."
"What?"
I waved my hand to clear the swirling smoke.
The peddler vigilantly scanned the area, and after confirming no one was around, he waved at the distance and called that werebeast over.
This was a werewolf, tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
When he stood still, he blocked the bar's lights, casting a shadow over me.
Before I could react, the peddler yanked the crude collar around his neck, forcing him down on one knee.
He removed the rusty muzzle.
He grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, revealing his entire face.
Fair skin.
A high, straight nose bridge.
Thin, tightly pursed lips.
Bruises marked his brow bone and the corners of his mouth.
His narrow eyes stared at me relentlessly, just like a wild beast.
The peddler patted his face hard.
"Look here, Miss. With a pretty face like this, it'd feel great to hit him, wouldn't it?"
I swallowed hard, feeling a bit tempted.
He was exactly my type.
Plus, my doctor said I had a hormonal imbalance and really needed to de-stress.
However... I already had a Companion Werewolf named Julian Vance at home.
Julian would probably mind.
Seeing my hesitation, the peddler kicked the werewolf.
"Damian Black, get up. Show the lady your muscles."
The werewolf stood up rather slowly.
With chains wrapped around his body, he could only use one hand to strip off his black T-shirt, instantly revealing lean, fair, and well-defined muscles.
Except his body was covered in scars and bruises.
The peddler quickly put the muzzle back on him and slapped his strong arm muscles.
"Look at this, Miss. Great stamina, incredible recovery rate.
"Two thousand bucks for two hours of stress relief.
"You just let it all out. As long as you don't slit his throat and bleed him dry, he'll bounce back."
"Slit his throat and bleed him dry?" I was startled.
Have people's sexual fetishes really become this twisted nowadays?!
Absolutely terrifying!
Whatever, Julian wouldn't let me touch him anyway.
Since this one was cheap, I might as well buy an obedient one to take back.
"How much to buy him outright?" I stood up, asking in a slightly drunken daze.
"Heh, that won't be cheap," the peddler rubbed his hands together. "He's the best merchandise we have."
"Name your price."
"58,888!"
I froze for a second.
My parents had spent millions to buy Julian for me.
I couldn't believe this one was so cheap.
"Think it's too expensive? Then let's make it 58,000."
In the end, I bought Damian for 50,000.

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