However, Isabella’s forceful punch was effortlessly deflected by Brandon.
It wasn’t until they engaged physically that Isabella realized Brandon was skilled in combat, and she was no match for him.
However, she was definitely not a woman who would just wait for her fate. Leveraging her feminine advantage, she scratched and bit Brandon. For a moment, Brandon couldn’t take advantage of her.
Isabella had scratched up Brandon’s face. He touched the blood on his face, smirked coldly, ‘You’re quite a fiery one. Not bad, I like them spicy; it’s more interesting in bed.’
After speaking, Brandon lunged towards Isabella.
Men and women inherently have differences in physical strength. Isabella gradually grew weak, and Brandon managed to overpower her onto the couch.
Despite her efforts, he tore her blouse.
She started feeling panic and fear. If this beast defiled her, she was certain she’d rather die.
She struggled while screaming. She didn’t believe the soundproofing in the room was perfect. If someone heard her, there might still be hope for rescue. If not, she’d drag him down with her.
In her struggle, Isabella reached for a bottle of alcohol, but Brandon snatched it away.
“You’re asking for it,” Brandon grabbed her hair, pinning her down on the couch. “I advise you not to struggle. I’m not Andrew, I won’t be so tender. Don’t blame me if I hurt you.”
At this point, Isabella felt like a fish on a chopping board, feeling a sense of hopelessness. Tears streamed down her face.
At the height of despair, there was suddenly a loud bang at the door, and then, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside.
Andrew rushed in first. He saw Brandon pinning Isabella down, and his blue eyes instantly turned blood-red. His pupils became slit-like.
He swiftly approached, pulling Brandon off the couch and pressing him against the nearby wall.
Brandon’s reaction was slow, attempting to resist, but he was no match for Andrew. After a few moves, he was pinned against the wall again.
Andrew’s hand gripped Brandon’s throat, tightening. His nails, due to his growing lack of restraint, lengthened and dug into Brandon’s skin.
“What… what kind of monster are you?” Brandon struggled to breathe, staring at Andrew whose eyes were filled with a murderous rage. He was terrified.
“Since you’re tired of living, I’ll send you on your way.” Andrew’s eyes were blood-red, and his fingers exerted more pressure. Out of anger, black fur sprouted on both sides of his face.
“You… monster… no, don’t touch me!” Brandon had no strength to struggle, his eyes lifeless, beginning to scream.
“Let me go, please, I was wrong.”
Seeing Alpha losing control, Ryan hurried over, gripping Andrew’s hand. “Andrew, don’t spill blood for such a person. It’s not worth it.”
Andrew glanced coldly at Ryan, but his grip tightened, exuding a chilling intent.
Ryan, in desperation, grabbed Andrew’s wrist, gritting his teeth and whispered, “Alpha, don’t let anger override your reason. It will scare Isabella!”
Mentioning Isabella, Andrew’s pupils contracted; he hadn’t completely lost his sanity. He released his grip, and Brandon fell against the wall like a pile of mud.
Andrew ignored him and walked over to Isabella.
She curled up on the couch, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, silently lifting her from the couch, and swiftly left.”
“He carried her out of the club and placed her directly into the car, which sped away.
The night streets were desolate, and the scenery along the way was unfamiliar.
Curled up in the passenger seat, Isabella had no idea where he was taking her.
The car eventually entered a gated community and stopped in front of a standalone villa.
The three-story villa had a distinctive architectural style, resembling a European-style castle. Surrounding the villa were extensive grounds with tall sequoia trees and some precious shrubbery.
It was evident that this was a property owned by him.
Once inside the villa, Andrew released his hold on her.
“The bathroom is on the second floor. Go take a shower,” Andrew’s handsome face was grim, his voice cold and harsh. He didn’t want to witness her in this sorry state anymore.
Wrapped tightly in a suit jacket, Isabella didn’t retort. Barefoot, she stepped onto the solid wood staircase.
Navigating the stairs, she found herself on the second floor, where several rooms were situated. After a moment’s confusion, she located the master bedroom, which had an ensuite bathroom.
The master bedroom covered about fifty square meters and included a small study of about fifteen square meters. The decor predominantly featured dark colors, in line with Andrew’s style.
The ensuite bathroom was quite spacious, even hosting a large enough massage bathtub for two.
At this moment, Isabella had no mood for a bath. She turned on the shower, quickly cleansing herself.
Judging by the chilly atmosphere of this villa, it seemed uninhabited for a long time. Yet, the bathroom was stocked with toiletries and skincare products.
After her shower, she realized there were no spare clothes. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
Inside the master bedroom were two wardrobes filled with his clothes. She grabbed a shirt at random and put it on.
Wearing his clothes was better than being undressed.
Isabella descended the stairs in the shirt. In the living room, Andrew stood by the French windows, hands gripping the railing, his knuckles turning blue, revealing his extreme anger.
She cautiously approached him and embraced him from behind.
“Let go,” he uttered coldly, releasing her hand from around his waist.
She lost her balance, falling to the ground, her arms encircling her knees, head buried against them, crying softly. Her cries were like a kitten’s wails, chilling to the bone.
Andrew frowned, observing her, unmoving. However, his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed.
After crying for a while, she rose from the ground. Once again, she threw herself into his arms, burying her head against his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
“Andrew, I’m scared,” she whimpered, genuinely frightened.
This time, Andrew didn’t push her away. His lips curled into a coldly mocking smile. “You’re scared now? It should be me who’s afraid. Isabella, do you have any sense of vigilance at all?”
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt warmth on his lips.
Isabella’s arms had unknowingly wound around his neck as she stood on tiptoes, kissing him.
Her tender lips carried a slight chill as they softly pressed against his. Her kisses lacked technique but ignited a feverish heat within him, leaving him defenseless.
Andrew’s palm rested on her slender waist, tracing upward along her spine. They fell together into the large sofa behind them, arms wrapped around each other.
During the passionate kiss, Isabella stared into Andrew’s eyes, showing a shocked expression, but he didn’t show any fear, fixating with his red, slitted pupils.
“Andrew… am I hallucinating?” she couldn’t believe it, wiping her eyes. “Your eyes…”
“Yes,” Andrew focused, “I am a werewolf.”
“What?!” she exclaimed, moving away from him, but he pulled her back into his embrace.
“Isabella, you despise lies, so I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m not human; my family belongs to the Shadow Clan of werewolves, hidden in human society.”
“Wait! Andrew, this… this is too unbelievable,” she broke free from his hold again, cautiously examining his eyes.
Finding out Andrew was Jacob Turner’s youngest son had been shocking enough, but now, learning that her jobless vagrant was a werewolf was even more dramatic than a movie plot!
“Isabella, you know I never lie,” Andrew cradled her face tenderly, speaking affectionately. “You are my Mate, and our bond was given by the Moon Goddess.”
“M-Mate?”
“Yes, once werewolves find their Mate, they can’t love anyone else. Mate is everything to them. So, Isabella, don’t make me worry again. You’ll drive me insane.” His voice was deep and seductive, luring her in.
Isabella’s heart raced, feeling an unknown warmth surging through her body, causing her to feel weak. She involuntarily leaned into his touch, intoxicated by the scent he emitted.
Staring at his revealed fangs and red pupils, she realized, with a sudden realization, that she had seen his wolf eyes several times before.
Sensing her reaction, he gently smiled. “You felt our bond, didn’t you?”
She remained silent, covering her blushing cheeks, “S-So, your family are all werewolves?!”
“Yes, not just my family, Asher is also a werewolf.”
“What?” Isabella was astonished.
“Actually, he’s a Hybrid,” Andrew smirked, thankful she didn’t get too scared. “I am a werewolf, so our baby will naturally inherit my bloodline.”
He then embraced her again. She wanted to ask more, but Andrew silenced her with a kiss.
During their passionate embrace, they tangled together almost all night, from the living room sofa to the large bed in the bedroom.