Chapter 3

I offered him my hand. "My name is Clara. From today on, I am your master."

He took a hesitant step forward.

His massive body crouched low before me, and his fluffy, silver-gray head rested gently in my palm.

His soft hair tickled my hand.

A deep, husky, and slightly raspy voice sounded: "Asher."

That was his name.

The guards stared with wide eyes, unable to believe that this SSS-class dangerous beast would submit so willingly.

Julian's face turned incredibly ugly. He glared at Asher nuzzling my hand, his fists clenching hard.

He let out a cold snort and grabbed Mia's hand. "What a show."

"Let's go, Mia. Since she loves living with wild beasts, let her rot. "

"When that dog loses his mind, don't expect me to save her."

Mia leaned against Julian, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. "Clara, Julian is mine now. I'll prove to you that real love doesn't need money."

They took the two suitcases and left.

I led Asher into the bathroom and pointed at the shower.

"Do you know how to use this? There are clean clothes in the cabinet. Don't come out until you're clean."

Asher nodded, his dark gold eyes locked onto me.

Only after I closed the bathroom door did the sound of running water begin.

Not long after, the door opened.

Asher walked out wearing an oversized black T-shirt.

Water droplets slid down his sharp jawline, dripping onto his collarbone.

His physique was perfect—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, packed with lean muscle.

But he was holding his stomach. At first, I thought he was sick, until I heard a loud, rumbling growl.

I couldn't help but laugh. I ordered the house butler to fetch some raw beast meat from the freezer.

The best ingredients only needed simple cooking.

I sprinkled some salt and pepper and put it straight into the oven.

Soon, the rich aroma of roasted meat filled the house.

Asher's eyes were glued to the oven, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

I set the roasted meat in front of him and handed him a fork and knife.

He didn't eat right away. Instead, he looked up at me.

"For me?"

"Eat up. In this house, you'll never go hungry."

He lowered his head and started tearing into the meat. He ate like a wild animal, but I found it quite cute.

At the same exact time, in Mia's rented apartment.

Mia poured a cheap, five-dollar bag of synthetic pig blood into a glass and handed it to Julian.

"Julian, sorry, but you'll have to drink this for now. Once I get my scholarship money next month, I'll buy you better ones."

Julian brought the glass to his lips, but a rancid, metallic stench hit his nose immediately.

He was used to drinking purified, custom-made blood infused with rare herbs. How could he stand this cheap stuff packed with preservatives?

With just one sip, he rushed to the sink and started vomiting violently.