Mr. Levy and I were already in the car. My gaze was still blank, and my brain couldn't stop wondering what the hell was going on. I'd seen a few fantasy dramas with an afterlife theme, but all the characters would return to the time before their death, unlike what I was experiencing.
The purpose was clear. It was like God was giving them a chance to turn back time so they could prepare with anticipation and have a better life while I... what about me? If the afterlife really happened to me, what did the Moon Goddess want from me by bringing me back to life one day after my death?
"Are you alright?" asked Mr. Levy with an unchanging intonation that didn't sound like he was paying attention except as a formality—cold and unfeeling. I remembered how he had yelled at me at the restaurant earlier. Asking me to go back to the car and leaving him there wasn't a hurtful thing, but when he called me a burden.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry."
"Next time, prepare yourself well. I told you, didn't I?" I turned to him and saw a strange glint in his eyes. Of course, it was unreadable to me because I wasn't a psychic. I didn't even have the power to defend myself against rogue attacks. "You're a member of the Night Hunter Pack now. I will propose that the omegas get martial arts training. It's important for you guys."
"Fo-for what? I don't have any problems with Mr. Elmer. I just–" Wait! What did he mean to say that? Was I just overconfident that Mr. Levy knew so much about me? He seemed to be saying that this was his way of protecting me. Or was I just guessing when the truth wasn't like that?
"You don't need to know the reason. Too many weak omegas are victims of bullying and violence, including sexual violence."
"What?"
"You should know we've handled such cases non-stop for the past few months. That's why my father handed over this law firm to me. He couldn't accept the fact that he had lost repeatedly in court in defense of sexual assault victims." There was a pain he was holding back on his face as he said that. Was the case he had just talked about an important one? "I didn't say you were having trouble with Dexton, anyway."
Indeed, he didn't say it clearly, but everything he had just said gave me a new load of thoughts.
"We're going home now. I've told the other staff to handle the incoming requests while we do the other things that are important to us."
"Can you explain a bit about that?"
"Yes. So you see, since you are my personal assistant, you will be taking care of all aspects of me in detail. That means you have an important role and must be protected physically, mentally, and others that would be long to mention. To be sure, you've signed the contract, and I hope you've read everything about it." I was taken aback by the last sentence he said and immediately shook my head. "You didn't read it?"
"I-I thought I could trust you the way I trusted your father, so–" Mr. Levy closed his eyes with an annoyed chuckle.
"Ms. Foxx, no matter what or who you're dealing with, if it's related to an agreement or a deal, make sure you read the contract well and don't ignore every detail. If you're like this, you'll only harm yourself. Don't do the same thing at work because if that happens, I will fire you and more than that. Do you understand?" I nodded weakly and realized Mr. Levy's words were valid. I was working in the legal department, so it was only right to pay attention to such details and not ignore them just because of the principle of trust.
So what now? Should I continue with this job?
"Forget about the contract. Even if you don't read it carefully, there is no fraud, and you don't need to worry. Whatever I do is for the sake of the law firm and your safety. Because if you're in danger, so am I. So, obey whatever rules I make. We'll be there soon; just don't get too far away from me when we're there. Okay?"
I nodded obediently and looked out the window. I realized I had something to say, so my hand immediately touched Mr. Levy's arm to tell him. However, all of a sudden, time seemed to stand still. A strange feeling infiltrated my mind, and I quickly dismissed it by pulling my hand away. He looked equally shocked, but I wasn't sure what he was thinking.
"Do you have something to say?" he asked awkwardly.
"Um, sorry. Can I stop by a place before heading to your mansion? I want to go to the packhouse and see my fiancé. There's something I want to make sure of," I said, which made him frown. I promise I won't cause any trouble. I just want to talk to him."
"I'll accompany you all the way inside."
"No need, sir. I just–"
"Ms. Foxx, this is in the contract. So don't ever refuse. I'll take you there."
***
There he goes again. Gerald and a woman were having sex as if there were no obstacles, and I let the two of them finish one game to climax before moving in. Not much different from Dexton's expression in the restaurant earlier, Gerald also looked stunned when he saw me standing not far from the place where he spilled his sperm into that bitch's mouth.
I almost vomited my guts out, but not today. I hadn't even finished Tabitha's homemade food, and I had to witness this, which was really disgusting to me.
"She-Shenna? Aren't you–" Well... the same comment as Dexton and I were no longer surprised. Maybe they were dreaming the same thing as me, or maybe not. However, what would surprise them to see me if they did not? Was it because I caught him in the middle of an affair?
If it was because of that, really, somehow, I felt used to it despite the pain that seemed to pinch my heart.
"This is impossible," he muttered, which I couldn't help but hear.
Before long, Mr. Levy arrived, and with just a glance around the room, he seemed to know what had happened. One question annoyed Gerald, prompting him to do the unexpected: "Are you sure he's your fiancé, Miss Foxx? It looks like he's having fun with another woman besides you. Are you sure you're okay?"
Gerald pointed a forefinger at me with her jaw tightened. His gaze shifted from me to my boss. He should have known that Zachary Levy was the alpha's son in the Night Hunter Pack, who would later hold the position in place of his father, and if Gerald was lucky, he would become Mr. Levy's beta. However, the careless Gerald immediately approached and attacked him with an inappropriate sentence.
"What is this guy doing with you? Do you want to show me that you're attractive enough that this guy is willing to fuck you, huh? Then you deliberately set me up to make it look like I'm the guilty one?"
"Wh-what? What do you mean? I came to ask why you've been ignoring me these past few days?" I said, quite surprised at his words. How did he know that I had slept with Mr. Levy? Were he and Dexton really involved, or were they even the main culprits? I could see now that my question had made him flinch.
Come on, Gerald, say something. Tell me that it was just a dream and that your words about me having slept with Mr. Levy weren't because of you either.
"Aren't you who broke things off and met him secretly?" Wait! This was getting absurd. He could lie about anything, but not by accusing me of purposely breaking it off. Mr. Levy wasn't someone who would be interested in me. A man like him couldn't possibly...
"You're right. We did have sex, and I'm sorry to disappoint you. Do you think girls like her are unattractive? If so, it's a shame you've missed out," Mr. Levy said as my heart sank to the ground. "Oh, there's one more thing. From what I know, she's still a virgin. Is that right, Ms. Foxx?"
What? What should I do? Am I supposed to nod in affirmation of his question? Oh, Mr. Levy. Where were you taking this discussion? Please don't make trouble.
"Ha-ha! What do you want to prove exactly? She didn't answer, which means she's no longer a virgin. I'm not surprised. Maybe she's used to doing it with many men. Don't believe that strange, innocent face of hers. Or maybe... you raped her?"
"Watch your mouth, Gerry! I... I–" Shit! Why were I always at a loss for words whenever I wanted to defend myself?
"Well, why are you bringing up something you've already done, Mr. Barrington. You know what I mean, though. According to the law in the Night Hunter Pack, Article 231B on sexual harassment and violence, the perpetrator will be punished with at least exile and stripping of titles if they have any or at most castration. In addition, Article 145A on attempting to take a person's life until or not until death will be punished with at least exile and removal of title if it has or at most beheading, depending on which part of the victim's body is the center of death. Can you tell me where you ended her life? The neck, right? Or... do you want me to first read out the relevant articles according to our racial laws? You can imagine how severe the punishment would be, right?"
"What the fuck are you talking about!?"
"Oh, you know exactly what the fuck am I talking about."
What? Attempted murder? How could he conclude that there had been an attempted murder even remotely similar to the one in my dream? Did Gerald really commit that crime? This man... who exactly was he?