At a class reunion, my fiancé, Joseph Crawford’s ex-girlfriend accidentally dirtied my new dress. She apologized in a panic, saying, “Sorry, I will compensate you.” “My fiancée’s dress is a million-dollar auction collectible. I bought it for her last year,” Joseph smiled and replied indifferently. Chelsea Richards collapsed to the ground, her face turning pale.
My husband Chris enfolded his secretary, lovingly. His colleague sent me a creepshot of that and said, “You’d better keep your eye on her, Sophie.” I didn’t pay much attention to it. Because I saw that secretary’s face once in a company group photo Chris showed me. No makeup, no shining glow, quite plain among all those pretty girls. Chris had also complained to me countless times about her: “I’ve never seen someone so incompetent. She can’t do anything right.” “She looks so ordinary and doesn’t know how to dress. That hurts my company’s image.” His tone of disdain was still ringing in my ears. But later on, he beat her fiancé up and got detained for 10 days, all for her sake.
I thought I would have loved Ollie Lindsey for a long time if I hadn’t seen that tweet from Sharon Mitchell. She posted a picture of the rain from the car with the caption. “After all these years, you are the only one willing to spend three hours waiting for me to get off work.” The picture was posted on my birthday. And that day, I waited for Ollie at home for three hours.
My mom was divorced, and the one to blame was my aunt, Grace. Since she only wanted me in the divorce, Aunty Grace kicked her out and left her nothing. On the court’s judgment day, I said I would live with my father in front of everyone. I was 12, and I had just started my revenge.
Fiona I hurried down the corridor toward Baron’s hotel room, dragging my wedding dress’s heavy layers. Irritation rolls off my skin like a thick fog. Who disappeared before their wedding rehearsal? Especially with all the guests the wedding had attracted. It wasn’t every day the daughter of the Alpha from the Red Moon pack married the son of the Alpha from the Blue Moon pack. I reached Baron’s hotel room, and a female voice rose to my sensitive ears. “Oh honey, you’re awesome. I’m going to be pregnant with your cubs!” I blinked hard with confusion. Was I at the wrong room? I tugged my dress up and pulled my phone out from the silk garter on my thigh, and checked the email with all the hotel rooms and who they were assigned to. I looked at the gold plate with thick black numbers reading 505 on the door. It was Baron’s room. I put my phone back and p ushed the handle down, and to my surprise, the door opened without a key card. I peered in, and there on the sofa was my fiancé exercising his passion vigorously with another woman. Her hair was in long waves the color of sunlight, and her skin was smooth and unmarked, like a caramel treat. Baron was eating her up. My jaw dropped in disbelief. He was having an affair the day before our wedding. Betrayal cooled my blood from my head to the soles of my feet. The walls that held my emotions fell, and anger heated the blood in my veins. I clenched my fists, snapped my jaw closed, and straightened my spine, doing my best to hold back my anger. I was a Luna. Baron and I belonged to a family marriage, or what some called an arranged marriage. We grew up together, and I knew very early that I would be his wife. As the daughter of an Alpha, my marriage was a tool to develop a stronger pack. Like many aristocrats, I received an elite education with no fun and no friends. Nevertheless, I was a perfect Luna. In fact, I outscored many males in school, in class, and in combat. Clearly, that meant little to Baron and afforded me no respect. I did not choose my groom but I was going to have the perfect wedding and Baron was trying to take that away from me. I poured over all the details of this wedding to ensure it would be perfect. And he was mess it up with his disappearing act to play with another woman. I don’t make a scene; too many guests are attending the wedding rehearsal in the main hall. So, I silently closed the door, having not been seen. I glanced down the corridor to see who was mingling near the main hall. No one was there. If I don’t arrive with Baron soon, people would ask questions. I fidgeted with the top ruffle of my dress, trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. I dropped the ruffle and crossed my arms under my chest. I leaned into my right hip. My fiancé was topless, with bruises, bites, and scratch marks covering his body. His black hair was loose and skimming his shoulders. “Don’t you think you should explain something to me?” I said, cold and calm, raising a thin eyebrow at him. I pointed to a bite mark on his shoulder. “But let’s face it. There’s no good explanation for that.” Baron’s black eyes looked at me in disgust, his tone impatient, “I’m tired of your cold attitude toward me. We have known each other since childhood. I thought by now, with our wedding tomorrow, you would show some hint of fondness toward me. But look at you. Even now,” He ran a hand over the marks, “with this before you, you’re a cold, emotionless robot. It disgusts me.” “You want me to care about you? To desire you when I was never given a choice.” I run a hand over my silver hair pinned up in curls. “How can I care about you when you have an affair the day before our wedding?” “Wedding?” Baron sneered, “There will be no wedding. I won’t marry you. Lily is the one I love. Not you.” I exploded with anger and slapped Baron across the face as hard as I could without full-on punching him. “You bastard!” My teeth clenched. “You can’t do this to me. It will bring me dishonor. This wedding is about our packs becoming stronger. Not if we love each other.” His eyes grow round, astonished. I heaved my long skirt up and turned to leave. The wedding has captured so much attention for the strength the union would bring, but now the nobles would talk about it for an entirely different reason now. I held back the tears that stung my eyes, maintained my composure, walked past the main hall, and finally returned to my hotel room. I grabbed the whiskey provided by the hotel for every room and chugged. First, it burned my throat, and next, my stomach. I never drank. I didn’t know how to face my father. Lying on the bed in a sea of ruffles, I watched the room slowly spin. My leg vibrated several times before I realized it was my phone in the garter. I blinked at the phone. It was too bright, and I could hardly focus on it. It was a text message from my only friend, Nina. I sat up and read her text. Nina: Where are you? Everyone is looking for you. I tried to get my thumbs to work right. Me: Drunk in my room. Nina: Without me! Not cool. Why are you drunk? Me: Baron called off the wedding. Nina: What for? Me: I am cold and heartless. Nina: What a jerk. I didn’t like him anyway. You are better off without him. Hold on. I have to text someone else quickly. I dropped the phone and peered at myself in the room’s wall mirror. Half my curls had fallen around my face. The silver of my hair made the blue in my eyes glow. I glanced at the dress, squeezing my body too tight. I pushed to my feet and swayed. My fingers searched for the stupid zipper, and I yanked it down. The dress fell to the floor, and I kicked it. “I didn’t really like you anyway, so there.” I sighed, again looking at myself. Why didn’t Baron care about me? Am I not desirable? My body was lean, with tight cords of muscle. I worked out every day fighting males in my pack. Every day I showed them I was worthy of being their Luna. I ran a hand over a few of my scars. My body wasn’t smooth and unmarked like the woman that had been with Baron. My phone vibrated and lit up. Nina: I called a Call Boy for you? He has an eight-pack of abs and skin the color of wheat. He can give you everything you want! He is right here in the hotel. Room number 705! Go have some fun. Unlike other nobles, Nina was a deviant, and I love her for it. Usually, I would have ignored this message. But after what Baron said today, I picked up the phone and replied to the message. Me: Okay. I wore the sexy dress Nina forced me to bring and walked toward room 705. Bumping into a wall here and there, and then a table I finally made it to the Call Boy’s room, where the door was partly opened. Curious about what a golden God looked like, I opened the door further and poked my head in. The wooden door creaked loudly, and I paused. A moment later, a half-naked man wrapped in a towel appeared. As Nina said, the man was very handsome. He was a foot taller than me and powerfully built. My body hummed with desire. Wow. He is way sexier than Baron. I smiled and tiptoed my fingers up his hard chest to lace them into shaggy golden hair. His eyes were as golden as the rest of him, like warm honey I wanted to lick. Unable to resist my growing desire, I pushed him deeper into the room. “Time to do your job, boy, make me fun.”
Fiona The door clicked closed behind me. The rigid plate of muscle under my fingertips flexed, and my wrists were firmly clamped by large hands and pulled away from the beautiful body I wanted to lick. A deep rich voice caused my blood to hum with delight. “Hold on there. Who are you?” The Call Boy held my arms out wide, and his warm honey gaze slowly and seductively glided downward, lingering at my breast and then hips. A whistle sounded smoothly into the air, and I shivered. “You’re something to look at, aren’t you. But I think you are in the wrong room.” I twisted against his hold instinctively, sidestepped him, and shoved him back over my leg. Surprised, he stumbled to the floor and peered up at me. A handsome smile broke across the sharp plains of his face making him look young and playful. I gasped and covered my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” The words came out in a slur hiccup, and I blinked. Wow. I’m drunk. I giggled to myself and then snorted. I shook my head, the remaining pins fell free, and my hair tumbled down my back. The Call Boy on the floor rose to an elbow. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and seen.” He reaches a large hand toward my thigh and caressed it. Sexy? Baron never called me sexy or even tried to put the moves on me. Anytime I wanted to show him an interest in having sex, he refused me. A girl can only be rejected so many times before she starts to think something is wrong with her. The Call Boy’s hand skimmed under the edge of the short blue sequined dress from Nina. His rough hand caused my heart to jolt and my pulse to pound. I ran a hand through my hair and licked my lips. My wolf was just under my skin, urging me to act. Encouraging me to feel everything. I shoved the call boy to the floor with my bare foot. He didn’t resist. He placed his hand behind his head and watched me. I liked it. I knelt and straddled his waist. Shimming the dress up. “I don’t know who you are, but I am happy to assist you in any way.” The Call Boy’s smile grew larger, taking up his entire face. It made my toes curl, and I melted a little. I touched his lips, wondering if they were as soft as they looked. A fire ignited in his eyes, and I wanted to feel all of him. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his chest. Then I realized his chest and torso were littered with scars resembling fang marks and slashes. Just as I began to wonder how he had gotten such wounds, he pulled off his towel and then gripped my hips, rubbing the strength of his desire between my legs. All thoughts vanished only to reveal the heat of passion. I rocked my hips against him. He sat up and unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head. Breast freed, he placed light kisses over them. Next, he rolled me onto my back, where he gently pulled off my panties. He leaned back, watching me again. My body arched toward him, needing him. Slowly he covered my body with his. He went to kiss me, and I turned my head so then he kissed my neck, moving lower and lower. I moaned as he left trails of fire under my skin. My core tightened, and I pressed into him, needing more than he gave me. I gripped his hips and placed the tip of his passion where I needed him most. Slowly he entered my wet heat, and I moaned. Initially, the rhythm was slow and seductive, but desire rose swiftly and forcibly. I held on to his broad shoulders as he lifted me from the floor and leaned me against the wall driving deep. My nails dug into his skin, holding him firmly in place. I met his thrusts with my own desire. Together we tumbled over the edge of ecstasy and release. Panting, I leaned against him, all my energy spent. He carried me to a large bed covered in golden silks. He really was a golden God. Stretched out beside me, he grinned. “Did that meet expectations?” “Oh yes.” My eyes grew heavy, and sleep was a breath away when a faint voice entered my mind. “What is your name?” A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Fiona.” Sunlight baths my skin, and I wiggled against the sheets. Every part of my body screams at me not to move. I blinked against the light and tried to work through the fog in my mind. Where the hell am I, and why am I naked? I carefully sat up and rubbed my eyes. As the room came into focus and the large golden male next to me, I bit my lips and remembered our time together. I wanted to reach out and touch him to make sure last night was real, but the day’s weight hit. My wedding day. I didn’t tell my parents about Baron calling off the wedding. I prayed he told everyone, so I didn’t have to. Where is my phone? Everyone is going to be freaking out. What was I thinking coming here? Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t. I slipped off the bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, cleaned up, and dressed. When I came out, a sigh took hold. It was a great night. I put a pile of money and a note on a small table by the door. That read, “Thanks for all the fun. Keep the tip.” Careful not to be seen by anyone, I got to my room, where I found Nina lying on the bed reading a magazine wearing tight jeans and a crop top. Her short blue hair is now fire red. “So, how was the call boy I set up for you?” An unwelcome blush crept into my cheeks, and I searched for my phone. There are over fifty-five texts from my family and Baron’s. Crap. I hurried into the bathroom, stripped, and jumped into the shower, not wanting to discuss my bad choices. The toilet lid dropped, and Nina’s voice rang out. “Your sad, pathetic fiancé told the Blue and Red Moon packs this morning at the wedding breakfast he was calling off the wedding. Told everyone he was in love with some Omega, Lily. Can you believe he really thinks he can call off the wedding?” I peeked past the shower curtain. “At least he told everyone, so I didn’t have to. My father is going to skin me alive.” Nina’s heart-shaped face grew serious. “So, how was the top male escort I picked? I was going for the opposite of Baron, large and muscular, not tall and skinny?” An image of the call boy’s well-developed body took hold, and I sighed. He was beautiful. Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from outside the hotel room. Nina popped up to have a look. She opened the room door to see what was happening. With a towel wrapped around me, I glanced down the hall behind her. The hotel manager rushed past, looking disoriented. Nina leaned against the door frame and whispered, “I wonder if it is Alpha Alexander. I heard he lives here.” “Really? I thought he was off fighting the vampires that were trying to take over the outer rim of King Pack. He is never seen in public unless he is fighting with his wolves. He is supposedly wild, grotesque, and terrifying.” “Or maybe for once, your father has your back, and he is beating the crap out of Baron for calling off the wedding.” I rolled my eyes. “Wishful thinking,’ I say. “I met this sexy guy yesterday in the lobby, and he accidentally let it slip that he is Alexander’s beta and best friend. The Alpha King is getting old and weak. So Alpha Alexander will announce that he is returning to take the throne.” Nina closed the door, and I dug for a change of clothes. I needed to read all the texts and see how much trouble I was in. Nina held up her phone. There is a photo of a side profile of a large man that is very blurry. I stared at it, feeling like I had seen this person somewhere before, but I was too worried about my family to care about the picture.
Fiona Having changed into smart-looking black slacks and a pale blue blouse, I sat down to read all my texts. Many spoke of the shame I brought the Red Moon pack. Anger twisted in my chest. I hadn’t called off the wedding Baron had. I had been ready and willing to fulfill the wedding contract my father had set with Baron’s pack. If anyone should be ashamed, it should be Baron. He could have kept Lily as a mistress as most alphas did, but instead, he had chosen love over the obligation to his pack. I didn’t understand it at all. There was never a time when a male tempted me to turn away from my duty as a Luna. After about the twentieth text from my father, I stopped reading, feeling empty and numb. I put on oversized sunglasses and a floppy-brimmed hat and told Nina goodbye. I kept my head down as I checked out at the front desk. The grand reception hall I had so expertly decorated yesterday with silk, lace, and lights emptied out one Tulip floral arrangement at a time. My heart ached at all the work that had gone into designing the hall, and I pressed my lips. I peered around, hoping not to run into anyone, but to my surprise, the lobby was as empty and cold as my chest. When I returned home, my parents and younger brother, Liam, were waiting in the living room. I hurried past them, going straight to my room, but my father caught my arm in his meaty grip. I dropped my bags. “Don’t you run past me, young lady. It is unacceptable. You are a Luna. You have explaining to do,” says my father sternly. “What is there to explain? Baron called off the wedding.” I tugged my arm free. Red marks are already forming. I placed a mask of indifference upon my face. I will not let him see how his words cut me. “You disappeared before the wedding rehearsal. Everyone started to ask questions. That kind of behavior is damaging to the family’s reputation and to your brother. I am an Alpha; I must have control of my family.” In an even tone, I say, “Father, Baron didn’t show up to the rehearsal, or did you not notice? I went to go find him. How does that look poorly upon Liam or you? When I found Baron with another woman, he said the wedding was off. So I went to my room. What else could I do?” “You should have come to me. I should not have found out the day of the wedding at breakfast with everyone else. As if I was some Omega.” “Father, he doesn’t want to marry me. Please let it go. We can find another pack to form an alliance with.” My father’s face darkened with disgust. I took a step back. “Do not speak to me about forming a different alliance. You have no idea what this alliance means to our pack. No low Omega will break the alliance.” My eyes narrowed. “Did you already know about Baron and Lily’s affair?” He turned his back to me and locked his hands behind it. “You did.” “Some Alphas have one or two lovers among the nobles. It is a normal thing. If you didn’t want to share him, you should have kept a better eye on him.” I clenched my teeth. “I don’t care if he has a mistress. I know my duty to my pack. But Baron loves her. He doesn’t want me at all. Not as a lover or a Luna. There is nothing I can do.” “We can find another alliance,” cries my mother across the room. Pushing to her feet to come to stand beside my father. “No, we can’t. She must marry Baron.” He walked past my mother. “Without the support of the Blue Moon pack, Liam can’t maintain his position as the new Alpha.” My mother grew pale and sat back down on the couch. Not making another sound. My brother frowned at the news of his father’s confession. “You will marry Baron. I have already spoken with his father. If he does not marry you he will be turned away from the Blue Moon pack and then you will marry his cousin.” My father turned and glared at me. My blue eyes dig into his matching ones. “No.” A screaming pain rips through my mind, and I can’t breathe. I staggered back, grabbing my head. I knew it was my father’s Alpha control. I tried to fight him, but it only brought more pain. It was no use. I couldn’t push his hold over me away. He stood over me and growled low. “You will marry Baron whether he loves someone else or not. The wedding is already rescheduled for two weeks from now. So you will be there at the altar looking poised and perfect.” My mother was at my father’s side. She rested a hand on his forearm but didn’t say a word. My father’s alpha control is released. And I pulled in a breath. That is the first time he used his power against me, and my heart broke. He didn’t care that Baron didn’t want me as a lover or a Luna. I didn’t care about being Baron’s lover. But I was one of the strongest Lunas among the nobles. I had done everything to ensure my pack’s well-being, and my parents not understanding that, disappointed me in a way I could not recover from. I picked up my bags and walked to my room. I could not respect those who did not see my value. I was done listening to my family. Third-person In the presidential suite on the hotel’s top floor, the hotel manager wiped the cold sweat from his brow while apologizing to the man sitting on the couch before him. The handsome man had a pile of money on the table and held a note up to the manager’s face. “I don’t want to hear an apology. I just want to know who the girl was that came to my room yesterday,” he said, looking irritated. He pointed at the money. “She thought I was a call boy.” “I searched through the hotel database and found one guest named Fiona. She was here for her wedding,” said the manager. “Wedding,” cried the handsome man. “Yes, sir, she is from the Red Moon pack and was supposed to marry into the Blue Moon pack.” “What do you mean supposed to marry? Did something happen?” The manager cleared his throat and adjusted his bowtie. He took a step closer to the handsome man. “The wedding was canceled this morning but was then rescheduled a few hours later for two weeks from now.” “I see. Thank you, you can go.” After the manager left, a lean, tall male entered the room. Hair as black as night, a warrior’s braid running down the center, the sides cut to the skin. “So, what now, Alex?” said the man, leaning against the wall biting into an apple. “Are you looking for revenge against the Red Moon pack so soon? We have only been home for a few days. I hoped to have a little fun before another war broke out.” He took another bite of the apple. “For a beta, Kayden, you sure are a whiner.” Alexander pushed to his feet and read the note for the tenth time. He inhaled the scent that lingered on the note. His body hardened like a rock. All he could think about was last night and the woman that had broken into his room, looking sexy as hell in that dress and all that silver hair. His wolf form pushed at his skin, wanting to shift. Alexander pushed his wolf urges down. He scrubbed a hand down his face. The Red Moon pack’s Alpha had conspired with the king’s father’s mistress, Scarlet, to persuade Alexander’s father, King Alpha, to send him to fight against the vampires. So that he might die and Alexander’s half-brother, Lucas, could gain the throne. After Alexander had been sent away, his mother, Queen Luna died, and he didn’t get to say goodbye. Alex scented the note one last time, all hope of meeting that girl again crumpled with the paper in his hand. He tossed it to the floor. Fiona was a Red Moon Luna.
Fiona I spent my days leading to the eve of my wedding clearing up grievances among the pack or in combat training with Nina. Desperate to work off my frustration about being forced to marry a man that didn’t respect my Luna status. I shot in low at Nina’s hips, lifting her off the ground and onto her back. I circled and pinned her shoulders to the mat, but I felt weak. She wiggled and kicked out of my hold. She spun into a roundhouse kick and landed it squarely onto my jaw. I went down hard. The world blinked in and out around me. I rubbed my jaw. Ouch. Nina had never gotten the drop on me before. I was faster and stronger than her, so why was I laying on the mat disoriented? I tried to remember if I had eaten breakfast. No, I had felt sick. I sat up. Sick! Werewolves rarely fell ill. I recalled the last few days and realized my energy levels were in a slow decline. I ran my hands over my hair. What is happening? Nina bounced over and sat beside me. She shoved me in the shoulder. “I nailed you. You didn’t even duck or try to. What’s that all about?” “I . . . I don’t know. I feel so tired. And . . . I think I’m sick.” Nina’s gray eyes went round. “Sick. Werewolves don’t get sick.” Nina was quiet for a minute, then turned to sit directly in front of me. She took my shoulders in both hands. The look of concern on her face caused me to frown. “Come on, Nina, I’m not going to die. I’m just off. I’m sure it’s because of the wedding.” “Don’t freak out. But . . . by chance, did you use protective measures with the call boy?” “Of course,” I said. “Maybe. I was drunk.” I swallowed hard, recalling the events of that night. I buried my face in my hands. “No. No, I didn’t. What is wrong with me? I know better than that. Oh, God. Do you think I could be pregnant?” Fear struck hard and fast. Nina rubbed my back and looked away. Nobles pursued pure bloodlines and did not allow the existence of illegitimate children. Unwed pregnancies were considered a shameful existence. Only children born to married couples who had undergone the marking ceremony could be considered blessed by the Moon Goddess. I can’t be pregnant, it would ruin me. No Luna status would help me. My heart beat fast, and my wolf pushed under my skin. I want to shift. I want to run away. But I don’t. I had to stay calm. I’m a Luna. I don’t know anything yet, so no reason to panic. Nina rose and pulled me with her. “Come on. We have to go to a doctor.” “How? My father has been watching me. He thinks I will run off at any moment and dishonor him.” Nina and I walked toward the main house of the villa. “It is the day before the wedding. I’ll tell him we’re going to get our nails done. A Luna must look perfect on her wedding day, right?” To avoid suspicion, I wore a loose dress, pulled my recognizable hair into a high bun and placed a large hat over it. Nina did the same. Before we walked out the front door, she slipped glasses onto my face as well. My father sat on the living room couch reading the newspaper. He peered over the top of it and stared questioningly. I smiled sweetly and hurried out, surprised he didn’t stop us. Just to be safe, Nina and I entered the Half Moon pack territory that neighbored my families territory to the east. Scheduling an appointment, I used a false name to see the doctor. Alone in the closet size room, I sat on the table not able to breathe. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” said the doctor with a smile. I didn’t look up. “Run another test.” “But we already ran two tests?” I looked up, tightening my fingers on the edge of the table. “Do it again.” The doctor nodded and walked out. I couldn’t keep this child. Once my father found out, I would be expelled from the pack. The power of the Red Moon pack was great, and if I offended my father, no pack would accept me. The doctor came back in. This time his enthusiasm was gone. “You are pregnant.” A tear ran down my cheek, and I wiped it away. “Do you want to abort the child?” I tried to reply, with a “yes,” but it was impossible to get the word out. I knew it was what I should do. Had to do, yet, I could not take the life of a child that had done nothing wrong. “No. I will keep the baby. Thank you.” “You can get dressed,” said the doctor and left. There had to be a way to hide the pregnancy long enough to have the baby and take it somewhere safe to find a home where I could be part of its life. But how could I do that? When I walked out to the waiting room Nina popped up out of her seat. We locked eyes and she hurried over and gave me a hug. “It will be okay. We will figure it out,” she says. On the way back to the car, I caught a glimpse of someone that seemed to be following us. I got into the car. “Nina, back there.” I pointed over her shoulder. “That blonde woman. See if she follows us. Sure enough, when we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, the woman followed. Nina took a right, then sped through two lights and took a left. The car with the woman was gone. “Who do you think that was?” Nina asks. “I don’t know. But whoever it was, she knew I was at the doctors. We have to go to the hotel. I want to talk to the Call Boy.” My stomach rolled and I fought the urge to get sick. I rolled down the window for fresh air. “Why? How is it going to help? He is a call boy. You can’t marry him. You’re a Red Moon Luna.” My head dropped back, and I growled. “I know that. But if I keep this baby and anyone finds out I wouldn’t be a Red Moon Luna anymore. It wouldn’t matter who I married. I have to have a plan B. Maybe he is it.” Nina stared at me, and I knew she knew I was right. “There will be people we know at the hotel. The wedding is tomorrow,” she said, looking grim. “I have to talk to him.” “Fine. But I think it is a bad idea.” At the front desk, Nina asked for the same call boy she had requested before. As they walked to the room together, I started to shake. What was I doing? Talking to this guy wasn’t going to help anything. At the door, Nina knocked loudly and the door swings open. “Hello, ladies. How can I serve you?” The young man had golden hair but was the same height as me. There were no scars on his upper body at all and his eyes were dark brown. I’m stunned into silence. Nina pokes the man in the chest. “Listen here, buddy, don’t you use protection when dealing with drunk women?” I took her finger off his chest. “That’s not him.” “What do you mean? That’s not him. This is the guy. Look, abs, gold hair, nice shoulders. Just like I said.” I moved Nina behind me. “I’m so sorry for bothering you. Have a good day.” The guy shrugged and then closed the door. “If he isn’t the guy who is?” “Not him,” I said confused. We walked toward the elevators and I rubbed my temples trying to remember how I had gotten to the Call Boy’s room. “I must have gone to the wrong room.” “Great. What do you want to do? We can’t just wander around. One of the guests for tomorrow will see us.” Frustrated, we got in the elevator, and I hit the next level. “I have to find something familiar.” It wasn’t until they reached the top floor of the hotel that the decor seemed to match my memory of that night. “I remember bumping into that table. I stubbed my toe because I didn’t have shoes on.” Finally, we stood in front of a dark door. The room number was 905, and then it clicked. “I mistakenly took the 9 for a 7.” I took a deep breath, trying my best to remain calm, and then knocked on the door. “Coming, wait a moment!” came a voice from inside the room, and the door handle began to turn. The door opened slowly.
Fiona My breath caught when the door opened. There was a round little man in a hotel staff uniform. “How can I help you?” I couldn’t speak. Nina pushed me aside. “I’m looking for my friend. He was staying in this room about two weeks ago?” “This is a residential suite. We don’t rent it out. You must have the wrong floor.” The staff member started to close the door in Nina’s face. She shot out a hand to stop him. We need to talk to whoever lives here?” The staff member pushed her fingers off the door. “I can’t release personal information. You can check with the front desk to see if they can help you.” The door clicked closed. I stood in the hotel hallway for a long time, feeling numb. Nina looked like a bomb had gone off on her. “Great. Just great.” “Nina, it’s okay. I’ll figure something out,” I said, taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm, but the room was spinning before my eyes. Nina hugged me tightly as we walked back towards the elevator. I rested my head against her shoulder and we both sighed. The price of one night of reckless abandon was far greater than I could have ever imagined. I had slept with a stranger and was now carrying his child. “How can this be okay?” Nina’s eyes widened in disbelief. Being unmarried and pregnant was a great shame for nobility, and if anyone found out, my vain father would likely banish me from the pack just to save face. If I became a rogue, my unborn child would have no chance of survival. I put my hand on my flat belly and made a resolution to do whatever it takes to keep this secret hidden. The next day I sat in front of the mirror, watching the makeup artist prepare me for the wedding disinterestedly. My father had taken control over my mind and body. I couldn’t resist him. I was just a puppet at his mercy. With my silver hair once again pinned up in loose curls and my makeup perfectly placed. The makeup artist exclaimed, “You look beautiful. Baron is a lucky dog.” I nodded kindly at her and walked out of the room toward the most beautiful garden in all of King Pack. With all the cherry blossoms opened in their pale pinks and whites it had been the ideal setting for every noble’s wedding for generations. The layers of my dress rustled against the grass and the breeze cooled my hot skin. To think only a few weeks ago I was in this dress headed this very way to practice saying my vows when Baron had come up missing. So much had changed in such a short time. The wedding had been canceled, rescheduled and now I was pregnant by another man. The girl that had last worn this dress seemed a million miles away. Now here I am walking past Baron in a handsome tuxedo holding another woman in a dark corner of the garden. Lily was crying, looking pitiful and helpless, and Baron comforted her with a pained expression. When Baron noticed me, he looked resentful. His marriage was also related to his position as heir. Although Baron didn’t want me, he didn’t dare contradict his father. Baron was embarrassed and his expression twisted with anger. However, Lily gave a strange smile and a sick feeling washed over me. “Don’t think you’ve won yet. Just wait, the real show is yet to come,” she said, her voice firm and cold. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me, but the next second Lily pulled Baron along and they walked away. I tried to push down my feelings of unease and walked with a furrowed brow towards the end of the path where the ceremony would begin, and I would find my father waiting. My father appeared and pulled the wedding veil over my face. As the music sounded and my father and I began to walk toward the rows of guests, gasps of amazement sounded all around. My father enjoyed the flattery of others and squeezed my hand pleased. I couldn’t help but find it a bit ironic that it was only in public settings like this that my father was willing to show any affection towards me. As I took my place across from Baron, my father and Baron’s gave short speeches about the union of these two packs and how things would be better together. Lily suddenly burst across the garden in front of my father. “No. No. Fiona cannot marry Baron. She is not qualified to become the next Luna of the Blue Moon pack.” Baron reached out and pulled her away from the Alphas. “Fiona is pregnant, but the child isn’t Baron’s. I have evidence! ” “……！” My heart jumped into my throat. Did he hear me? No, that’s impossible! I checked everything, and I know Nina won’t betray me. My body began to tremble involuntarily, and my palms were sweaty. I bit my lower lip hard, trying to calm myself down and stay composed. “I don’t believe you,” said, my father. “Baron, drag Lily away.” “You may not believe me, but the doctor that saw her is here. He can tell you.” Lily pointed to a man in the back row. My father snapped his fingers and two of his betas took hold of the man in question. I suddenly understood everything. It was the doctor! Lily must have paid him off! I swallowed hard as my father’s power over me tightened so that I could not stop them. “Did my daughter come to you? Is she pregnant?” My father’s voice boomed over the guests. The doctor choked out the word looking scared. “Yes.” “Is the child Baron’s?” demanded my father. Lily wrapped her arms around Baron looking pleased with herself. “I will not marry Fiona,” said Baron. “We have not slept together for a long time. The child is not mine.” A commotion broke out as all the guests began to chatter. My father glared at me with anger, his face contorted with bulging veins. “Is it true what they say?” he demanded. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t speak, his hold was too much. My bones were about to break with his anger. My father refused to hear my explanation and slapped me hard across the face. His strength was immense, and I felt a sharp, tearing pain on my cheek. “Who is the father?” He roared at me, almost as if he wanted to tear me apart. “I say, WHO is the father of this damn child?!” I close my eyes. I knew it was over. I would be discovered and I would be expelled from my pack. “It was me.” A voice interrupted my father’s increasingly crazy roar, and then a tall, handsome blond man in a high-end suit walked into the garden with his hands in his pockets, not a care in the world. He was flanked by two other men. Undoubtedly, this man caught the attention of everyone in the room, especially with his handsome appearance causing several female guests to gasp in admiration. I stared in surprise at the man who was getting closer and closer to me, almost unable to believe my eyes. It was him! He was the call boy from that night and the father of my child. How could he be here? I wanted to ask him, but my father’s power was suppressing me, and even breathing felt particularly difficult. “Who are you?” Lily asked, annoyed as she stepped forward. I knew Lily had been trying to pull me down to hell herself, and she was almost successful. However, this man in front of us interrupted her. The man, however, did not even look at Lily, but stared straight at me. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, and the pressure emanating from his body made it hard to breathe. “Hey, you rude…” Lily tried to stop him, but my father pointed at him in shock. “You are… Alpha Alexander!” The guests erupted into a commotion. “What! He is that Alexander!” “The royal crown prince Alpha Alexander!” Alexander casually strolled over to me, large and brooding. I wanted to take a step back but couldn’t. Alexander arched an eyebrow mockingly. “A call boy?”
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I thought growing up half-witch, half-wolf, hated by both, was the worst thing that could happen to me. But then one day I was rescued by an Alpha who treated me better than anyone had in my entire life…until he found out who I am. He’s my true mate. My worst enemy. And the connection between us will either save us or kill us all.
On the day of my father’s funeral. At the funeral home, I bumped into my husband, Chad Bird, who had been on a business trip for two weeks. He circled his arms on a woman in a black dress and whispered comfort. The woman held the urn and leaned sadly in the arms of my husband. She had exquisite makeup on her face. If I was not mistaken. This woman is my husband’s first love. The urn she was holding probably belonged to her short-lived fiancé.
Half an hour ago, I sent a photo of my boss to my ex, and texted: My hubby. Then everyone in the meeting room saw the message on the big screen. I was so ready to quit my job, yet somehow my boss was willing to play along. But why exactly would this handsome rich guy want to date me?
Moana Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves wasn’t easy. Not to mention, my boyfriend Sam, he was just an Omega. As I strolled by a restaurant, sweat trickling down my face. My stomach is killing me. I completely blanked on eating today ’cause I was so wrapped up in searching for a job. The enticing aroma of toast lured me, causing me to turn my head and steal a glimpse inside the restaurant. My eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam！ He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, I toward the restaurant window. This woman was gorgeous — basically a supermodel — and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “You’re cheating on me?” “You’re such a rude woman, you scared off my mate,” Sam grimaced in disgust. My heart felt a pang of pain. Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. Tears streaming down my face, I confronted him, “You cheated on me, you’re such a jerk!” “Control your temper,” he whispered, “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me, and She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week. That’s the biggest company in the world, no kidding! ” He continued, “You can’t even find a job. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street , I thought about what Sam was like when we first met. He had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. I was so angry, about to give the driver a piece of my mind. But when the car window went down, I couldn’t believe who was sitting there. My eyes nearly popped out. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. He looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. He tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood. I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet. Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.
Moana Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me. “Come on,” he said, peering around me to look out the door and onto the street. “It looks like it’s going to rain again. You don’t want to be walking around in the rain, do you?” I didn’t want to walk home in the rain and get more soaked than I already was, so I silently followed Edrick up the stairs. “You’re still wearing those dirty clothes,” Edrick said in a somewhat cold tone of voice as we reached the top of the stairs. “I gave you money to replace them. Why didn’t you use it?” “I may be a human, but I won’t take money from rude and arrogant people who throw cash at me out the window of their car like I’m a beggar on the street.” Edrick looked me up and down for a moment before curtly turning to a woman who stood nearby. She seemed a little older than me and wore a plain black staff uniform. She nodded, turning to me and smiling with one arm outstretched. “Right this way, miss,” she said as Edrick turned and disappeared into the main room of the bar. She leading me upstairs to a private room. As she unlocked the door and opened it, my eyes widened. The room was full of racks of expensive clothing, shoes, and accessories. “What’s this?” I asked, turning to face the woman. “We like to provide the best for our patrons,” the woman replied with a smile. “This room is specially designed for our female patrons to come and freshen up, touch up their makeup, or perhaps change their clothes in the event of a wardrobe malfunction. It’s not normal practice to allow a… human to use our facilities, but seeing as Mr. Morgan owns the majority share of this club, you’re welcome to wear whatever you like. Take your time.” Before I could say anything else, the woman closed the door and left me alone. I looked around at all of the expensive clothes and fine jewelry with a puzzled expression on my face; was Edrick Morgan not so arrogant and cruel as I thought? Did he feel badly about our encounter in the street and wanted to make it up to me, or was this all some sort of sick joke? I eventually emerged from the room wearing a simple black dress that reached my ankles. It was made of a soft silk, with thin straps and a plunging neckline. I also picked out a pair of strappy black heels and a clutch purse. When I came down the stairs with the woman, I felt my heart start to race as I noticed Edrick look up from his table. His eyes lingered on me for a few long moments that felt like an eternity before he looked back to continue his conversation with the other man who was sitting with him. “To compensate for the accident earlier on the street, Mr. Morgan has agreed to cover the expenses of the evening,” the woman said. “That includes any drinks and food you order, as well as the clothes. Please feel free to take a seat at the bar.” I looked down at my dress, feeling my face go a bit hot. Something like this was so far from what I normally wore, and now it was mine? I glanced up to ask the woman if she was sure I could keep the dress, but she was already gone. Swallowing, I walked into the main area and slid up onto one of the barstools. “What would you like to drink?” the bartender said. “Um… Gin and tonic, please,” I replied. The bartender returned with my drink a few moments later. I muttered some words of thanks and swirled the liquid around in my glass as I attempted to settle into my seat and try not to act too out of place. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing sitting all alone?” a male voice suddenly said from beside me. I jumped a bit and turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the bar next to me with a drink in his hand. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a somewhat stocky build, and smelled strongly of whiskey. I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I awkwardly laughed and took a sip of my drink in the hopes that the man would get the hint and leave me alone, but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of kindness in letting me into this bar and paying for everything, I was still uninterested in doing much more than having a drink or two and going home for the night. After finding my boyfriend with another woman, I wasn’t interested in conversation. “Let me buy you another drink,” the man said, leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and tonic. I’ve got plenty of money, being a beta and all; you can have anything you want…” “Oh, I’m fine with this,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the word ‘beta’. “Thanks anyway.” “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck out his hand for me to shake, and when I did, his palm was a bit sweaty. “Moana,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as soon as possible. “Interesting name,” he said. “You know, I’m the Beta of…” My mind went blank as Mark continued to prattle on about his money, his lineage, his multiple vacation homes, this and that… I tried my best to appear polite, but eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ve got to use the restroom,” I said suddenly, interrupting his spiel about which type of yacht was the best. He frowned as I abruptly stood and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, taking a few deep breaths as I leaned on the sink. He was gone when I walked back to my seat. I let out a small sigh of relief as I sat back down, but that relief turned to annoyance when the bartender approached me and handed me a red drink in a cocktail glass, informing me that Mark had paid for it. Sighing, I picked up the glass and looked over my shoulder. Mark was sitting at a corner table, watching me like a hawk; not wanting to cause any sort of fuss, I raised my glass and mouthed the words “Thank you” before turning back and sipping on the drink. As my head started to get light and the room started to swim around me a few minutes later, I realized that taking a drink offered to me by a strange man at the bar was a horrible idea… but I was too far gone already, and as I tried to get up from the bar, I felt myself stumble into a man’s body. “Whoa there,” Mark’s voice said as his arms wrapped around me. “Looks like I need to get you home.” I felt my heart start to race as Mark began to guide me away, too weak and disoriented to tell him no. Just then, as my vision began to fade completely, I felt another hand on my shoulder; cool, and not sweaty like Mark’s. “Where are you taking her?” Edrick’s stern voice said, so low it was almost a growl. “Oh, I’m just taking her home,” Mark stuttered. “S-She had too much to drink. We’re old friends.” “Is this true?” Edrick said, leaning down and coming into view. As his gray eyes locked on mine, all I could do was shake my head. I wasn’t sure what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, I was in Edrick Morgan’s warm embrace in the back of a car. “Where do you live?” he asked. I tried to answer but he stopped me after I mumbled a few unclear words. “I’m taking you to a hotel then.” In my semi-conscious state, the feeling of Edrick’s warm arms around me made my body tingle. “Stay…” I slurred, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And soon, I felt Edrick Morgan, the wealthy and handsome CEO of WereCorp, relax into my touch.
Moana I woke up to sunlight and a fresh, warm summer breeze streaming in through a large set of open French doors. As I cracked my eyes open, the sound of the city street below filled my ears, and the feeling of my throbbing head on a plush pillow alerted me to the fact that I was not in my own bed. Groaning, I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows and scanned the room as flashes of what happened the night before began to flood my mind. I remembered being at the bar, in the silky black dress that I had picked out… I remembered drinking a gin and tonic, and being accosted by a middle-aged man with sinister intentions… Other memories came flooding back, too. I remembered being in the back of a car with a handsome man. His neck was warm and soft as I pressed my lips to it. He tried to hide his arousal at first, but he eventually gave in to his desires as he led me to the elevator that led up to the expensive hotel room he had booked. We made our way to the room, stopping periodically to press our lips together and touch each other’s bodies in the hallway. I remembered how electric his hands felt on my body as he gripped my waist through the silky black dress, and how quickly he removed that dress once we were safely inside the hotel room. He carried me over to the bed while I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, his body pressing into mine as he laid me down on the soft blankets. I clung onto his chest like my life depended on it, fumbling to unbutton his shirt; he eventually became tired of waiting for my clumsy fingers to undo the buttons and did it himself, revealing thick, toned muscles as he pulled his shirt off. We spent the night in ecstasy, moving as one in the moonlit hotel room. As I came to the realization of what happened last night, I slowly turned my head to face the man who laid asleep next to me. Even asleep, the man was still as handsome and sexy as ever, with the sheets pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face get hot and turn red. But… He was Edrick Morgan. He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new boss. I bit my lip and quietly climbed out of bed, searching for my panties. “Ahem.” I spun around with my panties in my hand to see Edrick sitting up in bed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me. Without a word, he stood — making me blush as he completely revealed his nude body — and walked over to where his pants lay on the floor. I quickly pulled my panties and my bra on as he put on his boxer briefs, then watched as he picked up his pants and dug into his pocket for his wallet. “Here,” he said darkly, digging into his wallet and pulling out a thick wad of cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me. “Take it, but keep in mind that this is a one-time deal.” I took a few steps back, my sheepish expression turning to one of anger and resentment. “You… think I’m a prostitute?” I snarled. Edrick merely shrugged and tossed the cash at my feet. “It doesn’t matter if you are or you aren’t,” he said coldly, walking away and pulling his pants on with his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof demeanor last night faded away pretty quickly as soon as I dressed you up and paid for your drinks, so I know what you’re after. Just take the money and leave.” I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “I never wanted your money,” I said, my voice shaking out of anger as I picked the dress up off the ground and put it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would’ve left the dress on the floor, but I had no idea what happened to my stained outfit at this point. “By the way,” Edrick muttered, ignoring what I said and buttoning his shirt with his back still turned to me, “you should learn not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there to save you from that guy. Learn from basic common sense next time.” I paused, gritting my teeth, and pulled the dress on the rest of the way before answering. “You’re just as cold and heartless as they say.” Edrick didn’t answer, and I didn’t care to stick around to see if he would come up with one. With a hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as I fumed, and when I swung the door open, I called over my shoulder one last time. “You can’t just throw money at everyone when you have a guilty conscience,” I growled before walking out and slamming the door behind me. … As soon as I got home, I tore off the dress and the heels and threw them in the corner as the anger over both Sam and Edrick bubbled up inside of me. Frowning and muttering to myself, I stomped over to the fridge in my underwear and pulled out the milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was just about all I had to eat, but the thought of taking Edrick Morgan’s money after a one night stand made me feel worse than going hungry. As I was just about to take my first bite of cereal, my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes, anticipating for it to be Sam trying to beg for me to come back, but squinted when I noticed that it was an unknown number. “Hello?” I said, stirring my cereal with my spoon, half expecting a spam caller to be on the other end. “Good morning. Is this Moana Fowler?” “Yes,” I replied. “My name is Nancy Grace. I’m calling from the Au Pair Agency.” My eyes widened, and I dropped my spoon, not caring as it sank down all the way into the milk. I had been trying to find a nanny job through the Au Pair Agency for months now, but they hadn’t found any suitable work for me yet. It had been so long that I had completely lost hope at this point. “We found an assignment for you,” Nancy said in a sing-song voice. “It’s a full time, live-in position with a single Alpha father. Are you available to make a house call later today to meet the family and complete an interview?” “Y-Yes,” I said, using all of my energy to keep my composure. “I’d be happy to.” “Great,” Nancy replied. “You’re expected at two o’clock today. I’ll text you the address once we end the call.” “Thank you so much,” I replied. “You’re welcome. Oh, and Moana — you should know that you’re not going to be the only candidate for this position. I would recommend taking extra care to make a good first impression; working for this family is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the pay is unparalleled.” I felt my heart sink at Nancy’s words and opened my mouth to ask who the family was, but before I could, Nancy hung up and I was met with silence on the other end. Furrowing my brow at the abrupt end to the call, I set down my phone and stared at it as the notification with the address details popped up on my screen. What sort of family would be paying a nanny so well like this?
Moana I pulled up to the address of the house a couple of hours later wearing a brand new set of clothes. During the time between getting the phone call and arriving, I took out my credit card, which I only used for emergencies, and ran out to buy something new to impress the family. It was just a crisp button-down shirt, tailored pants, and loafers, but as I pulled up to the enormous mansion in the mountains and saw the line of women at the door, I was glad that I had purchased the new clothes. I made sure to double check that the tags on the clothes were hidden, which I had kept on in case I didn’t get the job and would need to return them. As I parked and walked up the pathway to the front entrance and got in line with my resume in my hand, my heart started to pound. My heart started to pound even more when I noticed that women were not only filing into the mansion, but were also coming out with sad and defeated expressions on their faces. One girl, who was very pretty and looked a little younger than me, even had tears streaming down her cheeks as she came out with her resume crumpled up in her hands. Was the employer so awful that he was making these poor women cry during their interviews? As the line got shorter and I slowly made my way inside, I felt a lump rise in my throat. The inside of the house was stunningly beautiful, with dark Tudor-style wainscoting and creaky wooden floors. There was a massive double staircase in the front foyer, which was where the women would go when their names were called — up one side looking excited and confident, and down the other side looking defeated after their interviews. “Name?” a woman’s voice said from in front of me. I looked up to see an older woman with gray hair that was pulled back into a tight, slick bun. She wore a dark blue dress with a high collar that was buttoned all the way up and had a clean gray apron on top that looked like it was freshly ironed. Needless to say, as she stared at me with her thin lips pressed into a straight line, she made me nervous. “Moana Fowler,” I said, feeling my voice crack a bit under the pressure. The woman muttered something to herself and looked down at the clipboard in her hand, making a tick mark next to my name. “You’re human?” she said, shooting me a somewhat disgusted look. I nodded. “Very well. Take a seat.” I walked over to the area where other women were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat quietly and mulled over my potential responses to interview questions in my head. My train of thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In all my years of being a governess, I have never — and I mean never — met such a cruel little thing.” The room fell silent as the woman marched out, followed by a few other women who must have decided that whatever waited for them upstairs wasn’t worth it. I, along with several others, decided to take the risk; I really needed this job, regardless of the child’s behavior. The children at the orphanage I volunteered at absolutely loved me, even the difficult ones, and I was certain that I could find the good side in this child, too. I sat there for hours while I waited for my turn to have my interview, and eventually, as the sun went down and I sank into the plush armchair, I found myself involuntarily nodding off. My night out with Mr. Edrick Morgan left me more exhausted than I was willing to admit. “Moana Fowler.” I jumped, awoken abruptly as the stern woman from before called my name and looked up to see her standing over me. “Oh! I’m sorry,” I said, sitting upright and nervously wiping a bit of drool off of the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is it my turn?” I looked around to see that the waiting room was completely empty. “Go home,” the woman said sternly, stepping away from me and gesturing toward the door. “But… I haven’t had my interview,” I said frantically, standing with my resume clutched in my hand. “I’m sorry I dozed off, but it’s been hours–” “Ella doesn’t wish to see any more candidates,” she interrupted. “Especially not young, pretty girls such as yourself.” I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I shook my head vehemently. “No,” I pleaded, “please let me see her. I promise you won’t regret it if you just give me a chance.” The woman stared at me for several painfully long moments before sighing. “Fine,” she said, turning and starting to ascend the stairs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I excitedly followed the woman up the stairs, where she silently led me down a wide hallway that was lined with large, ornate wooden doors. Finally, we stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. She opened the door and let me in without a word. “I told you I’m tired!” a small voice growled from behind a high-backed chair that faced the empty fireplace. “I don’t want to see anyone else!” “Well, I’d like to see you,” I said softly, stepping toward the chair. A small head of blonde hair poked out from behind the chair and glared at me, appraising me, for several moments as I stood in the middle of the room. Suddenly, as if my appearance didn’t meet her standards, the little girl leaped out of her seat and rushed toward me, her childish face twisted into an angry snarl and her werewolf fangs bared. Between the mop of messy blonde hair poked two pointed little ears on either side of her head, which twitched backward aggressively. I stood my ground and stared down at the little ball of fury, which only became more furious as I continued to ignore her displays of aggression. “Why aren’t you running like the rest?!” she shouted, her high-pitched voice turning into a squeal. I crouched down to meet the little girl’s gaze. Her hair had fallen into her eyes. I slowly extended my hand to brush it away; she flinched, growling and baring her teeth, but let me do it when I persisted, revealing sparkling blue eyes. “You’re very pretty,” I said softly, watching intently as the little girl’s ears pricked up and her lips slowly closed. “What’s your name?” She paused, staring at the floor, and when she spoke her face was still pointed down at it. “Ella.” “Nice to meet you, Ella,” I said. “My name is Moana. Can I ask why you want to scare me away?” “My daddy is a handsome and rich man,” she said, her voice now a whisper. “All of the young and pretty girls like you just want to work for him so they can marry him and take his money. No one wants to be here for me. I told Ms. Selina that I didn’t want to see anyone else, but she brought you instead.” I paused for a moment, feeling tears prick at the backs of my eyes at the little girl’s words. “You know,” I said softly, holding out my hand with my palm up and feeling the dread lift out of my stomach as Ella touched my fingers, “I was an orphan when I was your age. I understand what it’s like to not feel wanted.” “Really?” Ella said, looking up at me with wonder on her face. “You’re not here to steal my daddy away?” I shook my head, holding back laughter as I thought about how silly it would be for a wealthy Alpha werewolf to be interested in me, a human. “No,” I said gently. “I’m here for you.” Ella and I both looked up as we heard the door creak open. I looked over my shoulder, still crouching, to see the woman from before standing in the doorway. “It’s past your bedtime, Ella,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her. “I want this one,” Ella said, walking cheerfully past me and skipping out the door as if she hadn’t just been threatening to bite my face off. The old woman — Selina, as I had discovered her name was — cast me a disbelieving look, her eyes narrowing as she sized me up. “Hmph,” she said under her breath once Ella was out of earshot. “What did you do to make her choose you?” I shrugged. “Finding a common ground is a powerful thing,” I said, following Selina from the room. When we got downstairs, Selina opened the front door to let me out. “We have your address on file, and a car will be waiting for you first thing in the morning to take you to sign your contract and begin your first day. Be ready at six o’clock sharp, and not a moment later.” Smiling, I nodded and walked past Selina with a light feeling in my body despite her curt attitude, then paused and turned around to face her. “What was the father’s name, by the way?” I asked. Selina pursed her lips and looked at me coldly. “You’ll receive the details once you sign your contract,” she said, promptly closing the door in my face and leaving me alone on the doorstep.
Moana I woke up at 4:30 the next morning. Because today was the first day of the job that would change my life, and I had to be perfect. The clock struck 5:59, I saw a black car slowly pulling up out front. I practically flew out of my apartment and down the stairs so that I was opening the car door by 6:00 sharp. The driver pulled the car away from the curb and started heading down the street. “We’ll be stopping to sign your contract with the lawyer first,” Selina with a modicum of disgust on her wrinkled face. “Then, you’ll get a tour of the penthouse apartment . I suspect you won’t be needing to return to your old home to collect your things?” “Well, I have some clothes and things there–” “Your employer will supply you with anything you need, I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time and energy on such a move.” I nodded, clutching the tiny silver locket around my neck. That locket was the only sentimental thing I owned. “Very well,” Selina said. We spent the next several minutes of the car trip in complete silence. The driver eventually pulled the car over in front of a brownstone with large bay windows with a sign over the door that read “William Brown, Esq.” Selina got out of the car without a word and started for the door, she rapped on the door with the brass knocker. The door swung open a few moments later, and a young woman led us in. The office smelled like a sickly combination of mahogany and burnt coffee, and it was eerily quiet. The woman only shut the door behind us and gestured toward a half-open door at the end of a short hallway. When we entered, there was an old man sitting behind an enormous wooden desk. He was asleep. “Wake up, William!” “What? Oh!” the old man exclaimed with a start as he was unceremoniously awoken. William putting on his glasses with shaking old hands as he opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of documents. “You’ll just have to sign this basic contract and an NDA.” he said. I leaned forward and picked up the pen, scanning over the contract. My eyebrows raised as I noticed a couple of interesting clauses thrown in: one mentioned that I was not allowed to become romantically involved with my employer at any point, and another stated that I was prohibited from becoming pregnant with my employer’s child without permission. “Um… What are these clauses for?” I asked, pointing to them. William leaned over and glanced at them, then waved his hand dismissively. “All very standard.” “But I–” “Just sign the agreement,” Selina growled under her breath. “Unless you think you will break the clauses…” I quickly scrawling my signature down on the dotted line and sliding the contract back to William. “I would never. I was just curious.” “Well, that’s finished,” she said, “Let’s go, Moana.” We arrived at the location where I would be working and living a few minutes later. It was vastly different from the Tudor-style mountain mansion I had visited the day before, but equally as massive and beautiful. Ella was waiting for us when we arrived. She looked much more put-together and far less feral than the night before, wearing a prim baby blue dress with ruffles and a bow in her hair. Much to mine and Selina’s surprise, Ella threw her arms around me in a tight hug and then took my hand, leading me away from Selina and around the massive apartment on a tour. Ella’s bedroom alone was bigger than my old apartment. Finally, after she introduced me to the twin maids, Lily and Amy, Ella led me to what would be my room. “This is your room!” she said, pushing open a large set of double doors with her tiny hands. I stifled a gasp as I saw how spacious and beautiful it was, with even a small balcony that overlooked the city below. “This is… mine?” I asked, unable to contain my disbelief. “Mm-hmm,” Ella said, climbing up on the bed and bouncing a bit. “Come feel the bed!” I walked over to the bed and sat down next to Ella. “Wow, it is bouncy,” I said, to which Ella giggled and flopped onto her back, arms outstretched. “So, can you tell me anything about your parents?” I asked. “Do you have a mom?” Ella shook her head, still laying back and staring up at the ceiling. “Nope. I never met my mom. She died when I was born.” “Oh,” I replied, my voice faltering. “I’m sorry.” Ella merely sat up and shrugged, “It’s okay. I’m happy with just my daddy. He’s always nice to me… I just wish he could spend more time with me.” Looking around, I sighed and said, “I bet he really loves you.” Hand in hand, Ella and I strolled into the living room, feeling so damn lucky. Ella was just so adorable. That’s when I heard the front door click open. “Daddy!” Ella yelled. I took a deep breath and stood, smoothing down my shirt and quickly fixing my hair as I prepared to meet my employer for the first time. “Hey, princess. Did you have a good day?” My eyes widened as I heard his voice. Turned out, he was my freaking boss!
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The day I found out I was dying, Alpha Griffon Knight broke up with me. Our relationship was a contract, but when his true love came back, he didn’t need me anymore. He canceled our contract and told me to get lost. I thought that after five years, his frozen heart would thaw for me. How wrong I was. So I packed my things and left. Without telling him… I only had three months left to live. —— Taya Griffon Knight’s private jet landed at the airport at 7:00 p.m., just as the sun was starting to set, vivid orange and red giving way to the bright light of the moon. Within a half hour of his arrival, he requested that I be brought to his downtown penthouse. Per our contract, I must be thoroughly cleansed “inside and out” without any traces of perfume or makeup. As an Alpha, his senses were more perceptive than most other wolf shifters. I strictly followed his preferences and requirements, changed into freshly washed silk pajamas, and then went to the bedroom on the second floor. Griffon was sitting in front of the fire in his leather wingback chair, one ankle resting on his knee in a relaxed manner, flipping through a stack of documents. When I entered the room, he gave me a glance before placing the papers on the side table next to him. “Come here,” he demanded, his wolf flashing amber in his dark eyes for a second as he narrowed his gaze at me. A chill ran over my spine. His voice was gruff and emotionless, weighing heavily on my heart as it always did. I longed, just once, to hear something in his tone when he spoke to me. But he always maintained his powerful and mysterious aura, never giving an indication of what he was thinking or feeling. I didn’t dare to hesitate for a moment, worried that any delay might anger him. Keeping my head tilted down in deference to his formidable presence, my bare feet were silent on the plush carpet as I rushed over to him. As soon as I was at his side, he pulled me into his arms and onto his lap, lifting my chin with his large hand. He lowered his head and kissed my waiting lips aggressively, without any traces of the warmth I longed for. His tongue delved into my mouth, twisting around mine, and desire flowed through my body, pooling in my nether regions. Griffon might seem noble and restrained to his pack and other pack elites, but he showed no such thing when it came to sex. He was never restrained, never tender with me. No sweet talk, no soft kisses. Just hunger, desire, sex. With me, he was always the animal. Always the coarse Alpha, never the cool, calm, and collected leader that others saw. He had been away on pack business for three months; he probably wouldn’t let me go easily tonight. As I had expected, he was rougher than usual. It was as if he was all feral wolf instead of just mostly wolf like he typically was. Griffon didn’t stop his thrusts until I was too exhausted for more, his wolf shining in his eyes and his face twisted in a snarl the entire time. *** When I woke up, I found myself alone in bed. Instead of the usual silence I typically wakened to, I heard running water came from the bathroom. I frowned in confusion and looked in the direction of the sound, surprised to see Griffon’s tall and muscled form reflected in the glass door of the shower. He usually left immediately after our encounters. No goodbye, no waiting for me to wake up. I struggled to sit up, my body spent from hours of lovemaking, and I quietly waited for the man to come out. A few minutes later, the water stopped, and Griffon came into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets from the tips of his dark hair fell onto his bronze skin, slowly sliding down his well-defined abs. His face was finely chiseled, exquisitely handsome, with sharp, distinct features. His eyes, almond-shaped and hazel in color, were aloof and distant, deep and unreadable. Even in his human form, his dark wolf side showed through, creating even more of an enigma surrounding the Alpha. To everyone else, he was charming yet distant, friendly yet aloof and unattainable. With one glance, people could tell he was not an easy man to get along with, but not completely impossible. To me, he was simply cold, harsh, and unreachable even when he was inside me. Seeing that I was awake, he gave me a stony look and said, “You don’t need to come anymore.”
I blinked, clutching the covers tightly around my body, my knuckles white as a sliver of panic raced through my heart. What did he mean? Griffon turned around, went to the side table, to the papers he’d been looking through last night. He shuffled through them, then tossed one onto the bed in front of me. “I’m canceling our contract. You’re fired.” I felt the blood drain from my face, and my heart stopped for minute. Fired. Not “we’re breaking up.” Fired. Regardless as to how our relationship had started, regardless of how I’d come to feel about him, I knew this day would come. Because in reality, we had no “relationship”. We were employer and employee, and I served only one purpose for Griffon. Nonetheless, his words stung. I’d never expected that he would end things so abruptly. I’d thought I’d have more time. Sure, I’d expected his typical unemotional coldness, but this was beyond that. After being with him for five years, he gave me no reason or explanation. He didn’t think I deserved that, and it was painful to think about. Suppressing the sharp pain in my heart, I slowly raised my head from staring at the document on the bad and gazed at Griffon. Enough time had passed with my being frozen by his words that he was now fully dressed in his typical dark suit. “But…the contract will expire in six months. Can’t we wait for a little longer?” My voice was somewhat pleading, and I struggled to keep it from cracking. The doctor said I only had three months left, and the only thing I wanted was to stay with him until the end of my life. Griffon remained silent, staring at me with his stoic, vacant expression, as if he were kicking away a toy he had grown tired of playing with. His silence was all I needed. His decision was final. After five long years of trying, I had failed to thaw Griffon’s frozen heart. It was time to wake up from my illusion. I took the contract and plastered on a fake smile, attempting to feign indifference. “Don’t be so serious. I was just joking.” Then, I added, “I’m glad this is over. I get six months off. How perfect!” Griffon paused as he adjusted his shirt sleeves, then lifted his gaze to me. It took everything in me to make sure there was no sadness in my eyes, to make sure the only emotions he might see were excitement or relief. The absolute last things I felt. Griffon narrowed his eyes and frowned. “You’re glad it’s over?” I nodded and shrugged one shoulder as if I hadn’t a care in the world. “Yup. I’m not the little girl I was when I agreed to this. It’s time for me to get married and have children. I can’t always be your contract lover, can I?” Inside, I laughed at myself. It was impossible for me to get married or have children, but I’d be damned if I ever let Griffon know that. I would leave with dignity and grace. I forced another smile and asked, “Does that mean I can finally have a normal boyfriend once I leave here?” Griffon’s eyes were filled with deep and unidentifiable emotions. After staring at me for a while, he looked at his watch and turned to leave. “Do whatever you want.” Looking at his back as he turned and walked away, my smile faded. Griffon hated it when other people touched his things, including his woman. His wolf would push through, his eyes flashing amber and his claws coming out. But this time, there was no reaction. He truly was done with me.
After Griffon left, his assistant walked in. Andre handed a morning-after pill to me and said respectfully, “Ms. Palmer, please take it as usual.” Griffon would never allow me to get pregnant. Not only was I just his contracted lover, I wasn’t even a wolf shifter. I’d always grown up around wolves, and had spent time in the shifter orphanage, but I’d never gained her wolf at puberty. No one knew where I came from, though the assumption had always been that at least one of my parents had to have been a shifter in order for me to be dropped off at the shifter orphanage. Staring at the small pill in the palm of my hand, my heart started to hurt even more. I wasn’t sure if the pain was caused by my heart failure or Griffon’s cruelty, but regardless, it was so intense that I struggled to take a breath. “Ms. Palmer…” When I didn’t immediately take the pill, Andre urged me along with a nervous expression. He was probably afraid that I would cause trouble since it had been my last night with Griffon. I swallowed through the pain in my chest and tossed the pill in my mouth. I didn’t even bother with water, forcing it down dry. Andre let out a sigh of relief, then took an apartment deed and check from his briefcase and placed them in front of me. “Ms. Palmer, this is Mr. Knight’s compensation for you. In addition to the real estate and cars, he had also placed five million dollars in your account.” How generous. Too bad, he never knew what I truly wanted. “I don’t want it.” I set her mouth in a grim line and shook my head. Andre was stunned and confused. “Do you think it’s not enough?” My heart shattered beyond what I’d thought possible. Even Andre thought I was doing it for the money. It was too much. So much money, plus an apartment and a luxury car. Was he afraid I would ask him again for more money in the future? I picked up the bag beside me with a bitter smile, took out a debit card, and handed it to Andre. “This is all the money Griffon paid me over the years. I never spent a single penny, and I don’t want it. The pin number is his birthday.” Andre was dumbfounded, a confused look making his brows furrow. I didn’t care whether he believed me or not. I placed the card on the pile of documents. Then I left the penthouse without another word. *** Winter was cold in Arcadia. I walked the empty street, alone and shivering. The shadow of my thin figure was cast on the ground by the streetlight, gaunt and fragile. I tightened my beige coat, gritted my teeth, and walked back to my apartment in my high heels. I pushed the door open. It was huge inside, taking up an entire floor. Despite the warmth inside and the luxurious decor, the apartment couldn’t dispel the chill that flooded me. I sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the surroundings for a moment. Then I began to pack. Griffon had purchased this apartment for me to live in so that I would be close to his penthouse, able to rush over at a moment’s notice. I had loved that he wanted me close by, wishing and praying to the goddess above that somehow it meant more than what it really did. Since he didn’t want me anymore, I didn’t want anything that came from him. Taking out my suitcase, I opened the closet and pulled out all of my clothes. I hadn’t brought many things with me, and it didn’t take me long to pack up everything and leave. I packed quickly and efficiently, with no outward emotion, nothing like the girl from five years ago. The desperate, crying girl who’d begged Griffon to purchase my virginity. After getting into the car, I sent a text message to Andre. [The key code to the Hudson Apartment is 0826.] *** Andre returned to the Knight Pack headquarters, handed the documents to Griffon, and told him what Taya said. With an indifferent gaze, Griffon glanced at the items on his desk. His stoic gaze fixed on the debit card. “You checked the balance?” “Yes, Alpha.” “There is additional money in there?” “Yes, Alpha.” Andre nodded. The exact amount Griffon had paid Taya for her virginity. Griffon frowned, and Andre heard his wolf rumbling. After a moment of staring at the card, he stretched out his hand, picked up the piece of plastic, and snapped it in half, his claws starting to extend. He pushed the pile of documents toward Andre, his fingers curled and starting to crumple the papers. He was clearly resisting his wolf’s urge to shred them. “Get rid of it then.” Andre opened his mouth and wanted to say something nice for Taya, but the Alpha had already turned away and was looking at his phone, a snarl on his face. He knew better than to speak when his Alpha was like this, so he picked up the pile of documents and left the office.
I took my suitcase to my best friend Harper Duke’s. I gently knocked on the door and waited. Harper had grown up with me in the same orphanage, and we were like sisters. Except Harper had her wolf. “If anything happens, come home,” Harper had said when Griffon took me away five years ago. It was because of Harper that I could leave everything from Griffon behind. As soon as Harper opened the door, a wide smile appeared on her face when she saw me. “What are you doing here?” I tightened my grip on the suitcase. “I need a place to crash,” I said quietly. Only then did Harper see the suitcase, and the smile on her face disappeared, a look of worry replacing it. “What’s wrong?” “I just broke up with him.” I forced a smile to hide my pain. Harper looked closely at me and saw past my pretense in a matter of seconds. Her eyes narrowed, then she frowned. I knew how I looked. I was thin and pale, my eyes sunken. Harper hugged me tightly. “Don’t worry. I’m here for you.” I couldn’t help but tear up at her words. I hugged Harper and patted her gently on the back. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Harper knew how much I liked Griffon, how much more I wanted with the powerful, distant Alpha. We shared everything. Over the past five years, I had worked hard to earn the amount Griffon had paid me so I could give it back to him. I was so naive and innocent, I believed that if I returned the money, his feelings for me would change. Maybe then we could be something more than just “employer and employee.” But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Harper remembered that rainy night five years ago just as might as I did. If it weren’t for Silas Johnson, I wouldn’t have met Griffon. If the accident never happened, I could have had a happy life. I didn’t want to burden Harper with my sorrow. After gently pulling back from the hug, I smiled and said, “Girlie, aren’t you going to let me in? It’s freezing out here!” I stood there, forcing myself to believe that I would soon recover from this. For orphans like us, who had no one to rely on, being abandoned was just another day, right? Harper took my suitcase and led me into the house. “You don’t need a place to crash. This is your home, too.” After that, she turned around, fetched clean pajamas, and handed them to me. “Go take a shower. I’ll make you something to eat, and you can get some sleep. Don’t think about anything else, okay?” “Okay.” I took the pajamas and nodded. Harper had always been like this. She was unconditionally good to me, like a beam of light that sliced through the darkness. Most other people didn’t know what to do with me. I lived in a gray area…raised by wolves yet not a she-wolf. It was a pity that I suffered from terminal heart failure, and my life was soon coming to an end. Had I been blessed by the goddess with my wolf, there would be other options, other treatments. But with no wolf to help me heal… If Harper found out that I was going to die soon, she would be devastated. And the last thing I wanted to do was burden her with that knowledge. I gazed at the busy figure in the kitchen and slowly walked over. “I want to quit my job.” Harper nodded in agreement and said, “You should. You’ve been working so hard for so long. God, you must be exhausted. Quit your job and take some time to yourself. Don’t worry about anything; I’ve got your back.” I wrapped my arms around my best friend and squeezed her tightly, filled with too many emotions to verbalize them. Then, I turned around and went to the bathroom with tears in my eyes. Fate had never favored me. If Harper and I were meant to be apart, I should use the last three months of my life to be with her. To be with someone who truly loved me. *** The next morning, I applied makeup to conceal my pale face and lips and went into the office to quit my job. Just as I sat down and was about to turn on the computer to write my resignation letter, my colleague Brielle came over. “Have you seen the email?” I shook my head. I’d spent the whole weekend in Griffon’s penthouse; I hadn’t had time for anything else other than him and…recovering from him. “Lila sent a letter saying that Elder Thorin’s daughter is taking over today,” Brielle said. I had no impression of the elder’s daughter, so I wasn’t interested. Plus, I was about to quit anyway. Brielle, on the other hand, was very intrigued. “I heard she had just returned from studying abroad in one of the European pack cities, so she doesn’t have much work experience with pack politics and business. Is she even qualified?” Another colleague, Margaret, sneered and said, “Who would dare question her? She’s the long-lost love of Alpha Knight.”
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