4. ANYTHING BUT SEX

**Sibyl**

“Luna, welcome back," pack members greeted me as we entered the living room.

"We were really worried when we heard about your eyes. We're so glad that you returned safely," some high-ranking wolves who used to assist me and Edwin, along with some female warriors that were friends of mine exclaimed. They had all gathered in the living room the day Edwin brought me back from the hospital after I lost my sight. However, none of them dared to look me in the eye, their gaze skittered away anytime it came close to mine. Despite their words of welcome, I could see everyone's terrified expressions, and feel their discomfort.

My life had completely changed, and I knew it. I was no longer the old Sibyl; I had foolishly believed I could regain my old life. I continued my work as Luna, smiling along as I interacted with people like I normally would.

"She has white eyes!"

"How could her eyes have turned white and scary? Just passing by her scares me."

"Don't look straight into her eyes. You could be cursed."

The whispers and murmurs followed me wherever I went, a constant reminder of the fear and unease my changed appearance brought to those around me.

I was aware of all the gossip that circulated behind my back, but I ignored it with a smile until I heard someone commenting that my cursed eyes were the reason I couldn't bear a child. A child that I craved with every fiber of my being. Were my eyes really causing my own fertility? Those unnecessary comments wounded me so deeply that I decided to hide my eyes even from myself by wearing sunglasses. I had already stopped looking at myself in the mirror on the day I became blind, from that point on those sunglasses became my suit of armor. They became both a habit and my shield.

A shield against the judgmental whispers and names that people called me. Until he whispered...

"You have silver eyes..."

Gasping, I opened my eyes wide, his voice echoing in my ears. He… referred to my eyes as silver… My breathing became erratic as my whole body began to sweat. I stared at the dark roof above me, trying to orient myself. Where... where was I? In a car? Panic surged through me as I tilted my head. The last memory I had was of running away from Alpha Keshton only to end up fighting with him until he did something that made me black out. 

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but suddenly I found myself in a car. I was in the passenger seat, when I looked at the person driving the car, my heart nearly stopped.

"You..." my voice caught in my throat when I remembered how he had knocked me out earlier and taken me away. "Where are you taking me?!" I demanded.

Alpha Keshton briefly glanced at me before refocusing on driving. He ignored me and my questions as if I wasn't even there.

I looked around in panic, trying to make sense of my surroundings as the car drove through unfamiliar streets. Then the red lights of the street illuminated the scene before me: she-wolves dressed in revealing clothes, the scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, and males engaging in various sexual acts.

My throat went dry when I realized where we were. He had already brought me to hell, an underground werewolf brothel.

The car stopped, all I heard was his voice, "Get out," he ordered.

"No!" I snapped, my eyes locking onto his. "Let me go!" I screamed, desperation and fear coursing through me.

"Get out before I tie your hands and legs then drag you along behind me," he stated coldly, his eyes devoid of emotion as if he were speaking about handling an animal rather than a person.

"You're a monster," I glared at him hatefully. "Can't you see I'm a living being? Why do you have to ruin my life like this?" I pleaded, searching for any sign of empathy in his eyes. 

“It’s your brother that ruined your life,” he reminded me of the bitter truth that was a slap in the face. He was right but I was the victim here. 

"Please, let me go. I don’t want to be here.  I'm not that kind of woman..."

"All women are the same," he declared, grabbing my hand to drag me out of the car. What did he mean that all women were the same? 

"NOOO..." I screamed out of fear and sharply bit his hand before I was pulled out. He recoiled, his hand bleeding, as he glared at me sharply. I really tested his patience, "I'm telling you, let me go," I scrambled back, fear overwhelming me.

"Come here..." he growled lowly, charging at me. His body was so large that even the car seemed small as he hovered over me. I knew if he got a hold of me this time, it was over.

"NO! NO!! NO!!!" Fear overpowered my sanity, and in a moment of panic, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

The car fell into a dead silence, my face went pale as I realized how badly I had fucked up an already terrible situation. I really had no intention of slapping him. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of his handsome face darkening and his Amber eyes turning red.

It was as if he were about to rip my throat out or shift into his wolf to let it feast on my corpse. He grabbed my arm violently and pulled me close to his face. "You will fucking regret that for the rest of your life!" he growled in my face.

I stared at him with wide eyes, my lips slightly parted, as he yanked me out of the car. I screamed, unable to resist. His grip on my arm was so firm that struggling only caused me pain. Everyone's eyes fell upon Keshton dragging me while I screamed and tried to break free with all my strength, to no avail. That was when I heard gasps from the crowd then I realized it was because I wasn't wearing my glasses. The past trauma caused by my eye color stabbed at my composure, triggering a rush of horrifying recollections. My shield was gone. Instinctively, I pulled back my wolf eyes until my blind human eyes appeared once again. I had to hide my eyes.

Everything went black in an instant; I couldn't see a thing causing me to badly stumble and nearly injure myself. I instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand for support. He suddenly stopped and I felt my breast brushing his chest as if he was not beside me anymore but right in front of me. His hot breath ever so slightly brushed my face quickening my heartbeat. Why... why had he stopped? My whole body turned cold with fear, wondering what his intentions were or what had caused him to stop. However, unbeknownst to me, he was staring at my face. Due to my blindness, my eyes weren't staying in one place as I tried to listen to my surroundings with a great sense of panic, unaware that the man holding my arm was staring down at the hand tightly holding his.

His silence was very unsettling. What was he doing? What was he thinking? If only I had my glasses, then I could see again. I considered using my wolf’s eyes, but there seemed to be a lot of people around that were holding me back.

"Alpha Keshton!" A female's exclamation entered my ears along with the sound of her hurried footsteps. The voice seemed to echo, indicating that I was inside a building. "Is there a special reason you are visiting us today, Alpha? If you had called me, I would have sent some new she-wolves to the Eclipse Moon Pack to save you the trip," her voice was fearful yet respectful, a tone reserved for the owner of the place. "I will get the girls ready for you now..."

"No need," Keshton cut her off, his voice commanding. "Where is Noah?" as he asked, his phone rang. 

"He should be around. I will mind-link him to let him know that you are here," she trailed off, then asked tentatively, "Is she a new girl joining the brothel, Alpha?"

My muscles tightened, not because of her question, but due to Keshton's silence. The phone continued ringing over and over again but he did not pick up. Instead of answering her question, he ordered, "Tell Noah to take her to my room. If she runs away, all of your heads will serve as a warning to whoever comes after you," he commanded, pushing me towards the woman before I heard him answer the call and walk away. 

As he said that, a chill ran down my spine. Why was he sending me to his room?

"A blind woman?" the she-wolf gasped, but I could feel her touch my face as if she were closely examining me. "She is beautiful, so her blindness wouldn't matter. And she has a great figure too," she remarked, then proceeded to touch my breasts.

"Don't touch me!" I angrily shoved her hand away.

I pulled away from her, turning to where Keshton should have been standing. "Let me go! I don't want to be here!" I yelled, but there was no response from him. I couldn't even smell his scent. Had he left? I raised my hand, trying to reach out to him, but all I grasped was air.

"The Alpha is gone," the woman stated dryly, grabbing my arm and leading me somewhere. "Don't think that he will pay attention to a little blind girl like you. There are way more beautiful girls here. However, it is surprising to see a blind woman here. You must owe him a fortune," she murmured. 

I silently struggled against her, panicking at the scent of wine and sex that surrounded me. 

"Noah, take her to the Alpha's room," the woman instructed a man who began to lead me away. Just as I felt the touch of a man and heard the door shut behind me, alarms started going off in my head. I could no longer care if someone saw my eyes. Zara immediately appeared in my vision, and what came into view first was a beautiful yet large room with a king-sized bed. Everything was opulent and alluring, with Keshton's scent filling every corner. I was truly in his room.

"Lay down on the bed," Noah ordered, approaching me with a dangerously tight rope in his hands.

"Why?" I frowned.

His face twisted when he finally noticed my eyes and that I could see his actions. "Are you deaf as well as blind? Lay down on the bed before the Alpha comes," he snapped.

Did he take me for a fool? "He only wanted me to go to his room. He never said anything about tying me to the bed," I glared at him.

When he was caught in his ill intentions, he slapped me across the face. "When I say lay down, then lay down," he growled, his hand connecting with my face snapping my head to the side. My sanity snapped along with that hit. I could accept just about anything but violence from a man. All my emotions and panic came to a head as my anger erupted.

“How dare you glare at me bitch!” he growled, raised his hand to me again. 

I grabbed his hand in mid-air, kneeing him in the groin with all my strength.

"AAAHHH…" he cried out in agony, falling to his knees as if his life were being sucked out through his mouth. “Bitch I will kill… you…”

"Never raise a hand to me," I growled, taking his hand in my mouth and ripping two of his fingers off with my teeth.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH…" he screamed at the top of his lungs in pain.

I dropped his disfigured hand, spitting the dirty fingers out as I stared him down with blank eyes. "Next time, it won't be two fingers, it'll be your head," I murmured, turning to run. I had to get out of here. I had to escape before anyone noticed. However, after taking only two steps I found Keshton standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. It was as if he had been watching everything from the beginning.

I froze in my spot, my heart beating wildly in my chest as our eyes locked with each other.

"Get out," Keshton ordered Noah, without tearing his eyes from me. Noah glared at me, got up with difficulty and left the room, groaning in pain.

The door shut behind Keshton, leaving us alone in the room. He mercilessly stepped on one of the severed fingers on the floor, walking over to me.

"Don't come closer to me," I began slowly taking steps back. I wished I could handle him like I did others, but he was far beyond too strong for me to handle.

"Or what?" he raised an eyebrow, as my legs hit the bed behind me leaving no space for me to escape. Keshton stopped an inch away from me looking down into my face. "Should I be worried for my fingers?" he murmured, grabbing my jaw and rubbing his thumb seductively over my lips, wiping away the blood.

My whole body shivered at his touch. "Don't touch me," I whispered, showing no sign of submission.

"You are my possession. I can touch you however I see fit," he replied, pushing me onto the bed.

I panicked crawling back, watching him climb onto the bed. "Don't come any closer!" I screamed, shifting my hand halfway in defense. At this point, I was truly scared of him.

He suddenly pinned my hand above my head, so swiftly that I didn't have time to react. "I dare you to shift into your wolf," he growled lowly, his wolf appearing in his eyes as a last warning. "Let me clarify your position as my possession."

I froze, halting my struggles as he sat on my upper thighs, leaning down close to my face. "You. Have. Been. Sold. Sold as my possession, which means I can do anything with you, and you can do nothing but obey. You can never run away, nor death is an option for you…” 

I glared hatefully up at him as he defined my whole life under his rule. “Never! I will fight you with every fiber of my being, no matter the cost….”

“Very well, I suppose you want your useless brother, his slutty mate, and child to pay the debt."

At the mention of Abraham, I forgot how to breathe in my horror. 

“Why the child?” I questioned. I was all ready to let Jonnathan and Nina pay debt and take away Abraham with me. 

“Do you really think those two people’s organs would be enough to pay?” His dark words shocked me to no end.

I clearly understood the implication: if I didn't pay the money, Jonathan and Nina would be dragged into this hell that I had no problem but, endangering Abraham's life and future as well. He was the child I had always wanted as my own. No, I couldn't risk Abraham's life. He was innocent. The problem was that the only way to save him was to pay off the millions of dollars in debt that his parents had accumulated which I couldn't afford. 

My attempts to resist had long since ceased, leaving me motionless in his grasp. "I will pay you back. Don't harm anyone innocent." 

His response was chillingly, punctuated by the flicker of a cigarette between his fingers. "That will all depend on your actions in repaying your debt," he stated, his gaze trailing from my lips to my chest with a predatory gleam. 

My whole body grew as cold as ice, “I would prefer death over being killed slowly every second I spend in a different man’s bed,” I declared. 

His eyes returned to mine as he leaned down in my face more and replied, “Then become my personal sex toy,” he offered, his bulging cock pressed against my stomach. 

My eyes widened at the offer. He did not bother to hide the lust in his eyes. He wanted me. I clutched the bed sheets in surprise. He was… big. Why was he hard? He wanted to fuck me, right then and there. 

He ground his cock against my belly, leaning even closer to my face, it threw me in the pit of despair. 

“I will repay the money by doing part time jobs,” I hurriedly placed my hand on his chest.

He stopped just inches away from my face, and for the first time, I saw a chuckle escape his lips, a sound that sent shivers down my spine despite the circumstances. It lasted for only a moment before he pulled away, bringing the cigarette to his lips. "An entire lifetime of you working part-time jobs wouldn't be able to pay half of the debt," he remarked, taking a drag from his cigarette with a lazy nonchalance.

His words struck me like a blow to the chest, leaving me speechless. How could I have forgotten the immensity of the mountain of debt that loomed over me? It was like facing a cliff with no way to climb down. I glanced at his bulging cock, then back at him, the realization sinking in that there was no escape from this nightmare.

“Now that you understand, strip,” he ordered, his gaze remained serious, leaving no room for argument. Panic surged through me, but before I could protest, his cock pressed against my vagina, sending a jolt of fear through my body. 

"Wait!" I gasped, my heart racing with desperation. "I will pay you back by doing anything you say."

His eyes shifted at my stubbornness as he slowly cupped my cheek with his large hand, drawing me closer to his lips. "Anything I say?" he repeated, his voice low and intense.

Our eyes locked and our bodies close enough to feel each other's warmth. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "Anything but sex."

"Let's see how long you can hold onto the 'Anything but sex,' rule" he whispered back, his hot breath fanning against my skin.