Lying in bed, I glanced at my bedroom window. I observed, despite the presence of my blackout curtains, that the sun still illuminated the sky. Shifting onto my side, I reached out for my cell phone on the bedside table. Enthralled, I gazed at the poignant collage I had crafted with the very last photographs that held immense sentimental value to me. These pictures depicted moments captured with my parents, mere moments before the savage wolf pack claimed their lives. Regrettably, I was absent that day. Instead, I spent my time assisting my grandmother in the vibrant garden. Yet, even now, the piercing echo of my grandmother's horrified scream reverberates within me, a haunting reminder of that fateful day.
When I was just thirteen, I suffered the tragic loss of both my parents. The thought of embracing them is a distant dream, and I yearn for the wise counsel of my mother in times of need. The dream of my father walking me down the aisle on my wedding day will never become a reality. These moments, so precious and irreplaceable, were cruelly taken from me by the wolf pack. Their actions not only stole my past but also permanently altered the course of my life.
Just as I unlocked my phone, it began to ring. It was Phillip, the manager of the establishment I worked at, Luxury and Lace. I sighed, sliding it to answer the phone, “Hello?”
"Emberleigh, could you come in earlier than planned? Kai is sick," Phillip requested.
"I can. What time was Kai supposed to be here?" I inquired.
"At seven. Can you make it? If not, it's okay. She wasn't scheduled to be on stage until nine tonight. She was just going to help organize everyone's things," he explained.
“I should be able to get there maybe around eight.” I told him.
“Perfect. See you soon.” He hung up the phone.
I spent just a few more minutes in bed before mustering the energy to hop into the shower. I followed my regular routine: wash, shave, moisturize, style my hair, and apply my makeup. Once I was ready, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I often felt awkward as I left my home. I was dressed in cozy leggings and a tank top, wearing a full face of makeup and my hair styled. "Someday, I won't be doing this anymore," I uttered to myself.
Grabbing my keys, I strode out of the garage and settled into the driver's seat. With a swift press of the start button, the engine burst into life, ready for the road ahead. The garage door opened and I left my home.
Around thirty minutes later, just after eight o'clock, I pulled into the staff parking lot, parking my sleek BMW with precision. Carrying all my bags and supplies, I swiftly made my way inside. As I approached the backdoor, the friendly guard, Gregory, greeted me with a smile and held the door open.
"Good evening, Emberleigh. Before settling in, Phillip requested for you to visit his office," Gregory informed me.
"Good evening, Gregory. Thank you," I replied with a warm smile.
Following Gregory's instructions, I proceeded towards Phillip's office and gave a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," his authoritative voice echoed from within.
With anticipation building, I carefully opened the door and stepped into his office, ready for whatever awaited me.
“Firstly, I would like to thank you for coming in early tonight. We have a large group coming in and they have requested a few girls to be available for their private viewing. You, Karly, and Tabitha are going to be available to them, if they want.” He told me.
“Okay that is fine, do we know when they’ll be here?” I asked him.
“They mentioned a time frame of around ten to eleven, could be sooner or it could be later. If you're concerned about it, you can fit in a few dances. However, the earnings tonight for the three of you will surpass anything you've ever left here with.” Phillip's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"Oh, so they're wealthy?" I smiled.
“Fucking wealthy. Rolling in the money. In fact, they reserved the spaces on either side of where they will be for privacy.” He leaned back in his seat.
“Who are they?” I asked him.
"It's the Alpha from the Lunar Shadows Pack," Phillip continued, his words fading into the background as my ears rang. A sudden sensation of dread washed over me, causing my face to pale and my body to tremble. The very pack that had taken away my parents was now making its way here. I would have no choice but to dance for them.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick. Oh, crap! Did you catch what Kai had?” Phillip stood from his desk worried.
"I shook my head and said, "I believe I just need some cold water. Thank you. Excuse me," before turning and making my way back to my area in the girls' dressing room.
I sat all my things down and walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. I took a small drink and let the coolness of the water slowly trickle down my throat. I took a few deep breaths and walked to stand in front of my mirror. I looked at myself and took another deep breath, telling myself that everything would be okay. Once I was composed, I changed into my glitzy bodysuit that had rhinestones all along the nude colored fabric. I put on my glittered elevated pole shoes and touched up my lipstick. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I added a few more sparkly accessories to complete my dazzling ensemble. “Emberleigh, you’re next on stage!” I heard my name being called by Katherine and made my way to the backstage area. “Are you good to do a double?” Katherine asked me. “Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem.” I responded. “Good, Karly had someone ask for a private dance. The others are already up on stage. It’s early so it shouldn’t be too bad.” Katherine smiled at
Stepping into the room, I was absolutely mesmerized by Alpha Maximus, the gentleman who completely captivated me with his performance on stage.I was instantly captivated by his irresistible magnetism as he drew closer. His mere presence filled the room, surrounding me with an exhilarating storm of anticipation and excitement. I cannot possibly feel this way about him. I made a deliberate effort to avoid making eye contact with him as he drew nearer. I quickly swallowed, struggling to moisten my parched throat.The room, once refreshingly cool, was now uncomfortably hot. His mere presence seemed to steal the air from my lungs, making it difficult to breathe, almost suffocating me. I could feel his gaze fixed on me, as if daring me to look up. My heart pounded in my chest, a familiar sense of panic rising within me.Summoning all my bravery, I mustered the courage to reveal my most captivating counterfeit grin. His nostrils widened as he took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of... what
"No, you cannot stay. You have to go," I said firmly, grasping the doorknob. I struggled with it as if I somehow forgot how a doorknob worked all together. "I won't leave this room unless you leave with me," he declared."You have to go," I insisted, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes.He kissed me once more, this time with a greater intensity. My body couldn't resist and responded eagerly to his kiss. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, as his tongue playfully traced my lower lip and delved into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, creating the most exquisite kiss I have ever experienced in my entire existence. I melted into his embrace as he held me in his arms.I found myself at a loss for words as he picked me up and carried me to the couch in the room. At that moment, I became acutely aware of the situation and pushed myself away from him, standing up. "I can't. I simply can't go through with this." I bolted for the door and ran out as fast as I possibly could.
Upon my arrival home, it was past midnight. I wasn't actually sick; it was just an excuse to catch my breath. His presence made me feel stifled. I sat in my car in the enclosed garage, gazing at the two duffle bags filled with money. I glanced at the note he had written me and gave it another thorough read. I let out a long and annoyed sigh and got out of my car, taking the bags with me, thankful I could finally breathe again. “I can not accept this.” I said to myself as I opened the door to my home. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me when I flipped the lights on. His voice filled my ears."You are under no obligation to accept the money, but I hope you will accept me. Come with me, Emberleigh," Maximus' voice whispered softly in my ears.I jumped and let out a small scream. “What are you doing here?”He smirked, “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t have found out who you are? It didn’t take much to convince your boss to give me your information. A little money thrown his way,
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I sat in the car, wondering where he was taking me. The landscape outside the window blurred past as we drove deeper into the unknown. My heart raced with anticipation, the unknown path ahead casting a shadow of uncertainty over my thoughts. Questions flooded my mind: What was his intention? Was this a harmless adventure or a treacherous journey? Nevertheless, curiosity overpowered my fear, urging me to stay vigilant and embrace whatever lay ahead."Is everything alright?" His voice immediately caught my attention. I turned to look at him, and he gave me a strangely comforting smile. "Yeah, I'm feeling quite nervous. A mere human walking into a den of wolves," I attempted to joke.We have no intention of causing harm to any human beings whatsoever. It is one of our top laws. The unfortunate death of your parents should never have occurred," he said to me. I stared at him, trying to process his words. The grief and anger inside me threate
I found myself in an unfamiliar room, adorned with peculiar decor and devoid of any personal belongings. A surge of unease washed over me as I tried to make sense of how I had arrived in this strange place. Sitting up in the bed, I shook off the cozy blanket. Outside the door, I could hear faint voices growing louder. Compelled by curiosity, I rose from the bed and began to approach the door, when suddenly, it swung open. "Good morning! Are you feeling hungry?" Maximus greeted me with a warm smile. "I could use something to eat. By the way, where am I?" I asked, glancing around the room once more. “You are currently in one of the guest bedrooms at my Packhouse. I tried to wake you up, but when you didn't respond, I brought you here to make sure you could rest. I hope that's okay with you?” He asked me. "Oh, that's alright. I simply felt a bit disoriented when I woke up. It won't cause any problems, will it? My presence here, I mean?" I settled into the chair, gracefully sitting do
“It’s me!” I finally declared, my voice shattering the silence. It was evident that Maximus intended to shield me from her, a gesture of protection. However, I held no fear towards her, not even the slightest. Despite knowing that in one swift motion she could end my life, I felt strangely invincible. With my declaration, a defiant smirk emerged on her face. It was as if she found my fearlessness amusing, like a challenge that ignited the fire within her eyes. Her smirk widened into a wicked grin, revealing a glimpse of the darkness that lay within her. She stepped closer, her every movement dripping with both grace and menace, ready to test the limits of my audacity. “You stupid little human slut. I can see why he didn’t throw you directly in the trash and reject you, you…” Tiffany was cut off by Maximus. “That is enough! Shut up, now!” He said through gritted teeth as he stood, putting himself between the two of us. Tiffany blinked as she looked at Maximus. “Maxie, are you ser
From across the desk, my gaze fixated on him, utterly enchanted by his mere presence. His hair, dark and meticulously groomed, effortlessly maintained its impeccable style even as his hands gracefully swept through it. With a straight and impeccably sculpted nose, he could effortlessly incite envy among Hollywood's most revered plastic surgeons. And those lips, so plump and tantalizingly irresistible. His jawline, a marvelous creation of intersecting angles, was adorned with a finely crafted stubble that created an alluring contrast. Yet, it was his hazel eyes that truly ensnared me. They possessed an enigmatic quality, transitioning effortlessly between shades of green and blue, mirroring the ever-changing depths of his emotions. Earlier, when Tiffany had upset him, they transformed into a deep green, unveiling his profound anger. Yet now, as he cast upon me a gentler gaze, they transformed into a serene shade of blue, briefly offering a glimpse into his vulnerable soul. I observe