Louisa's POVAs soon as the last class was over, I packed my belongings and rushed out of the classroom.I had an interview tonight for another part-time job.The post description didn't reveal much. It was a caretaker for an empty house and I was 89% sure that house was haunted like the one in the Shining because the pay was ridiculously good.If I successfully got that job, my wage would spike.And since I was in a really grumpy mood today and my bad mood was infectious, I didn't plan to carpool with the O'Reilly sisters.Anyway, the interview place was not so far away from the school. I didn't mind walking for 40 minutes to get there.But as soon as I got out of the classroom, I saw Jackie and Leah standing outside."Aha, here we go," Jackie said with relief."Let's go now," Leah said."Wait... Aren't you supposed to be at Economics 101 right now?" I frowned."We skipped it," Jackie said. "We've been waiting here for you.""What?! You've been waiting outside my classroom for an hou
Louisa's POV"Louisa, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. In and out," Leah said.As soon as she held my hands, I immediately started to breathe again."What did you see, Louisa?" Leah asked. Her voice was hypnotic."I... I saw... It must be a giant, wild beast! We should call animal control!" My mouth was dry."Louisa, there's no wolf on campus. If there was a giant wolf lurking around, people would have seen it!" Leah said."But I saw it... I really saw it!"Jackie handed me a bottle of water and said, "Louisa, you need to be hydrated. Close your eyes for a while. All you need is sleep.""I'm not crazy! I really saw it!" I insisted, gobbling down some water from the bottle."Louisa, you're exhausted. Close your eyes and take some rest. It's for your own benefit."Leah's voice was as soothing as a lullaby.My head started to feel heavy. The world in front of me darkened as time went by. My vision turned blurry."I... I have to..." I murmured.Leah placed my head on her lap and
Louisa's POVGold Gemdale was a high-end department store in the city center."Oh, mine. What is that?" I heard a shriek. "The miserable trio. Three banshee sisters!"Dressed up to the nines and surrounded by her minions, Jessica looked like a walking"Fuck off, Jessica. Go back to your fucking coven," Jackie hissed.The aggressive, sassy Jackie was back. Great.Jessica rolled her eyes and her nostrils flared."Did you guys smell it?" She asked the minions around her."The smell of horse shit." A girl teased me.Other girls giggled."No, it's the smell of poverty," Jessica snarled."Shut up, slut!" Jackie warned. "Beat it before I step on your stupid face."Leah pulled Jackie's arm and said, "Jackie, save it. We've got work to do. Let's just walk away."Work? I frowned. Did someone ask them to buy me stuff?Jackie gave Jessica a dark look and walked away.Jessica rolled her eyes, used a finger to poke at my chest, and said, "Go back to your pathetic stable and stop making a fool of yo
Louisa's POVThat was definitely a new low in my life.How could I possibly shout something like that out loud?"Louisa, listen to me. Everything will be fine." Leah held my arm and said."No! I don't want it! Stop! It's so painful!""Well, if you can't put up with this amount of pain, you'll be in big trouble later on." Another girl whispered, giving me a meaningful glance.Other girls chuckled."Ahem." Jackie cleared her throat.All the girls were silent, busy applying sticky paste between my legs."What?! What are you doing?! Stop putting wax on my crotch!"Nobody seemed to hear me.Jackie pulled up the curtain and brought me a glass of water."You need to be hydrated. Your lips are chapped," she said.I ignored the water and hissed, "Let go of me! You two have been acting weird ever since this morning! What's going on?! You ought to tell me the truth!""Lucas wants to see you tonight at his birthday party. So we are asked to groom you. You can't show up at his birthday party looki
Louisa's POV"Louisa, you look... Amazing! Unbelievably stunning!"Jackie looked at me and said.Leah stared at me with amazement.Both Jackie and Leah were wearing long white chiffon dresses.They looked so rich, so elegant, so sophisticated, so... different from their everyday look that I couldn't even recognize them at first sight.The limousine we were sitting in cruised silently forward. Nobody told me whose limo was. I wanted to ask, but I didn't even bother. I knew no one would tell me anything.It must have something to do with Lucas. No one had ever made so much impact on me the way Lucas did. I couldn't fathom why. Was it his looks? His body? His shit-eating smile? Or his power and wealth?My heart failed to steady to its regular rhythm at all.I shook my head. What was that? Did I get a sudden rush of adrenaline attack even by thinking about Lucas?I looked up to give a sigh and I saw stars on the ceiling of the limo, which was kind of weird, because if a person could affor
Louisa's POVJessica's eyes were full of hostility and disgust."She didn't steal anything, Jessica!" Jackie defended me. "Shut up and pour more wine into your hole.""Well, well, well," Jessica rolled her eyes and said. "Then could you please explain to me how a girl, who was born into a horse farmers' family, who used to work in a strip club, could afford something so expensive like that?""Because I lent it to her." An authoritative female voice appeared.I looked back and saw a queen-like woman, surrounded by servants and maids, making her way into the yard with graceful elegance and radiant gentleness. Wherever she walked, people withdrew and bowed slightly. It seemed that nobody dared to look at her directly into her eyes.Is she an aristocrat? A duchess or a princess? The heir to a throne or something?Jessica, who had always been so domineering and aggressive, had to reduce herself to a bow in front of this lady."Good evening, Mrs. Farrow," she mumbled nervously.Mrs. Farrow?
Louisa's POVNothing calms me down better than music. I've been practicing playing the piano for at least a decade. My mom thought it was a waste of time and money for someone like me, but my dad insisted on paying ten dollars per hour to let me practice in a Piano Room that was located next to a public toilet in town."She looks like an angel when she plays." He would comment with a proud smile on his face.How I wished I could go back to my parents right now! I couldn't wait to tell them everything I had been through these days!I opened the lid and adjusted the height of the seat.The moment the tip of my fingers touched the cold black and white keys, I was set free.All the stress, pressure, and shame disappeared.With a raised head and chest, I took a glance at the silver moonlight pouring from the windows and started to play.It was my favorite piece, "Clair de lune" by Debussy.Moonlight.It was definitely Debussy's masterpiece. It was a translucent version of a poem.Whenever
Louisa's POVWhat am I supposed to do? Do I have to make a squeaking sound like a rat? But let's face it, making a squeaking sound doesn't really change me into a rat, does it?!I totally freaked out."Don't be stupid. There's no rat in this house," Lucas mumbled.How could he be so drunk yet still manage to give a woman organism?That was a myth."No, I heard it! It was a rat!" the girl insisted.Shut up, bitch. Enjoy your fucking annal sex and leave me alone! Just do whatever you're supposed to do and walk away!The sound of thrusting ceased.My heart sank.No... Is he going to drag me out of my shelter? Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?!I covered my mouth, so I didn't scream out. But I didn't think it would make any difference, because my heart was pounding so loud that the whole floor was vibrating.I heard the sound of steps walking away from the sofa. Then, the sound of pouring liquid into a glass.The girl whined, "Lucas, what are you doing? Are you going to take a look at w
Lucas' POVI couldn't depict the ecstasy when a werewolf felt that he was being accepted and admired by his mate.All I could say was that it was so real that it almost became a palatable thing. It was a feeling unlike any other. A sense of pride and satisfaction filled my soul and radiated outwards, warming me from the inside out.My lips were still burning with her scent. It lingered there and refused to fade away.I had kissed her multiple times, but we had never really kissed each other until the flaming kiss we shared a moment ago. A kiss that had been born in the fire and had forged a bond between us that would last a lifetime.I may have achieved nothing in my life. I might have been taken as a loser to my brother or a disappointment to my parents, but the existence of my mate proved that I was capable of achieving anything I set my mind to.I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. The sun was shining, the house was burning, the crows were screeching in rising smoke, and the
Lucas' POVWhen I got upstairs, the whole corridor was blanketed by heavy, black smoke.The fire was a raging inferno, a monster with a voracious appetite for destruction.The building shook and groaned as the flames consumed it, chewing through the walls and ceilings like a beast gnawing on its prey. Smoke billowed out of the windows, a thick and choking cloud that obscured the sky.The servants rushed about in a panicked frenzy, shouting and pointing as they tried to escape the fiery hell.Fuck. Leo knows how to set up a fire.One of them recognized me in the chaos, pushing me downstairs."Please don't go any further, Young Master Lucas! Go down!" He screamed at the top of his lungs."Where's Louisa?!" I shouted."I didn't see her! Please go downstairs, Young Master! The firefighters will come to rescue her!""Did you see Leo?!"The man shook his head violently.Oh. Fuck it.I pushed him aside, removed my shirt, dampened it in the water, and ran directly into the fire.I made up my
Lucas' POVI felt that my lungs were punctured by one of my broken ribs, but I wasn't sure.My throat was filled with blood and bitter fluid, so I coughed it out."You aren't my son, because my son will never tell a lie so shamelessly right in front of his father." My father was fuming with anger.Before I could say anything else, my father struck me again. This time on my back.I immediately bent down and fell to the floor in pain."Look at you. Rolling on the floor like a fucking dog. Look at me, son. Why don't you look at me and answer my question again? Did you reject that human girl?!"My father grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. I guess my spinal cord was ruptured because I literally couldn't feel my legs."Father..." I spat the blood in my mouth and said in a blurry voice. "I didn't lie to you..." My father's eyes were blazing with tremendous disappointment and bone-chilling malice. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to stab the iron bar into my throat.The
Lucas' POVAs soon as I got into the living room, I saw Lycidas gloating at me like fucking Alvin the chipmunk. "You look very happy today, brother." I took a glance at the blonde girl standing next to him.I definitely fucked her before, but I couldn't recall the details."You look like shit, Lucas. What have you been doing these days?" Lycidas smirked."You know me. I'm busy fucking women and getting drunk." I couldn't take my eyes off the busty blonde's chest.I should at least remember her tits. They were gigantic."Hello, Lucas. Nice to meet you again." The blonde girl displayed a gummy smile at me."Hey...""You don't remember me, do you?" The smile on her face froze."I don't remember a lot of women, but I have to say that I would like to know your tits again. They're very impressive.""Oh, really?" The blonde flicked her tits casually in front of me. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples hardening beneath her tight bondage wrap. She bit her lower lip and moaned
Lucas' POVFuck my life. Lycidas must have varnished the truth by making up crazy fucking stories to my father. There have been too many incidents these days, so technically speaking, Lycidas didn't really need to make up too many stories. First of all, the school bus I was on the other ran into a rogue wolf the other day. Some journalists in our world exaggerated it and claimed that I, the son of a Lycan, ran into a rogue in my limo and dragged him for several miles before finally scraping his remains off the tires. My father didn't like it since he was currently trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the rogues.Leo and I killed the Donaros at the cemetery in wolf form. Everything went well until some motherfucker junkies took a few snapshots and posted them on social media, and it went viral. People in town started urban stories like wolves chewing human faces and stuff like that. My father didn't like it, either.Plus, I sort of rejected my mate as my father requested, but in fa
Lucas' POVI had never been so furious before in my life.This shameless fucking bitch must have known that I wouldn't kill her, so she just kept challenging me.Damn. I shouldn't have told her that she's my mate. I should have killed her when she shoveled that fucking mop into my face for the first time!Throughout my life, I had witnessed my father and uncles torturing others in a thousand ways, some of which were pretty medieval and I was sure they were passed on from one generation to the next, but the only thing I could come up with at that time was fucking the brain out of this fucking crazy girl being chained in front of me.But at the same time, the human part of me kept telling me that I shouldn't do anything against her will because that would be wrong, very wrong. After all, I had fucked so many women in my life, but I had never fucked anyone without their consent.However, the wolf part of me insisted on consummating with my mate. Ever since I met Louisa, he had been givin
Louisa's POVHis words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.But, again, I failed.I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equally poor male human
Louisa's POV"What the fuck is a Lycan?"Lucas is better than the rest of his kind, even among werewolves? I mean, seriously, give me a break."Lycans are... royalty werewolves. We are larger, stronger, and faster than average werewolves. We can shift into animal form at any time we like, and we were born with different gifts. For example, my mother can read other individuals' minds and predict the future. My uncles can control elements of fire and water, or summon animals. It's an inherited thing. This identity and wealth are passed down from generation to generation."Well, that explains his pride, privilege, and superiority in almost everything. He was born into a royal family."I heard people talking about things like Alpha and Luna. Are they leaders among werewolves?" I asked.Lucas nodded slightly."Wolves are highly social animals. That's why we live in packs. An Alpha is a leader in a wolf pack. All my uncles have their own packs. But in my father's case, he's the leader of th
Louisa's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Lucas wasn't there.I turned around and tried to get up, but that fucking Ben Wa thing was still in my ass, so I couldn't really sit.I put my hand behind, trying to take it out, but as my fingertip touched the silicon handle, the door opened.Lucas, dressed up in a white T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants dangling on his hips, held a tray of breakfast in his hands.Turning crimson, I immediately retracted my hand, but it was too late."You can't take it out without my permission." He smirked, kicking the door closed.Every single movement of his was effortless, while every single movement of mine was a trench battle against all the elements in this entire universe.I could see why he didn't want me.A wealthy prince falls in love with a poor wench in fairytales. In reality, a prince always marries a wealthier princess.Lucas put the tray on the table. His sculptured, pouty lips were curved into a sexy angle. He was dashingly refreshed an