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
Louisa's POVThe faster I spoke, the angrier I became. In the end, I found myself holding his arms with both of my hands.Lucas, looking amused, held my hands in his and said in a calm voice, "If you need money, you can always call me. I thought Leo had already informed you about this.""But I don't need your filthy money!"Lucas carried me up and placed me in front of a mirror.There are mirrors on both sides of the wall. I looked at our infinite reflections and secretly felt happy that he was about to take me to infinity.I'm so deeply attached to this fucking asshole. I looked like a plaster on his arm!"Look at your reflection in the mirror, Louisa." Lucas wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to stand up. His body was tightly pressed against my back. "That's the person you really are and that's the person you're supposed to be. I know it can be very challenging for you to accept the fact that I haven't been there for you in the past 19 years of your life. But the only thi
Louisa's POVI was standing on the sidewalk, wearing absolutely nothing.This part of the town was quite remote, so no one was around at this time during the day.Occasionally, I could see stray cats running across the road. They stared at me with sympathy, like I was one of them.How I wished I could be a stray cat right now! I didn't mind running on the street and eating garbage for a living. At least they were covered by fur and I didn't even have a single hair on my skin. Plus, if I were a stray cat, I wouldn't need to be bothered by my parents' financial strain. I wouldn't need to look for a job. I wouldn't be bothered by an asshole like Lucas Farrow and his whole fucking pack of gangsters, including my best friends Leah and Jackie.I couldn't believe my own best friends would turn on me for Lucas' sake.They practically abducted me and had my crotch waxed! What kind of best friends did things like that?!However, I couldn't blame them because it seemed Lucas threatened them as w
Louisa's POVBefore I was about to interrogate him, Leo continued, "Louisa, you have to understand that from now on, your business is our business. No matter whether you like it or not. If you need money, you can always give Luke a call...""So he can fuck me like one of his whores?! So I can get paid?! Not every poor girl is a prostitute! Do you know how pathetic and politically incorrect you are?!" I leered at him.I couldn't believe I was having this kind of conversation."Last time I checked, he was trying to offer you a job, not paying you for a fuck.""He asked me to be his personal assistant and required me to stand by 24x7 and do whatever he asked me to do...""Which is a decent job that doesn't involve dressing up in a short tight skirt, cleaning up shit.""Leo! I'm poor, but I'm not stupid! I have dignity!" I wanted to bite his head off.Leo shrugged again and said, "Louisa, trust me, I understand. You saw how Luke treats other women. That's why you're terrified. But please
"Where have you been? Is that makeup on your face? What happened to your hair?" My mom showered me with a string of questions."We've called Jackie's parents, they told us that you weren't working at their grocery store. Where have you been?" My dad looked at me worriedly."I was at a friend's party. It was dreadful, so I came back. Nothing happened. Don't worry about me." I waved my hand and said.Feeling exhausted, I really couldn't afford to face the music.But my mom was clearly determined not to let me get away with this one -"Louisa, what have you been doing recently? You have never lied to us before. We've been calling all this time!"I lowered my head and whispered, "Sorry, mom. I left my phone in my backpack and I left it in Leah's car. I'll get it tomorrow.""Louisa, both your mom and I stayed up late till this hour waiting for you. Don't you think that we deserve the truth, not the excuses?" my dad asked.His voice was reserved and calm as ever, but I could tell that he
Louisa's POVAs if I had a choice. I rolled my eyes secretly in my mind. I wanted to really roll my eyes in front of him, but I couldn't.It was physically impossible. I couldn't take my eyes off him.He looked so darn hot in a pink shirt that smelt like fresh pine trees after a summer rain.I had never seen anyone who could wear the color pink as he did."This is exciting. I've never taken a shuttle bus before." Lucas looked around with excitement.Oh really? Is this bus not big enough for you because you've got a fat ass and a even larger ego? I thought to myself."Why are you staring at me like a little alligator? Are you going to eat me?" His long fingers gently stroke his hair.Ah. How I wished I could do that. I thought to myself and immediately smothered this crazy thought."Not when you're the last man alive!" I mumbled and found my answer rather embarrassing.He wasn't asking me to marry him. What the fuck was I thinking?!I blushed, trying to look away.But again, I failed.
Louisa's POVThis was an outrageous fucking bullshit lie. And he said it right in front of my face like I was a fucking idiot."OK. So, let me paraphrase what you've said. You're telling me that, you, a fucking gazillionaire, who has everything in the world, want to be with a girl like me, a poor girl, who is not pretty nor smart, with nothing but a pathetic life? You want me more than anything in the world and you want to spend the rest of your life with me?""Yes," Lucas said with a giant smile on his face. He looked so genuine and relieved that I was this close to believing his fucking bullshit."Lucas. I'm starving right now and I need to eat. I have the feeling that you won't let go of me and eat something unless I agree to have lunch with you, which is the only reason I'm sitting here instead of jumping out of this window. But if you tell me one more fucking lie, I'll throw myself out of this car. I might roll over the ground or get run over by cars. I don't care. I'd rather bec
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