Chapter 6

Elijah

I swiftly return to my room after erasing the passersby's memories.

What was I thinking?!

“Oh, honey! You’re back! Do you want us to make lov—UGH!!” Without saying much, I point at the rogue whore’s eyes with my index finger, forming a circle. Soon, her eyes swirl as they follow my finger's movement.

After enchanting some spells and replacing her memory with one where I fucked her, the whore stands up with blank eyes. I grimace as arousal begins to pool, covering her thighs.

Just how wild is her imagination?

“Here’s your payment. Thank you for your service,” I say curtly, handing her a generous amount. She nods her head before walking toward the door, still with that disgusting arousing liquid. It will take about five minutes until she gets back to normal, though.

Once she’s gone, I sit on the edge of the heart-shaped bed, putting my head between my hands. I feel an indescribable dizziness, remembering that I didn’t just erase one memory but the whole brothel’s, including the police.

As I’m about to get up and take a cool shower to relax my mind, someone suddenly enters the room. It’s none other than Marcus, my dear Beta.

“Wow, that’s quite a show there! Did you really just beat your father’s Beta for that girl?” Marcus asks, his face amused. I raise my finger, intending to erase his memory too, but he already stumbles backward, holding his hands in defense.

“Woah! Woah! I’m just asking here! No need to wipe my memory! You know I always keep my mouth shut for you, don’t you?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. Seal my ass.

“But seriously, Elijah! What happened to you? Why did you help that chick? Is she perhaps your destined ma—”

“I don’t have a mate, Marcus. You know about my curse,” I cut him off before he can ask more. “Anyway, why are you here? Don’t you have a night or something? You didn’t look like you finished your business there,” I say, tilting my head at his bulge hidden under the brothel's rag towel.

“Oh, the sex? Well, it’s halted because of the commotion. My she-wolf forgot what just happened because you spread some erase spell, and it's not like I want to start over again," he explains, and I just ‘Oh,’ feeling kinda bad for him now. “Anyway, about the erasing, you know, the spell didn’t seem to work on her. She still remembers you.”

“Not working? What do you mean?” I frown. Didn’t I already cast the spell on her? I remember giving her the strongest one.

Marcus shrugs. “I heard that she’s asking the receptionist about you. I think the reason she might remember you is because she’s special. I mean, don’t you think it’s weird? You have pretty high self-control, yet you lost it and even planted that old man’s head. Not to mention she just dismissed your spell and—”

As Marcus continues rambling, I stay silent, thinking about his allegation. Well, sure. There might be something special about her. I agree with that.

My wolf has never been out of control since it’s passive thanks to the curse, and it’s weird if it goes crazy because of her sweet honeysuckle scent, considering I don’t have the ability to smell scents.

‘Maybe she’s a witch or something. If I remember right, father says something about witches' army wanting to take over the werewolf world. I should execute her before things get bad,’ I nod, adding her to the list of people that need to be killed.

Making up my mind, I stand up, gesturing to Marcus to leave this place with me.

As I step toward the coat hanger, I chuckle, forgetting that I gave my coat to that ‘little witch.’

Before I manage to take a step downstairs, the faint scent of wildflower honey suddenly comes to my senses and soon…

The little witch is back in my arms!

‘Mate…’ I grin, feeling my human mind go numb as my eyes shift to red one once more.

Rowena

After making sure that my son is well enough, just then I finally dare to leave him alone.

“To the Blue Brothel Inn, please,” I tell the driver. This time I don’t feel worry about the cashsince Lydia already gave me some.

Along the way, I can’t help but think about everything, especially Lydia’s offer. 

Seducing the Lycan Prince…

Well, that sounds tempting, especially knowing that the prince will be the next crown king, which means he’s going to be filthy rich.

“But Lydia said he’s a hard type despite his airhead. Not to mention so many workers want to be his consort. It’s not like I stand a chance to compete with others as I have zero experience as a whore,” I muse, feeling disappointed with myself.

Although I’ve spent a quarter of my life as Javier’s whore, I never wished or yearned to be one, so this task is kinda hard for me.

But once again, I try to assure myself by staring at Asher’s medical bill. I even grip the stranger's coat for more assurance. Somehow his old rich wine scent calms me.

‘I didn’t even know his name, though.’

***

Soon, the car stops in front of the brothel inn. I open the car door slowly, careful not to hit the inn’s rusty thorn hedge.

Entering the weathered building, I notice that the room is almost empty, probably because of the police.

Observing my surroundings, I see how messy it is with muddy footprints. It’s pretty different from my first arrival, where the place was still neat. I can’t help but grimace as I accidentally look at the police lines covering the table in the corner—the table where that disgusting old man previously sat.

The sound of a creak is heard from the nearby stairs, and standing there is…a drooling girl?

“Is she aroused?” I frown, realizing that her thigh is somehow wet, but before I can walk away, she suddenly falls!

Her body immediately hits my smaller one, and I gasp as some wood splinters from the rusty floor go into my palms!

“Ouchh!!!”

The girl hisses as she falls face-first, making her commission money spurt out, but that’s not my main concern!

It's what happens next: her forehead starts bleeding, and her green eyes stare angrily at me!

“I—I…”

“Hey! What are you doing? Did you just—ouchhh! ARGH! MY HEAD! Did you just purposely trip me?? Ahh, my lingerie rips!!” the girl roars, showing her canines.

I gulp, feeling confused as I want to tell her that it's not my fault, but my tongue feels tied. I panic more as she gets angrier, and other workers start gathering to watch the commotion.

I manage to avoid her claws by an inch from my hair, but it seems to anger her more as she becomes more ferocious. I really don’t want to make a scene in this new place where I will work.

I lose my footing as I try to step back. Just as I’m about to fall hard, my back hits something soft but sturdy, and looking up…

I see the stranger’s face!

“Mate…” he murmured.

Ance once again my eyes are hypnotized by his amber one.