Esme She didn't ask many questions while in the car. My suspicions were correct that she would enter the nightclub. Is she the owner? I pray that she will not force me to sell my body. That's fine, she wins but I lose. "Come on, let's go out, Esme, your name should be changed to be more attractive, how about Keeva Mauritz?" "I love my name!" I said in a sarcastic tone. She smiled wryly, and I was sure she would be angry in a moment if I rejected every suggestion she gave. We did not enter through the front door, which all visitors enter, but entered through the side door, which was also guarded by two tall, burly men. A very noisy place, loud music could still be heard even though we were in a closed room. She asked me to sit beside her. "I will introduce you to the owner of this place. If you are offered something valuable then don't refuse it." Worth the same as the profit for it. I would never want to exploit my body for someone else's sake! The door opened and a man we
*Esme* Dark, tense, his grin deadly, he stared at me unblinking. I was locked, still, unable to move, standing looking at him from a distance. I don't know who the man was, his chest and shoulders were getting bigger and bigger, swelling, tearing the t-shirt he was wearing until it came off his skin. His broad chest was covered in thicker and thicker hair, and then he ran fast towards me, like a wild wolf about to pounce on my body. "Tharique! Ahh!" Damn! It's just a dream! I woke up in a room that wasn't big, on a warm bed wearing full clothes. Fuck! They must have seen my whole body. That dream was enough to make me scared and call out his name, the name of the bastard who had thrown me away. My breath was short, little, and breathless. I gulped and licked my dry lips. I'm thirsty, there's no water here. I sat up and wanted to go down but stopped when I saw the door open. The arrogant man entered while looking at me sharply and the door closed again. He walked closer to me,
*Esme*Every second that passed into minutes, I always felt uneasy. How do I serve various types of behavior of men in this place? As a new servant, I will always be introduced to them and taught. I've got the barmaid outfit. Of all the servants here, only I stay and stay overnight, the rest are all women who will be sold and auctioned. Young girls who were either kidnapped or sold by their families. None of them dared to escape from this place. "Hi, are you new here?" A woman with blonde braids was standing next to my locker. She looked at me while smiling. "Yes, I'm, please help me," I said, smiling kindly and shaking my hand. "I'm Claudia, where do you live?" For a second I think didn't want to let her know, where I lived... "I live... here," I answered, Her eyes widened and her mouth slightly agape, "Do you do room service too?" She asked. "No, I might not be here long," I said and she let out a big laugh. I thought for sure she thought I was selling my body. "You won't b
*Alpha Lucan Tharique* My eyes were on everyone in the room, but my thoughts were not on the issue they were discussing. The Werewolves who were willing to become Gamma warriors in the Lycan pack withdrew. They simultaneously chose to leave the city and build their new pack in the forests and villages that were still empty. Now it is starting to divide between Werewolf and Lycan. Where we had started to mingle and work together for a better life for the Wolverse, now we have become separated again. All of this is the result of Lilian's influence. The comparison between Lycan and Werewolf is very different. She wanted to show me that without Werewolves, Lycans would not be able to build a country. She wanted to make me fall from the throne for dumping Esme. The werewolves flatter Esme because they are free to become Thaddeus' experimental slaves. And for the past two nights, my thoughts have been on Esme. There is a deep feeling of longing to meet her. When she's near, I don't care,
*Esme* I've been here for two weeks and haven't found a way out. So far it's safe, no one has any problems with me because the man is not in town. They said, my fellow servants, that man would come here twice a month. If there is a report that is not good or affects their income, all servants will be punished if they are guilty. "No, please, let me go! I don't want to be sold, I don't want to be a prostitute, I still want to go to school, please, let me go!" I left the room to see the face of the poor screaming girl. Two guards grabbed her arms and threw her into the room after which they locked the door. "Please let me go!" screams accompanied by loud banging on the door. I feel more and more sorry for her. My feet stepped closer to the room. "There is a poisonous snake inside, if you scream it will bite you," said the man from outside. The girl's screams became louder and she asked to be let out. I can't bear to hear it, she should have a better future, where are her parent
*Esme* I held my breath so they couldn't sense my presence. Maybe they are also werewolves. My eyes were tightly closed, I was squatting like a pile of plastic trash bags that had been placed just like that. When they entered, I quickly stood up and ran towards the front. In the parking lot, I looked for a white car and unfortunately there were 3 white cars, where was the man. My eyes continued to monitor, anxiously looking around, the guard in front didn't see me, so I quickly ran to the sidewalk. Fuck that white car. If the guy guarding the door saw me then I might get caught again. I walked half-jogged, occasionally looking back. The glare from the car lights made me turn my face back to the front. I stopped walking when a gray car stopped next to me. The car window opened and the man smiled. "I forgot that I was using a gray car." He said, damn it! Luckily I didn't come across a white car. I immediately got into the car without protesting and finally, I managed to escape fr
*Esme*"Hi good morning," "Hi, morning. Sorry, I fell asleep last night," I said and it was true. This man is still busy preparing breakfast in front of the stove. I approached him and helped him cut the tomatoes without him asking. His sweet and friendly smile made me feel comfortable and not awkward with him. "I understand, maybe you're tired from work. Oh yes, today I'm going to the office for a while and you can do anything here. There are lots of food ingredients in the refrigerator and you can cook anything. Do you like cooking?" I nodded, while at Wolverse I always cooked my food. They prefer to eat red meat and sweet fruit. I always like things cooked for better digestion for my body. And I see this man likes cooked food, that means he's not a Werewolf. "Oh yes, I want to ask for your help again, can you contact my friend in New Hampshire?" "Sure, you know the phone number," I shook my head, "I forgot, I only know her name and address." He gave me his cellphone to type i
*Esme* I've longed for this kind of intimacy for so long. The intimate touch of a man that I can't stop. The lull of his lips made me open my mouth to let his tongue enter and wrap around mine. His big, strong hands felt around my waist, moving up to caress my back. Hot, my soul struggled for more, my boobs swelled against his broad, hard chest, and my body floated as he lifted me onto the mini bar and kept kissing my lips without letting go. My hands wrapped around his neck, oh no, this can't be done, this has to stop. I pushed his chest a little hard and our lips separated, gasping, taking breaths simultaneously, fighting for the oxygen around us and looking at each other awkwardly. I wiped my face and immediately put my feet on the floor. "Sorry Zoris, I—" He cupped my face, saying, "It's okay, we can take it slow." I let go of his hand roughly and kept my distance, away. Folding both hands in front of my breast, wetting my lips which felt swollen, and leaning my buttocks ag