Rossi Giraldo is the dancer of a very popular club in Bogotá, a woman who sells pleasure and vanity. One night a physically attractive, millionaire, desirable and, above all, dangerous mobster arrives at the place; She believes that he requested her services to have a night of passion with her, but it was the opposite, however, something very unexpected happened, and this gangster proposed that she sign a marriage certificate and move with him to Scotland. This confused Rossi a lot, but he clarified that he was not asking her to marry him because he loved her, but because he knew that they both had a child in common. And that's when this mobster named Dorian Torres showed signs of not being completely human, but some kind of werewolf, and Rossi began to understand why the son she had at home also showed signs of being a wolf. From then on, Rossi feels intimacy and in danger when she sees for the first time the face of the man who impregnated her six years ago, so she chose the most intelligent option, which was the decision to sign the marriage certificate offered to her the father of her son and move with him to another country, where they would proceed to educate little Thomas as the son of an Alpha wolf is educated. But what will happen to the marriage that she will have with Dorian Torres? Would he ever love her?
View MoreThomas stayed in the same place, with his overalls on, his sweater, his white shoes and his little eyes looking at my face. “Is that man really my father?” he asked in a cautious voice. “The one in the black suit that we saw when we arrived.” I calmly confirmed, I thought Thomas would be more excited about it. I watched as he took a long look at everything around him, including the ceiling above us. “And all this is from him?” I also looked around us, everything there was luxurious, although the walls seemed to be made of solid rock, cobbled walls, it did not look like something modern, but rather colonial; I assumed that the cost of each thing in that place would have a monetary value that someone like me would hardly be able to pay. “I guess”. I answered him calmly. I watched him sigh. “Mommy got hungry”. “Okay, okay. First we have to clean ourselves up a bit and then we’ll go for dinner”. At that moment someone knocked on the door that I had left closed; of course I kept
The blindfold fell off our eyes, I was the first to be allowed to look around, because the first thing I did was turn to my son, whom I was holding by the hand all that time. And I noticed that the first thing Thomas did was look up at the surroundings. Even I was a little confused, we got off the obvious private jet and now we were facing a giant house, a mansion of dark and old tones, somewhat gothic in appearance, surrounded by a rose bush that ranged between white, gray and black tones. What was that supposed to be? It wasn’t an ugly place, it was just quite—cold, dull, and mysterious-looking. A place similar to the places that are usually owned by royalty, somewhat old, but well supported on strong foundations. Then the main gate opened, there, more or less four or five meters away. Well, if I remembered correctly, after getting off the jet, at what seemed to have been the closest airport to the house, we had had to walk a distance of some fifty or sixty long steps. So it was
Rossi Giraldo. I swear I wanted to think about the positive part of this whole problem, knowing that it was better and healthier for Thomas to grow up in an environment where his natural instincts were considered normal, so even though it was still hard for me to fully process everything that happened with his body and his behavior during his development, he knew that an environment for him was somewhere where there were people similar to him. After all, he was my son, I couldn’t abandon him, I was unconditionally tied to him, because after all he was innocent, he wasn’t to blame for everything that had happened or for how he really was, and I had no fault either. The guilt of having become pregnant, precisely because everything happened against my will. “Where we go?” he asked, as I buttoned up the little overalls he was wearing. “To a better place, honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything and make sure you’re okay.” I answered, trying to hide the worry and all that anxiet
I stood up and didn't turn to see her anymore. "Follow me," was what I said. It was to be expected that she wouldn't refuse, so I didn't need to look back to make sure of that, I just walked around the table, calmly walking past where my men were and advancing to where the employees of the place looked at each other waiting for an order. "Sr. Torres," one of them said quickly, noticing that he was approaching me, making a slight bow of respect, he looked momentarily at the person who was coming up behind me and then looked at me again. “Please follow me. I will lead you to the room reserved for you.” Rossi Giraldo. I swallowed. This man had decided to have a night of passion with me. And it was already too late to refuse. Because no, I wasn't excited in the least to know that I was going to be with someone who wasn't entirely human, well— I didn't have physical and repeatable proof of what I had seen when I was on the table dancing, but every time I was convinced more than it wou
I looked down, there wasn't much reason to believe that it wasn't something real, in fact, I myself lived a reality outside my workplace that just then was screaming at me that the change in that man's eyes was not something unreal. I began to have doubts and insecurities about whether it was right to stay there or whether it was not the most sensible thing to stay in that place. "Rossi." I hear someone's male voice calling out to me, then I blink, snapping back in time and space to the present. “What are you still doing standing there?” He signaled me with one hand as a sign of hastening me downstairs. “Come with me, follow me. Dorian's men wait.” He said that and I repeated a question in my mind: “Men? Are they really human men?” A part of me began to feel very insecure to continue in that place, because I did have reasons to begin to firmly believe in what I had seen minutes ago. To— that man— his eyes had changed. They had changed him the way a werewolf's eyes change. And yes
Dorian Torres.Of course, if I wanted it, I could get it, everything around me, things and people could be bought by me, I just didn't need everything, but it was always good to maintain rank, owning areas and places, properties and beauties, that's why I had in mind to buy that whole building, to make each one of those thirty floors totally mine. Even that joint of Jhonny's, located across the entire length of the ground floor. It was a good place, with a good geographical location and with potential clients who might require the hospitality service, as well as that of company ladies. Yes, the business of drugs, weapons and whores was something that generated a lot of economic income. I was only in charge of selling tons of the first, buying stores of the second and enjoying the third. I started doing this when I was twenty-one and I was still doing it at twenty-five, yes, in four years you can do a lot. And even more so when you were born in a golden cradle and the possibilities
I did not stop dancing, it was not prudent to stop doing my activity. But my eyes are curious and I look at the scene that many customers ignore by paying attention to the girls' show. And not only did they seem to be expensive criminals, but the ones in black looked armed to the teeth, well, the guy in the remarkably elegant clothes with a simple appearance was definitely a potential customer. I knew then that I had to do my job to the best of my ability, I needed to get their attention, even though at my feet, there next to the catwalk, there were about five of them throwing bills at me and drinking liquor while they never took their eyes off me. But they didn't interest me, I was drawn to that beautiful man who had recently arrived at the place and whom the owner of the club came to welcome him in a way, apparently quite respectful. At no time did he look at me and that made me feel frustrated, but I still didn't stop myself from doing my thing. "Hey, beautiful." I heard someo
Rossi Giraldo. My green eyes looked like a coriander vine around a black lake, or at least that's what I imagined when the woman in the mirror looked back at me, I avoided blinking, because otherwise the mascara I was applying just at that moment would rub off. I would have showered myself in less appropriate places and it was not convenient for me to walk around there like a street hussy waking up after a night of strong liquor; My job was superior and of a higher rank, in a more presentable, luxurious and well-known place, where only wealthy people, businessmen, politicians and drug traffickers came. Pure elite people, dangerous men and others not so dangerous, but yes, men with a lot of money, men with whom just one hour could cost what is spent during a week of vacation in Cancun. I placed the little brush inside the container and turned the lid a few times, vaguely noting that my nails looked beautiful that night, with a frosty silver shine, showing what my soul was, somethin
Rossi Giraldo.That previous night I had been at my workplace, sometimes it was exhausting, but what made me most tired was the lack of sleep, so my arrival time at home was at the end of the morning, when it was almost dawn, sometimes the sun even hit my face when I got to the little house I have in Bogotá, my current residence. Throughout the night and part of the day, a babysitter was in charge of protecting my most precious treasure, my weakness, the man of my life; my little Thomas. He was a sweet, calm and quiet kid, a little different from the other kids at school, that's what I could see. But he was only a five-year-old boy, he still had a lot to grow up and adopt a definitive personality, meanwhile it was understandable, he was getting to know himself, even I was also trying to adapt to the changes that I saw in him and tried to I to understand why strange things happened in his personality sometimes. That morning I was sleeping, I know that it was definitely my fault what
Rossi Giraldo.That previous night I had been at my workplace, sometimes it was exhausting, but what made me most tired was the lack of sleep, so my arrival time at home was at the end of the morning, when it was almost dawn, sometimes the sun even hit my face when I got to the little house I have in Bogotá, my current residence. Throughout the night and part of the day, a babysitter was in charge of protecting my most precious treasure, my weakness, the man of my life; my little Thomas. He was a sweet, calm and quiet kid, a little different from the other kids at school, that's what I could see. But he was only a five-year-old boy, he still had a lot to grow up and adopt a definitive personality, meanwhile it was understandable, he was getting to know himself, even I was also trying to adapt to the changes that I saw in him and tried to I to understand why strange things happened in his personality sometimes. That morning I was sleeping, I know that it was definitely my fault what
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