All Chapters of Alpha's Human Hustler: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AMALA “After her!” On cue, running sounds reverberate the cracked pavement of the Red Light District. My breathing becomes erratic, my heart could almost burst out of my chest any moment and my feet are getting numb from this endless cat and mouse chase. Yet, I continue running as fast as I can, ignoring my consciousness slowly slipping away. I couldn't care less about my condition if it meant I could avoid getting caught by these loan sharks. Loan sharks whom my mother borrowed before she killed herself. And as her living descendant, I’m forced to hide myself until I pay every penny she borrowed from them. And right now, I still haven’t reached that amount yet. If they catch me, what will happen next? Who knows if they will sell me off to the wolves? Or worse… These pessimistic thoughts only motivate me to stay focused. But the gap hasn't decreased since the start of this run and if I falter, they will definitely capture me. I just need a diversion, like a sea of crowds o

AMALA I have no other choice. If I want a higher chance of escape, I should blend in with the crowd. So I stole some clothes and threw my old, worn ones to the incinerator. The dress doesn't even look exactly expensive either. The bodice dark blue dress that hugs the curves of my body is a bit short as its skirt reaches at the tip of my knees. I kicked off my old combat navy boots and replaced them with black leather shoes which were conveniently situated next to the dress. I do hope I won't attract attention, seeing that I just sneakily come out from the lower ground floor. Fortunately, they are too distracted with the music, the loud chatters and the food they consume that once again, I am lucky enough to roam casually around. The place I am in now is the function room of the Diamond Hotel. I recognize the familiar faces of affluent families from the human side. These are those who benefit the wolves and remain wealthy as long as they provide what the wolves want. Yet, this is

AMALAShock enters my mind as I remain frozen stiff when I feel this stranger’s lips snatched mine. Confusion comes after when I slowly process what is going on.When I feel his soft lips, I am almost in complete surrender, allowing all the tension of my body released at his mercy.This man—no, this werewolf—kisses me and I…allow it. He doesn’t stop as his hand snakes around my nape and pulls me in as he deepens the kiss.My eyes widen from his warmth as his experienced lips devouring mine gives me a foreign heat that is about to be released. "Hng!"I gasp out a moan and this gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside and relish his time exploring, enticing my tongue as he focuses playing around the sensitive spots. When I keep releasing throaty mewls, it only encourages him to deepen this French kiss. Ah, fuck it. I give up. I return the kiss, fighting for dominance and I feel the faint delight hearing him groan from my inexperience.But he refuses to cave in. His teeth

AMALAI finally arrived home at exactly 3AM. I sigh as my whole body feels so tired from the events happening today.From being chased by loan sharks, hiding inside a barrel, till being assaulted by a horny wolf–I am incredibly lucky that I managed to return home after all of these.What's more I have brought lots of fancy hotel food. Although they are mixed together in my bag, I am sure with a little reheating will do the trick.After all, beggars can't be choosers especially in a life like this.The room Amy and I rented is a basement of a run-down factory. The owner is a friend of my troupe director so even if the room is too small for two, it is better than nothing.When I head to the basement bulkhead, the door bursts open and a small figure tackles my legs."Amala!" "Amy?" My eyes blink in surprise. "Why are you still awake at three in the morning?" I kneel down to be on her eye level."Waiting for you!" She squeals as she gives me a hug. "You know that I sometimes have to wor

AMALA“Hng…Mhmm…” I groan as I am surrounded by heat as strong warm hands roam around my soft, tanned skin. I realize that I’m in bed and I am shamelessly naked and inviting the cool breeze on my heated flesh that I shiver. Yet, my body trembles for a different reason. And I can’t even move my body while large, manly hands continue to tease me, caressing more on my waist.What’s going on?I attempt to open my eyes but fail as they get heavier on each attempt. Right now, my body is experiencing a foreign sense of euphoria just by someone else’s touch.Pants and moans have gone louder as my body is being pinned to my bed by an unknown weight.A weight I recognize to be a man. His strong, large hands stop closer to my bare chest, not moving a single bit before his fingertips trail around the pink buds in a circular motion. He does it so frustratingly slow, without flicking my tits. His endless teasing is without a doubt intentional as I keep squirming around. If only I could move,