บททั้งหมดของ My Big Bad Wolf-A Werewolf Trilogy: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Several days passed, and one evening, as I was leaving a job interview, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, expecting Alex. But instead, I was met with the smiling face of a young woman with auburn hair, and a smattering of freckles across her nose.Her eyes sparking with recognition, she asked "You're Elysia, right? I'm Lila. I work at the bookstore. I saw you looking at the book on the Quarter's history."Raising an eyebrow, I nodded warily, unsure if she had followed me, or what. "Yes, I'm Elysia. Umm…were you following me?"Lila laughed, shaking her head. "It's a small town," she said with a wink, as if that was enough ex[lanation. "Everyone knows everyone's business around here. Plus, you looked like you needed a friend."Her candidness was surprising, but there was something about her that felt genuine and I smiled, despite the turmoil still churning in my stomach.Minutes later, as we sat on the steps of a nearby townhouse, she asked, "So…what's your story?" The setting sun

~ALEX~Swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand, I leaned against the balcony, staring out into the lights of New Orleans. The club's beat thumped below me, a constant reminder of the life I lived. It had been weeks since Elysia had left, and the empty space she'd left behind was a gaping wound that no amount of alcohol could dull.Her scent lingered in the room she'd once occupied, a haunting echo of her presence. I'd thought the bondage and the games had been enough, but I'd been wrong. She'd shown me another side of life, one that wasn't just the highs and lows of pleasure and pain. I'd been allowed a taste of something I wanted to taste again, something different than the games of power that had consumed me for so long.I took another sip, but the amber liquid had done little to ease my discomfort. I had tried filling my desires with other women, but none had tamed the fire of need that burned within me. Though she’d left with no word, I knew where she was. I always knew.As I gaze

The alleyway was narrow and dimly lit, the scent of the river and the faint aroma of spices from nearby restaurants mingling in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and slowly made my way down the alley toward the side of the building that held the outside stairs to my apartment.Anger and anxiety gnawed at me as I climbed the stairs, each step echoing in the quiet of the night. When I reached the top, I paused for a moment, listening for any signs Hartwell was lingering around the bookstore. The city's sounds were my only company—a distant car honking, the murmur of a street performer's saxophone, the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Nonetheless, I hurriedly unlocked the door and slipped inside, closing it firmly behind me. Mac squeaked a greeting from his cage, and I let out a sigh of relief. The apartment felt smaller than ever before, the walls seemingly closing in on me as the weight of Hartwell's threat pressed down on me but for now, I was safe. In the days tha

Minutes later, as I made my way down the stairs I called, "Lila," into the bookstore. She looked up from the book she was reading, her eyes lighting up at the sight of me."Hey, Elysia," she said, setting the book aside. "What brings you down?"I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I had a... weird experience last night," I began, my voice shaking slightly. "I think I saw something. Something... not normal."Her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "What do you mean?""I mean," I said, pausing to gather my thoughts, "I saw huge dogs—werewolves, I think—fighting in an alley. One of them looked... familiar."Her eyes widened, and she leaned in closer. "Familiar? What do you mean?" she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. With a hesitant laugh, I murmured, "It reminded me of... Alex.”"Oh my God," she breathed, her hand flying to her mouth. "Are you crazy, girl?""I don't know," I admitted, the doubt heavy in my voice. "But the way he lo

The silver-haired man at the bar watched with a knowing smile as Alex and I danced. His gaze was a blend of envy and excitement. The club's pulsing lights painted the scene around us, casting a strobe-like rhythm that matched the throb of desire building in my core. The sea of bodies parted, creating a space just for us—our own stageAlex's hands wandered down my back, cupping my ass, and hoisting me closer, aligning our hips in a silent, yet eloquent, promise of what was to come. His cock, hard and demanding, pressed against me and my body responded in kind; my movements grew more sensual, a dance of want and need.Alex's touch set me on fire as his palms found my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples into eager points. At the sensation, I gasped, pleasure shooting through me.His teeth grazed my neck, his breath warm and urgent as our dance became more intimate: a silent conversation of lust that the onlooking crowd seemed to understand.As his hand trailed down to the juncture of m