#Chapter 1
“You brought this on yourself.” My dealer says as the front of his steel toe boot slams into my stomach again. I ball my body, but it doesn’t save me from the continuous force of his fist. His calloused hand grips my hair, and he makes me look him in the eyes. “Was feeding them worth it?” The stench of his breath forms a noxious cloud in the air, and I struggle not to vomit. He points at the terrified caged cubs. “They are our property. That means when we want them fed”—he releases my hair and I crumble back onto the floor—“we will feed them. And when we want them starved, they will starve. Never forget that you are our property, too. You are payment for your father’s debt. So unless you want him to rot in his cell, I suggest you learn to behave.” He grabs my arm and pulls me up to my feet. The buckle of my legs makes him dig his nails into my skin. “Let’s go!” he shouts in my ear. My legs are shaky, but I keep steady as he escorts me to the auction block. The darkened halls of the elusive, dank building are lined with more cages containing other women and cubs. Some peer at me while others hide their faces. Loud cheers and screams fill my ears as we draw closer to the stage. “Shift,” the man says to me. “They need to see exactly what they’re getting.” I want to fight, but the pain of my bruised body stops me. I shift into my wolf and he nods, then trains his eyes on the auctioneer on stage. “And now for our main event. The beautiful Karin,” the auctioneer says. The man pushes me onto the stage, and immediately the bidders stand to their feet. ‘Karin, you’re my amazing little ballerina! Now, go on that stage and wow them like you do me every day. Oh, and if you get nervous, just picture everyone in their underwear. Wait. Never mind, that is horrible fatherly advice.’ My father’s words bring me a little peace and for a moment I smile, but just as quickly, it morphs into something dark when I remember what this stage is for, and why I’m here. “Now do you all see why we saved her for last?” The auctioneer grins an awful grin as he strolls over to me. The clamp of the metal collar he snaps around my neck forces the first of many tears to fall. He runs his hand across the coat of my white fur. “I’m doing you a favor, folks. I could have kept her to myself, but she’s here, ready to go to the highest bidder.” His hands run down my legs to my paws, then make their way around my belly. He pats it and his grin returns. “Amazing. Absolutely amazing.” He continues his violation of my body as if I’m a show dog, and I hide my snout between my paws. I don’t want to see their eyes as they gawk at the way he touches me. “…look at the nice round ass on this wolf. Imagine the babies she’ll be able to give you. Low fertility rates? I disagree. Hell, she could repopulate us all on her own!” I can hear the bids. “One thousand dollars!” “No! Two thousand!” “Absurd! Three thousand!” He tugs the collar and uses it to escort me into a metal cage that sits in the middle of the stage. Its steel bars cause me to shiver. The door slams, and he waves his hand over it presenting me to the buyers again. They don’t stop. Each number grows as he continues to show them they made the right decision about being here tonight. They talk around me as if I’m some inconsequential thing that doesn’t deserve a shred of decency. “Come on folks, I know you can do better than that! You’ve risked imprisonment to be here, after all. If you want the babies of this fine white wolf, you’re going to have to pay!” “Five thousand!” “Seven thousand!” God, I want this to be over. I want to fade away. I want to be in a time when it wasn’t complicated, and it was just my father and me. Like a month prior when I performed at the Capital Theater and shed tears of excitement before I made my entrance. My thoughts are interrupted when a voice louder than the others causes the room to quiet. “One hundred thousand dollars. I should warn everyone here, bidding against me will not end in your favor,” the man says. “S-sold!” the auctioneer shouts, practically foaming at the mouth. He bangs his gavel, and I finally gather the courage to look up. Lustful green eyes bore back into me, and my breath catches in my throat. “Where do I go to collect?” the man asks the auctioneer, though his eyes never leave me. They tell me everything he plans to do to me, and I hang my head again. I know what’s coming. ‘You brought this on yourself.’ The words ring in my ear until the fragrance of cedar and gin drowns them out, leaving me with a drunken feeling. My fur stands on edge. It couldn’t be… “It’s our mate!” my wolf Ada says as she paces. I can feel her excitement and so much of me doesn’t want to ruin it. “It’s not him,” I respond. “I know you want to think that, but it’s not. Please, stop. You’re going to make things worse for us.” “No!” she growls back at me. “It’s our mate! Our mate is here. He came to rescue us. He’s going to rescue everyone! You’ll see!” I hate hearing her excitement knowing that it’s ill placed. It couldn’t be Ansel. He wouldn’t be here. He’s too good for a place like this. This dilapidated building that holds the secrets of illegal activity and slavery would fall to ruins if someone as respectable as Ansel entered its walls. “It’s not him!” I snap back. “Did you forget I rejected him?! He despises me!” Just as quickly as it came, the memorable smell disappears, and I bury my snout between my paws again, secretly grateful. “Would you really want him to see us like this, Ada? Hm? Could you imagine how disgusted he would be?” “It’s him. He’s here for us. I know we messed up before, but Karin, he’s here. I know he is.” Her restlessness inside me causes me to shift my weight in the cage. The auctioneer glares at me. “Excuse her behavior, she’s normally tamer. I promise,” he says to my buyer as he yanks the chain around my throat. Ada whimpers and stills, and I exhale; at least she’ll be quiet now. “Congratulations on your purchase! You can pic—” There is a shift in the room. Wolves put their noses in the air as their senses heighten. “Police,” the auctioneer said in almost a growl. My eyes follow to where he is looking and land on the plainly dressed people sprinkled amongst the crowd. “It’s the police!” A bang pierces the air, causing everyone to jump. Guns drawn; my dealers aim them at the police. “The second shot won’t be a warning!” another staff member shouts. “Drop your guns, now! The place is surrounded! You have nowhere to run!” I shake my head as the tantalizing musk, as strong as its owner’s presence, pushes through the chaos and dirt in the air. Ada paces inside me again, and I can’t deny it anymore. Ansel is here in this place filled with crooked people and a cage displaying my battered body for the world to see. Dread fills my heart. He’s here, and he’s seen it all. “No…please God…no,” I whisper as I shakingly follow the scent.
#Chapter 2
Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of a heavy battering ram erupts from the other side of the door. Boom! Boom! “Police! We’re coming in!” the shout from the outside. Gamma fighters enter the building with their masks shielding their faces, while some block the exit to keep the traffickers in. Dressed in thick camo print with black vest containing Blue Moon crest embroidered on them, they take their stance and join the other police in the fight. The traffickers don’t back down; instead, the present of the gammas seems to ignite their blood lust more. They flock in droves, and some are struck down before they can attack. Others have their arms jerked behind their backs as cuffs are snapped around their wrists. Members of the bidding circle race around the room to avoid capture or death as bullets fly from both sides. Chairs lay haphazardly on the ground with abandoned tux jackets sprawled over them. Ladies pearl beads detach themselves from their strings and threaten to trip those fleeing. Captives crouch in the corners of their cages, hoping that soon everything will cease. This scene unfolding should be more shocking than it is, but years of turbulence in the werewolf world have brought us here. I sometimes have the twisted notion that my rejection of Ansel five years ago was the domino that started the effect of the slow process of salvation for our people. Shortly after, his father staged a coup d'état and later replaced the old, incompetent alpha king. With his two sons by his side, they worked hard these past few years to fix what had been broken, but the damage had been already done by the years of the prior alpha’s rule. The distrust among packs has slowed progression. No loyalty lies among packs as their members’ malnourished bodies crumble in the streets from lack of food. There is no thought of bearing cubs when poverty and poor living conditions force any virile wolves to the brink of madness. And those who remain sane do anything to hold on to it, even if it means sacrificing the good that they once were. Constant disputes among the major packs allow for enemies like the vampires and bearmen to invade our borders. We face many battles that reveal, time after time, the consequences of our division. But the worst was born through the disintegration of our world. Traffickers, drug dealers, and other criminals’ prey and profit on the desperation of others. Debt is accrued and those who can’t pay are forced to barter the things that mean the most to them. Healthy female wolves and cubs are purchased against their will by the rich under the guise of doing what is needed for our world to survive extinction. And at the forefront is our alpha, Ansel, and his brother, trying to make things right. Ansel's scent floats through the air again, bringing me back to the present. Ada picks up on it at the same time that I do and immediately goes into a frenzy. “I told you! He’s here! Look! He really came to save us!” she shrieks, no longer caring about our bruises. Watching the scene unfold, I put the pieces together. “No Ada. I’m pretty sure that he’s here because he’s the leader of the gamma fighters sent here to capture the wolf dealers. I doubt he will notice us at all.” “Yes he will!” I ignore her. I don’t want to go down the path of this debate again. One thing that Ada was right about, however, was that I and the others were going to be rescued. I feel like I can finally let go of the breath I’d been holding in even amongst the turmoil of the surrounding screams. I hear the click of the barrel of a gun and freeze. A gamma is pointing his pistol in my direction! His gloved hand tightens around the gun, and I close my eyes and brace myself, but a scream of agony makes my eyes shoot open. “You fucking shot me in the arm!” the auctioneer yells. He raises his gun, but the gamma puts a bullet through his heart. His lifeless body slides down the bars of my cage, leaving crimson blood behind. The screams around me intensify. “We need to get out of here,” I say to Ada, and she grunts in agreement. I headbutt the iron cage and sink my teeth into the bars, but it doesn’t budge. I’m not strong enough, and as I peer up, my stomach drops. A bloody bullet is lodged in the lock of the cage, preventing it from opening. ”Dammit!” I shrill over the madness from the rage pouring through me. I try again by ramming my body against the door. “Open!” From my peripherals, I can see the traffickers who’d beaten me before hurrying to my cage. He’s seen me trying to escape, and swiftly, he grabs the leash of my collar and yanks. “Stop it!” he screams in my face. “I told you to stop being defiant!” He raises his hand, and the back of it strikes me hard against the face. I crumbled to the bottom of the cage and writhe in pain. He doesn’t get another chance to strike me as the bullet from another gamma’s gun pierces him in the back, killing him instantly. My vision is blurry from the bruising forming around my eye, but I can still make out the sight of stalk blond hair that moves through the crowd. Ansel?! I gather my strength and trembly stand on my hind legs to get a better view. A man with an expensive fitted black suit and blond hair that begs to have fingers run through it returns my gaze. On the breast of his suit jack lies a Blue Moon embroidered crest that matches the gammas. It was him, and like no time had passed, he still did a number on my heart. Ansel remains planted firmly among all the chaos. His eyes stay fixed on mine as if we’re frozen in time. I part my lips, but the sting of a prick on my side strangles my words. There’s a click beside me, and looking down, I see an empty needle at my feet. The room around me begins to spin and I sway back and forth in my cage. The drug courses through my body, and I can barely hear Ada’s whimpers as it affects her too. I collapse, and my breathing shallows as I feel the cage lift. Grunts and groans erupt from the dealer’s mouth as they band together to remove me. The dead bodies and electric sparks from the guns fade as I’m carried from the building in my cell. Drops of rain cascade down to the top of my cage, leaving small thuds behind. I am placed inside a rusted truck. I can’t make out the people around me through their dirtied mask and stained clothing. They shake my cage to taunt me, and my head slumps back. “W-were a-a-re y-you t-taking me?” I slur out, but I hear nothing but the roar or thunder and gunshots in the distance drawing closer. Then, as if some type of dream, cedar and gin permeates the air again.
#Chapter 3
My captures slam the doors to the boot of the truck and briskly make their way to the front. Climbing in, they speed off, and I struggle to stay awake. I can hear snippets of their conversation. “Did you see that?! He almost shot my ass off!” “You?! My head was almost left in the street with a bullet lodged in it!” They’re panicked, and it makes their driving erratic. My cage shakes back and forth, hitting the walls of the truck, making me dizzier than the drugs. They laugh, almost giddy at the prospect of getting away until the truck jerks forward. “What the hell is that?!” one shouts. The windows of the truck are painted with chipping paint, but I can make out several black cars speeding through the dim streetlights. Gammas Modified black Bentleys are their signature. They are sturdy, and almost impenetrable, with bulletproof glass and a coat as sleek as black licorice. They surround the truck and bullets soar through the air from all around us. My captors roll down the windows and fire back, but it is useless; there are too many gammas. I hear a loud pop and a hiss in front of me. The driver slumps forward and his head hits the wheel, causing a blare from the horn. I don’t need to see his eyes to know he’s dead. “Shit! Grab the wheel! They shot the tires!” The truck careens down the street, swerving wildly, leaving fragments of light as the rims connect with the road. My head smacks against the bars of the cage, stunning me. “He’s going to ram us!” From the side window of the truck, I watch in horror as a Bentley charges directly at us. The screech of its tires halts as the car collides. There is a deafening silence around me. Wide eyes and bloodied faces tattoo themselves in my vision as the truck flips into the air. Ada shrinks inside of me. She knows what I know; we’re going to die. The doors of the boot of the truck fly open. “Ahh!” I scream as my cage tumbles through them. It lands hard on the ground just inches from the overturned vehicle. Groans come from the inside of the truck, matching the ones that come from my mouth. I may be alive because of my cage, but my entire body is sore. Through the smoke of the truck's busted engines, I can see the surviving traffickers exiting. Black Bentley car doors swing open, and gammas exit, and the two groups approach one another, prepared to finish the fight. A raspy bay freezes everyone in place. Thunder bellows again, followed by a violent jolt of lighting that crackles right above. The piercing light momentarily blinds me, but when it passes, my jaw drops at the sight of a magnificent, enormous, golden wolf that stands in the middle. Its teeth are bared, dripping saliva that seems to sear the tar as it growls lethally. It lunges at the traffickers and locks its massive jaws around one’s neck and squeezes. His eyes bulge from his head and start to bleed. Bones crack under the wolf’s teeth as it strangles the man in his own blood. Tearing his head from his shoulders, the wolf hurls it from its mouth. Fear covers the traffickers’ faces, but it is too late. They won’t be leaving alive. My breathing hastens, and my heart hammers in my ears. The attack is brutal. Flesh and bones rip through the air and hit the ground in a splat. Screams silent as the gargling of blood drowns them out. I don’t want to see, but I can’t look away. The drugs coursing through my veins forces me to lean on the bars of the cage to keep steady. The gammas maintain their stance and watch as the blood bath unfolds. A thud against my cage makes me look down, and I want to vomit. The lifeless eyes of the man's decapitated head seem to plead with me, and the world blackens around me. “…I don’t want anything like that on my streets again…” I can hear the murmurs of a conversation around me. My head is pounding, but I force my eyes open. My skin sticks to the slickness of the cage. I’m in human form. “What happened?” I squint my eyes, trying to remember, and then I cover my mouth. Screams, blood, and flesh…I remember. I’m no longer on the street. Where am I? I peer around the room. It is vast and organized with gold walls and a wraparound books case that seems to hold any book a person could ever want. There is a large wooden desk with a dim lamp that displays a few scattered papers on top. A scarlet rug with gold lacing covers the floor all the way to the arching mantel that holds a crackling fire in the fireplace. The room is beautiful and warm from the blazing fire that crackles in the fireplace, but cold from the dark aura that surrounds it. The same burley voice sounds in the opposite corner. “Has the threat been neutralized?” Ansel asks. He leans back on the black leather couch and listens intensely to his men, and I realize they're talking about the fates of the wolf dealers. I tune in more intently. “Clean the streets of the blood and carnage before morning,” he ordered. Ansel adjusts the fit of his suit jacket, and my mouth dries. He’s not the same person I knew all those years ago. There is no trace of the tender, frail, sick boy I rejected. Instead, on the couch sat a man whose power and dominance exuded from him, whether or not he spoke. He now wore his blond hair short and raked to the back, showing more of his ocean blue eyes. His clothes were without a doubt expensive and vintage, and their tailored fit failed miserably at hiding the taunt muscles of his frame. He’s sitting, but it was clear he towered over most in the room. His chiseled jaw—covered with slight stubble—gave him a slightly rugged appearance, while his perfect ivory skin and sardonic smirk made him look like he was hand crafted by both God and the devil. He’s perfect. His confidence is alluring, but what’s more attractive is the clear respect his men have for him. “…that’s a pretty dark joke, boss,” I catch one of the men saying, though he’s grinning. Ansel chuckles. “Perhaps, but they should consider themselves lucky. Their deaths pale compared to the darkness I plan to inflict on the ones we kept alive.” They laugh at the joke, but I find it terrifying. The harsh, nonchalant way he talks about torture and death makes my blood run cold. Ada paces inside of me, and I close my eyes and breathe in deeply to ward her off. When I open them, I glance at Ansel again and contain a gasp when he turns his face and makes eye contact with me. He knows I’ve been staring, maybe even before this moment. His jaw twitches, and his face contorts into a stony expression. “Demolish the building and lay the dealers’ bodies in the rubble. I want anyone who attempts to disobey the rules of Blue Moon to see what consequences will follow.” His icy stare remains trained on me, and I know his words are not just for his men. Fear bubbles inside me as his eyes grow darker by the second. “What is he going to do to us?” Ada whimpers. “I-I don’t know.”
#Chapter 4
Ansel addresses his men again. “You all may go. ” There is a slight pause as none of them head towards the door. “Why do you need he—” Ansel peers over his shoulder, and the man immediately silences. Contagious fear bounces from man to man at the sharp look that Ansel gives them. They avert their eyes to the ground, and I can sense their fear mix with my own. “Understood. My apologies, sir,” the man says after a little while. They hastily exit, and lock the door, leaving me behind to face Ansel again. I don’t want to look at him. If he can make men twice my size that afraid, there is no telling what will become of me. His eyes shift in color to an amber that resembles the crackling fire still going in the fireplace. He looks almost feral, like someone working overtime to contain a monster that threatens to escape. My eyes widen. The golden wolf from before…could that have been him? I’d never seen him in wolf form before, but if it was, then the terror I witnessed on the gamma’s faces makes even more sense. Ansel takes a step towards my cage with a disdainful look that makes me wrap my tattered veil tighter around my body. Through the chaos of the night, my clothing had been little of a thought to me until now. The damaged blue sarong my dealers clad me feels even smaller with his piercing gaze on it. He sneers at me. “It’s difficult to shield yourself when you aren’t wearing much. Isn’t it?” His eyes roam over my torn sarong, and he curses under his breath “Why were you in that place?” he asks, folding his arm over his chest. It doesn’t feel like a question, but a judgement, and I purse my lips. Where in the past his voice was always soft and smiling, now it feels like no matter what I say, nothing will change how lowly he clearly thinks of me. Every part of what made him once familiar to me was drowned out by his new callous nature. “Please, just let me go,” I whisper, and he shakes his head. “I don’t think so. From what I heard from your dealers; you would be of good use to me.” He pulls a crumbled brochure from the back of his pocket. “Lily, the chief attraction,” he says, pointing to my picture. “Beautiful she-wolf who can produce high-quality heirs. Of course, they weren’t so kind describing you in person. If I remember correctly, they said you were one of the best whores they had because you crave to be fucked.” My bottom lip trembles at the sight of pure disgust on his face. I can’t tell him who I really am. I think to myself. If a stranger could illicit such a strong detest from him in less than twenty-four hours, finding out I was really his mate would send him over the edge. I know what I need to do. He may hate me for rejecting him, but I rather that than the alternative presented in front of me. “Answer my question,” he says, keeping me under his razor-sharp gaze. “Why were you in that kind of place?” “I-I…I don’t know.” “Don’t bullshit me,” he snaps. Ada rages inside of me. “He’s angry. Tell him who we really are and why we were there!” “No!” “Yes!” She pushes out of sync with me, as if trying to get to Ansel herself. The longer I’m quiet, the more I can see his temper bubbling over. “Why.were.you.there?!” he shouts unable to keep it in. I lock eyes with him, and heat covers my entire body. “They already told you, so why do you need to hear it again?!” I scream. “I was there so I could go to the highest bidder, and things were going to plan until you interrupted. Since you need a reminder, fine. I’ll happily give you one. I’m their beautiful Lily; their favorite whore that gives as good as she gets. Is that enough for you or would you prefer I belt out a song?!” Ada pushes against me, trying to take control, but I refuse to change my mind. I need him to be angry. Maybe If I push him enough, I’ll be sent away, and he’ll never know who I truly am. I can tell each word I say infuriates Ansel more, and I fight the urge to cower away from him. The rise and fall of his chest as he exhales sharply gives him the resemblance of a raging bull. I square my shoulders and let out a scoff. “Don’t look so sick to your stomach, mister,” I say, putting on the bravest face I could muster. “I don’t know you well enough to care about your judgement in what I do and don’t enjoy. I may not be your cup of tea, but there are plenty of men who would kill for just a drop of me on their tongue.” Silence permeates every crevice of the room as the last sentence leaves my mouth. Ansel’s jaw is flexed so tightly, I’m sure he will soon crack a tooth. A violent storm of emotion brews in his eyes as he contemplates my words, and I realize I’ve gone too far. They glow a golden as bright as the furious beast I’d seen slaughter the dealers’ moments prior. I brace myself to endure the brunt of his fury. “Strip,” he says, his eyes boring into me. My hands raise and find the hem of my sarong. I can’t refuse. The longer he stares at me, the more my body feels as if it’s completely under his power. “Are you aware that I can make you do anything I want with just one look?” he asks. My eyes widen and he grins. “My guess is that you weren’t. It’s a special ability of mine; one that I’ve mastered over the years. Now that you know, do you really wish to continue to provoke me, little wolf? I have as much control over my temper as I do your body right now, which is why confidently I can tell you that your plan won’t work. No matter how much you vex me, you’re not going anywhere.” Shit. My throat dries. I part my lips to speak but he puts his finger up. “Let’s skip the games, shall we? I’m a busy man, and it’s been a long night. Just answer me this, is that strawberry shaped birthmark still on the inside of your right thigh?” “What?” “You heard me, Karin.” His eyes return to their natural hue, and he remains stoic, as if baiting me to lie again. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know who you were? Come on, give me more credit than that. Can’t you see that I’m not the frail little boy you once rejected?” “I-I—” I stammer and waves his wrist in front of me as if demanding the words to fully exit. “Y-you what? Drop the lies and don’t insult my intelligence again. I know you. I know you have a strawberry shaped birthmark on the inside of your thigh”—he points through the bars.—“right there. Look if you don’t believe me.” I don’t need to look. I’ve had the mark since I was born. I’m out of options. He knows the truth, and the blaze in his eyes tells me he’s once again trying to control his wolf. “I’ve had enough of this, Karin,” he growls. Swiftly, he raises his hand, and I duck. “Please don’t!” I yell and shield myself as the metal of the cage cracks around me.
#Chapter 5
I wait for the pain to come from the sting of his hand across my face, but it doesn’t. “Please,” Ansel says above me. Hesitantly, I peek at him, and he lets out a scoff. “I’m not that much of a brute,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I-I don’t understand.” The cage vibrates. I’m not imagining it; he’s broken it with little force. Rods fall one by one from around me, making an enormous bang when they hit the floor. Ansel grabs one, stopping it just in time from colliding with my head. I can hear my heartbeat as I stare wildly at the metal pole in his hand. He extends it to me, and the ice of his eyes brews a storm in them again. “That cage was a bit of a buffer. Now we can actually have some fun.” My face pales at his words and his face breaks into a devilish grin. He chuckles. “I’ve told you already, I’m not a brute…well not THAT much of one, but that doesn’t mean I can have you continue to lie to me. Are you finally ready to admit that I’m right about who you are, or am I going to have to prove it to you?” I purse my lips and he shrugs. “Suit yourself,” he says. A gasp parts from my mouth when he jerks me to him. Ansel holds me at my wrists and examines my reaction. It doesn’t take long. Picking up on his pheromones, my body betrays me, and my legs turn to jelly. He takes one of my hands and trails it down my stomach, and my breath harshens. “Do you remember that night?” His eyes tint slightly in color. He pulls me closer, and I can smell the mint on his tongue as he brings his lips inches from mine. “At first, we were just running wild, and playing as we’d always done.” He places my hand on the outside of my right thigh. “Then out of nowhere it began to rain, and you looked at me, and I could sense something was different. Your voice had so much lust in it when you said my name.” Ansel’s lips found my ear, and his whisper caused me to shiver, “You asked me to make love to you. I’d never heard you be so brazen, but it was only the beginning of the way you would surprise me that night.” He gently caressed my hand, but it feels like he’s touching me directly. “You took my hand and placed it between your thighs.” Ada gave a raspy growl, and I bite my lip. Feeling him caress my hand again, and I close my eyes and part my legs. He smiles against my skin and slides his hand up further, landing right where my birthmark is. “I know every fold, mole and little freckle that sits on your skin. I know because I studied every inch of your body that night like it was a map made just for me. I also remember how wet you were…” His fingers connect with my mound, and my legs buckle. “You were as wet as you are now. Do you remember, little wolf? I do. Your teeth imprinted a row on my chest that I thought would stay forever. You asked me to touch every part of you that night, and I did, and the more I touched, the more brazen you became. You begged me not to stop. You told me over and over how amazing it felt when I stroked deeply inside of you. You orgasmed so many times against me that night, you were hoarse by the time the sun rose.” “Stop it, Ansel,” I say with reddening cheeks. “That was a long time ago.” He rubs his fingers back and forth, and my wetness grows. “And yet, it’s clear your body still remembers it all the same.” I twitch the tip of my nose to remove the addicting smell of him, but it doesn’t work. Ansel brings his face back to mine, and though his demeanor is cool, I can tell something in him has shifted again. “Tell me why you rejected me five years ago,” he demands. “I don’t—” He slips two fingers inside of me, and my words catch in my throat. Heat engulfs my entire body as he works against my sweetened spot. “Tell me. Why?” His fingers send my body into overdrive without him having to use his powers. My orgasm swiftly approaching, I tighten my wetness around him. “I didn’t love you anymore,” I manage to get out, and he stops, causing my climax to fall. Ada jolts forward, knocking me into him. My lie drives her into madness, and she grows even more out of sync with me. Ansel lips tighten into a thin line, and he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he picks up his torture again, and tears well in the corner of my eyes from my sexual frustration. Knowing I was close, he stopped his movements and smirks. “I guess some things haven’t changed,” he says with a smug expression that makes me grit my teeth. I can’t take this anymore. His closeness and Ada’s crushing sadness and anger were going to make me spill the truth. “I’m sorry, Ada, but I need to do this. It’s the only way to keep everyone safe.” She doesn’t answer me, but I can feel her overwhelming emotions. Pushing them to the side, I swallow my spit and force more poison from my mouth. “Things have changed, Ansel, whether you believe they have or not. I’m not the same girl you knew before, or haven’t you gathered that yet? They may have changed my name on the auction block, but what they said about me is true.” The sneer on his face contorts into a look so dark I can practically see his wolf on his face. He pulls his fingers from me and scowls. “What did you just say to me?” “You heard me,” I challenge back, and the veins in his temples jump. “What part of I go to the highest bidder do you not you understand?” The look he gives me kills me as much as Ada’s broken heart. If he had even a slither of some feelings left for me, it’s definitely now replaced now by hatred. “How many men have you fucked for money?” he asks through ragged breath. I keep my gaze fixated on him. “Countless. More than enough to forget out that random night we shared,” I say as my bottom lip quivers. Ansel’s eyes shift in color again, and his nostrils flair. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he uses it to back me into the couch. Red in the face, he pins me to the furniture, and I can feel his erection pressed against me. “Say it again,” he baits me, and I can sense his wolf coming to the surface. “Go on, Karin. Provoke the beast right out of me.”
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