Scarlett’s POV
The full moon lit up the sky, its silvery glow shining down on the enormous estate in front of me. My heart was racing as I stepped out of the taxi, the long and flowing skirt of my stolen blue gown brushing the gravel under my feet. I stood still for a moment, staring in awe at the mansion before me.
Alpha Dante’s manor was stunning and intimidating, with tall towers reaching into the night sky and ivy climbing up its dark stone walls. A warm light glowed from its windows, and I could hear the faint thrum of music and laughter spilling out.
I adjusted the mask on my face and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and wild, like pine trees mixed with something deeper…like something untamed. My wolf stirred faintly inside me as if sensing my excitement once again.
Two guards dressed in black stood there with sharp and serious eyes. I hesitated, feeling small and out of place in this grand world. My gown, my courage, even my dreams—they all felt stolen.
“Name?” one of the guards asked, his deep voice making me jump.
“Scarlett,” I said quickly, trying to sound confident.
He gave a short nod and stepped aside, letting me through. Phantom Moon pack was a bizarre place with even bizarre rules. How could such a grand ball be open to just anyone? In my pack, you need to be a nobility to step feet in such a ball. But Alpha Dante and his pack have adversity with hierarchy. It was even unbelievable that there were no nobles in the Phantom Moon Pack. Everybody was equal. What sort of sick joke was it?
The moment I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat.
Five ballrooms. Each one is more captivating and dangerous than the last. The one I was here for?
The Forbidden Chamber.
The first ballroom was a mating chamber, which was a place where desperate werewolves gathered in search of their fated mates. The second was for marking them, where wolves claimed their mates in ritualistic ceremonies. But it was the third ballroom, the Forbidden Chamber, that called for me.
It was here that the boldest of our kind gathered, where instincts ruled, and desires were explored without restraint. I didn’t care for fated mates or marking rituals. I wasn’t here for love or destiny. I was here for something darker. Something like sin.
I reached the door of the Forbidden Chamber, took a steadying breath and with both hands, pushed it open.
The sight that greeted me made my pulse spike. Bodies intertwined in every direction. Passion, power, and pleasure all mixed into a heady and intoxicating blend. My eyes darted from scene to scene. Women kissing, men dominating, and everyone lost in their highest pleasures.
“Holy shit,” A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the first pair—a red-haired woman sucking on the blonde’s breast, while the brunette kissed the blonde passionately. Their bodies were bare except for the masks they wore.
Before I could process what I was witnessing, I bumped into someone.
“Step aside,” a voice snarled.
I looked up into the eyes of a man whose cock was buried deep inside a woman, her mask barely covering her face was red and sweaty the rest of her body. He gripped her dark hair as he thrust into her. Each movement was punctuated by a harsh slap to her ass.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.
What had I walked into?
Nudity. Orgies. Hungry lesbians. Dominating men. Bondage. It felt like stepping into the pages of some forbidden fantasy. But this wasn’t fantasy. This was real.
And then I saw her.
A woman in a black leather dress with her breasts exposed while standing proudly on a stage. A man was caning her ass, the sharp cracks were echoing through the chamber. Despite the pain, her face was twisted in ecstasy, a look of pleasure that defied reason.
A voice near my ear made me freeze.
“Like what you see?”
I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous.
