2: Going to work

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• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   20: Needing rest

  *Catwulf* The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. I glance between Mr. Eviil and the werewolf, whom I have not cared to ask the name of, each representing a path I’m terrified to tread. I’m exhausted, caught in a storm of emotions… fear, anger, confusion… and deep down, there’s a gnawing sense of despair. I don’t have the energy to run from this. I’m tired of fighting for my freedom only to be faced with yet another choice that could lead me back into darkness… I know they will just find me again. “I can’t keep running,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but it echoes in the silence that follows. “I don’t have the strength to start over with nothing.” Both men seem to sense my surrender, their postures shifting ever so slightly, like predators sensing a moment of weakness in their prey. I draw a deep breath, filling my lungs with the stale air of the apartment, and find that, despite everything, I still have a

• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   19: Can she trust anyone

  *Catwulf* I freeze, caught in a web of tension as my old boss, Mr. Torn Eviil, barges into the room. His presence is commanding, a stark contrast to the predatory calm of the man from the diner. I can hardly process the situation as he strides forward, his eyes flicking between me and the stranger who has invaded my sanctuary. “Let her go,” Mr. Eviil demands, his voice low and dangerous. The authority in his tone sends a jolt of unease rippling through the air. The man from the diner releases my arm, but his gaze remains locked on Mr. Eviil, sizing him up. “You don’t understand,” he says, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “She needs to come with me. Therian, her mate, is looking for her.” I’m still reeling from the shock of my old boss’s sudden appearance and the chaotic emotions swirling inside me. Therian… the name feels like a knife twisting in my gut. I don’t want to think about him, about our past, about the bond that seems to tug at my very essence… but I am al

• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   18: Trying to run

  *Cathwulf* I wipe the counter for the third time, my mind racing faster than my hands can move. The man’s presence is like a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just a curious diner customer. No, he’s something more—something I’d hoped I’d left behind. My heart pounds in my chest as I steal glances at him, trying to appear nonchalant while my instincts scream at me to run. The clock ticks on, and I keep the coffee flowing, though my hands tremble slightly as I pour. Each time I return to his table, I feel that unsettling gaze locking onto me, probing deeper into the facade I’ve constructed. I can’t help but notice the way he watches me, like a wolf eyeing its prey, and it sends shivers racing down my spine. “My coffee’s getting cold,” he says, breaking the silence that’s settled like a heavy fog. His voice is smooth, but the underlying menace is palpable. “Right,” I reply, my voice shaky, and I quickly refill the mug, keeping my eyes on

• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   17: Her new life

  Three Months Later*Cathwulf* The menu at Joe’s Diner switches to lunch at ten in the morning, but we keep breakfast on the grill for those few souls who still crave pancakes and eggs at noon. It's a quirky little place, and I love it. The breakfast crowd is long gone, leaving behind a faint aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon. I’ve cleaned all the booths and straightened the counter, so I wander to the glass front door and peer out onto the street, half-heartedly searching for something or someone. In the beginning, I looked for a savior, a glimmer of hope, but now it’s just a habit… a ritual of sorts. I’ve shed my old life, living as an unassuming human named Sarah Smith. I even adopted a southern drawl that feels oddly comfortable on my tongue. It’s a strange freedom, this new existence, where no one knows I’m special and no one wants to buy or breed me like some exotic creature. The werewolf life is a distant memory, buried under layers of mundane routines, so far removed that

• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   16: Gone girl

  *Therian* “Good, I prefer not to have an audience”. The young woman wraps her arms around men and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head away, so instead she kisses me down the neck instead. I am looking towards the door, a weird pain spreading inside my chest. I am not sure why I even do this … this horrible thing. Did I want to cause her the same pain it caused me to know someone else has used her ? To provoke her ? To show her other women want me ? “She hates me”. I say it mostly to myself. “Aww, what if I suck you off, would that make you feel loved ?” Her hands are already fiddling with my pants as she speaks. I am kinda ignoring her, my mind going in spirals and I shake my head. “She was supposed to be mine, but he … defiled her”. “Aww, poor baby”. Her hand slips into my pants. “Let me make it all better, big boy, oh wow … a real Alpha”. “Stop !” I pull her off me. “Get off me, whore … do not touch me”. She stares at me. “But … but … you brought me here, I thought …”. “W

• Torn between the Alpha and the CEO   15: Running away

  2 weeks later*Cathwulf*I am sitting in the room, our room, me and my mate, Therian’s room. I had thought this would be where I found true happiness, having a mate, being his … instead all I have found is loneliness and pain.Not that he hurts me, not physically at least. Mostly he ignores me, the few times I see him. He is taking his job as Alpha very seriously it seems.He has someone bring me food three times a day, and I have gotten new clothes too. Once a day a stern looking woman comes and takes m