Dora's POV
"Shit, I'm fucked." I blurted as I rounded the corner, coming face to face with a hulking bouncer. He had to be over six and a half feet tall, with bulging muscles straining against his black t-shirt. But it wasn't his size that made my heart skip a beat - it was the large silver fang dangling from a heavy chain around his neck. I had heard whispers about the notorious Silver Fang gang that controlled this part of the city. They were a secretive bunch, identifiable only by the fang accessories and tattoos that marked their allegiance. I had never laid eyes on one before tonight. Just my luck to stumble across one now."I...I was just..." I stammered, taking a few steps back. The instinct to flee was overpowering my craving for warmth and a hot meal. Nothing good could come from engaging with a gang member. I pivoted to hurry away, but collided with a solid wall of muscle. "Oww," I groaned, looking up, I saw another hulking figure, this one with a gleaming silver fang earring in one ear. His piercing green eyes looked me over with interest."Hey there, sweet thing, whatcha doing out here all alone?" His voice was deep and smooth. Objectively, he was an attractive man, with sharp features and long dark hair pulled back from his face. But the fang accessory meant he was dangerous. Membership in the Silver Fangs was for life - the only way out was death. Or so I heard.When I didn't immediately reply, he grabbed my arm in a firm grip. "Why don't you come inside and get warmed up?" It wasn't a question but a command. Unease rippled through me, but I was also desperate to escape the cold rain. I nodded mutely and let him usher me into the building, my instincts screaming both for me to run and to get out of the downpour.Nerves tangled my stomach into knots as I followed him inside. The heat hit me like a wall, thawing my icy skin. My eyes watered as they adjusted to the light. I took in the tables packed with men and women, nearly all adorned with fangs. "Of all the parties to crash, I just had to pick the Silver Fang hangout." Unease gnawed at my gut.Inside was bustling with activity. People crowded the tables and booths, while servers wove expertly through the throngs. My escort steered me towards a severe-looking woman I took to be a waitress or manager. He called out to the tough-looking woman with a pixie cut, "Hey Rochelle, look what I found!" Rochelle gave me a scrutinizing once over, her eyes lingering on my threadbare, drenched clothing. "She's got a mate yet, Derek?" "Fresh meat for the pot, sweetheart," he said with a wink. "Take care of her."The woman gave me a scrutinizing once over, eyes narrowed. "Claimed or unclaimed?" Derek laughed. "Unclaimed of course. This little dove looks ready to bolt at the first chance." He leaned in close to the woman and exchanged a few hushed words I couldn't make out. With a sharp nod, she dismissed him and turned her shrewd gaze back to me."You have a mate here, girl?"I shook my head mutely, still confused and overwhelmed by it all. The woman clicked her tongue in clear annoyance."Follow me," she ordered brusquely, already striding away. I scrambled to obey, not wanting to lose sight of the one semi-friendly face here. She led me to a small bathroom and thrust a bundle of clothes at me. "Get changed and cleaned up. Can't have you tracking mud and rain everywhere." Her tone made it clear she thought I already sullied her pristine space by just existing.I hesitated, but she had already stepped out and closed the door sharply behind her. I gazed down at the ivory silk dress clutched in my hands. It looked expensive, and far too fine for the likes of me. But I was desperate to get out of my soaked, grimy rags. Once under the hot spray of the shower, I scrubbed my filthy skin and hair until I nearly felt human again. I squeezed the water from my long, dark tresses and slipped the silky dress over my head. The fabric clung softly to my subtle curves. "Finally warm again."Catching my reflection in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize the doe-eyed girl staring back at me. The gleaming white dress complimented my dusky complexion, making me appear almost ethereal. A far cry from the bedraggled street rat who had stumbled in from the rain.Stepping back into the hall, I murmured my thanks. The woman merely pursed her lips. Her sharp eyes assessed me critically. "No mate, no pack, no family?" she questioned. I shook my head, shoulders hunching under her scrutiny. She was suspicious, but I had nothing to hide."Just looking to get out of the cold for a bit," I mumbled. "I can work, earn my keep.""You're not marked so I know you don't belong to any of the packs here. Just looking for food and shelter?"I nodded mutely. Her eyes narrowed further."Not much of a talker are you? No matter. I need to know if you're spoken for or if you're...available. So I'll ask again - you belong to any of the males here?""No," I managed to rasp out. My voice sounded hoarse and creaky from disuse.She studied me a moment longer before handing me a silver badge engraved with a wolf emblem I saw other women wearing. "Wear this. It means you're unclaimed. There's hot food in the dining hall. Go get yourself a plate and take a seat with the other girls.""Other girls?" I glanced around curiously as I followed her instructions, accepting a loaded plate from the buffet table. The dining hall was filled with long tables, each one populated exclusively by young women around my age. They all wore similar white dresses and badges. They shot me curious looks but said nothing. We all looked oddly similar - bedraggled and wary, wearing borrowed finery like children playing dress up. My stomach growled loudly as plates of hot food were delivered. I devoured every morsel hastily, not knowing when I might eat again. "Even if I die tonight, at least, I won't be hungry."I couldn't help but notice the strange mix of clientele around me. Along with regular folk were those I now recognized as Silver Fang gang members, with their fang markings and wolf insignia. Others wore elaborate wolf masks that obscured their faces. Some roamed the room freely while others stayed close to particular women wearing collars and leashes. "An initiation rite? Some cult ritual?" Unease stirred in my gut.As I sat there contemplating my fate, I felt eyes on me. Glancing up, I noticed two men at a nearby table staring in my direction. Their gazes lingered on me in a way that made my skin crawl."Pretty little cub." One mouthed.Suddenly self-conscious, I looked down, letting my limp hair form a curtain between us. When I had arrived, cold and soaked to the bone, my bedraggled appearance must have hidden my looks. But now, cleaned up with a full stomach warming me from the inside out, my youthful beauty shone through. It dawned on me that, despite my wariness over this place, I had blindly accepted their help, letting them clean me up and clothe me nicely. Before I could dwell on it further, an eerie silence descended on the room. The scrape of chairs and clatter of dishes ceased. All eyes turned towards the front of the room. The hair on my arms prickled. Something was happening.A mournful, bone-chilling howl echoed through the hall, raising the hairs on my neck. The assembled crowd threw back their heads, joining the cacophonous howling in a frenzied chorus. "What have I gotten myself into?"Dora's POVI was focused on clearing my plate of food, not paying much attention to my surroundings, when a bone-chilling howl suddenly echoed through the hall. The music and idle chatter ceased immediately. My heart hammered as I took in the group entering with domineering strides. "What the hell?"At the front were five powerfully built men, taller and broader than anyone else in the room. Black leather ensembles and ornate wolf masks obscured their features, but their commanding presence left no doubt - these were the gang's leaders. Silver fangs glinted menacingly at throats and earlobes. My eyes were drawn to the central figure, clearly the top boss. Though I couldn't see his face, there was an air of lethal grace surrounding him that appealed to my baser instincts."Stop staring unless you want to die!" A girl beside me whispered, elbowing me to the guts not so gently.I tore my gaze away and kept my mouth shut.The rest of the crowd instantly parted for the new arrivals, bowi
Dora's POVI bolted from the hall, the deafening howl ringing in my ears. I didn't dare look back, certain I'd see men chasing after me. But as I ran headlong into the night, the only sound was my frantic footsteps. Finally I had to stop, gasping for breath."Hopefully he won't look for me."I pressed myself into a shadowed doorway, praying I had put enough distance between myself and that strange hall of thugs. But I knew staying in the city was impossible now. As my heartbeat slowed, I became aware of the chill rain still falling. The storm seemed reluctant to release the city from its dreary grasp. Shivering, I hunched deeper into the scant shelter of the doorway. "Where could I go now?"The streets were mostly empty in the late hour. I began walking again, aimless but unable to bear remaining still. At every corner, I glanced over my shoulder nervously. The city was unfamiliar to me, but I had to keep moving. At a street crossing I bumped into a man, mumbling an apology. When
Dora's POV I awoke slowly, aware first of dull soreness in my neck. Blinking up at an unfamiliar ceiling, it took me a moment to get my bearings. I was in a luxurious bedroom filled with morning sunlight. "For a brief, confused moment I wondered if I had died and somehow ended up in heaven."Gingerly I sat up, pressing a hand to my tender neck. Flashes of memory returned - the fangs, the chase through the rainy city streets, and King's handsome but terrifying face as he pinned me down, his teeth at my throat..."Blast!"I bolted from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, afraid of what I would see in the mirror. Bandages were taped to the side of my neck over two small mm puncture marks - bite marks. King's bite. It all came rushing back. How he had bitten me in some bizarre possessive gesture before I mercifully passed out in the SUV. Revulsion and anger churned in my gut. I had been kidnapped by that gang leader who insisted I was his "mate". I was halfway to the door, ready to f
Dora's POVI paced around the luxurious bedroom, scratching angrily at the tiny tracker chip under my skin. "This insidious device is like a ticking time bomb," I muttered. "Escape is impossible now." Despair overwhelmed me.Until a gentle knock on the door caught my attention as the nurse entered with a meal tray. "Time to eat," she said cheerfully. "Get out!" I screamed, throwing a pillow at her, my voice growing hoarse. "I won't eat anything in this gilded prison!" The food tray crashed to the floor as she fled from the room. Ignoring the mess, I tore at the elegant bed linens and smashed a vase against the wall in rage. My tantrum didn't go unnoticed as Mary, the maid soon came rushing into the room. "Ms Dora, please calm down," she implored, her eyes welling with tears as she cleaned the mess left by the nurse.I watched from the other side of the room trying my best to keep my tears in. "Ms Dora...""Leave me alone!" I threw another pillow at her as well, scaring the little m
Dora's POVI awoke the next morning feeling refreshed after a full night's rest. "Sunny days are signs of a great day." I smiled, stretching out the knots in my bones.The knot of despair in my chest had loosened overnight. "Perhaps today I would find the perfect opportunity to regain my freedom if I persevered."I rushed into the bathroom and quickly washed up. And for the first time ever since I arrived, I allowed myself to enjoy the luxurious bath. "Good morning, Luna." Mary chirped the moment I stepped back into the room. I bit back my scoff and grunted a reply."Morning Mary, how was your night?" I said instead, then scolded myself for asking. I watched with dismay as the girl's eye widened in surprise. "I'm alright ma'am! Thanks. I brought your breakfast. I don't know what you like so I made everything."I glanced at the table by the window. She made everything indeed. Eggs bacon, sandwiches to pancakes.I shook my head. "I don't need those, I'm not hungry." I wasn't, all tha
Dora's POVI thrashed around desperately as King's strong arms wrapped around me from behind. He had caught me while I was searching the dark alley for my lost necklace. "Let me go!" I cried out, trying to break free from his grip. But it was useless against his muscular frame.King spun me around to face him, his eyes flashing with anger. "Just what do you think you're doing out here? Planning another escape attempt?" he growled."No, I was looking for my necklace!" I insisted, close to tears now. That necklace meant everything to me. It was the last gift my mom gave me before she passed away. Losing it felt like losing a piece of her. But King didn't seem moved by my explanation. "Don't lie to me. You know you're not allowed to wander off on your own," he said gruffly. Before I could protest further, he began dragging me back towards the sleek black car idling nearby. Derek sat in the driver's seat, one hand casually draped over the steering wheel. He glanced up when King shoved m
Dora's POVKing stalked out of Mon Beau, fuming. How dare she continue moping over some worthless old trinket when he had just lavished her with the finest riches? Derek scrambled to gather up the mountain of glossy shopping bags and escort me back to the car. I kept my eyes downcast, too afraid to meet King's furious gaze.As we drove back towards the mansion, my stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. I hadn't eaten anything since that morning. King's anger transformed to concern in an instant. "You must be famished, pet. We'll stop for dinner right away.""Oh, no that's not necessary!" I protested weakly, but King would have none of it. "Nonsense. Only the finest dining experience for my queen," he declared. Before I could object further, he had directed Derek to pull up in front of Le Lys Blanc, the most elite five-star restaurant in the city.I balked as we entered the grand foyer with its soaring ceilings, massive crystal chandeliers, and ornate gilded details. The patro
Brittany's POV"That little rat Dora is going to pay for this!" How dare she show up flaunting lavish jewels and an arrogant alpha, acting like she was better than me? Me - Brittany Woods - the most popular and envied girl in school! And then she had the audacity to assault me in the bathroom when I tried claiming what was meant to be mine. That necklace should have been mine! I seethed as Jake's beta drove us away from the restaurant, my wrist still stinging from where Dora had slapped it away. "Don't worry babe, I'll make her regret laying a hand on you," Jake growled. But he was just talking big. He couldn't even retaliate while King had beaten him effortlessly in that bathroom brawl over a measly orphan. No, I would have to take matters into my own hands. A sinister plan started forming in my mind, bringing a smirk to my face. King's weakness was clearly his new little pet, Dora. And I knew exactly how to exploit that vulnerability.I had Jake book me the next flight to Miami.