Glenda’s POV
I stared up at him, shocked and a bit ashamed. The world still felt a bit hazy, but his words felt like a bucket of ice water over my head.
No one had ever cared if I was sober or not when they used me.
“Do you need help with changing for bed or can you manage?” Matt asked, looking at me.
I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to sleep with me again? He hadn’t even tried to get my dress off. I hadn’t managed to get more than a single button undone. If he was right that I was drunk, what was stopping him?
“Renda?” he asked again.
“I… I can do it.”
Matt nodded and leaned forward to press the smallest kiss to my forehead. A little bloom of warmth went through me at the tender gesture. My eyes burned with tears, but I held them back.
“Good night, Renda.”
The door clicked closed behind him softly and I sat back o
After I finished breakfast, I returned to my room to change. My phone died overnight. As I plugged it up and turned it on, Matt’s message appeared in my notifications.He’d left early that morning to handle some business and warned me about the maid he’d left to look after me, telling me to ask her for anything I needed.I was glad to hear that he would be out for the day. I needed time away from him to think and plan.I hummed and considered what to say to reply. I needed to figure out how long he’d be gone.You missed my gourmet breakfast. :PIt seemed a bit too playful, but I knew most men liked that sort of thing. I expected a reply within a few minutes, but Matt said nothing. It was possible that he had nothing to say or didn’t like to text, but something told me that wasn’t the case. I scrolled through my messages until I found my thread with Armand.Are you with Matt?As exp
I blinked at him before looking down to my hand where my phone had been. I looked out the window and found it lying on the sidewalk.“My phone…”“Fuck your phone!” Matt growled, his hands clenching the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.“Have you any idea of what they could have done to you? What they were planning to do to you?”I scoffed, “What could they do to me that hasn’t already been done?”Matt growled, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and leaning close. I froze. Heat and terror filled me as I felt his mouth against my neck. His human teeth scraped the delicate skin of my neck as I trembled. I wanted to turn my head and submit and push him away at the same time, but I remained still.His hand trembled on the back of his neck as if he was barely restraining himself.“Danger,” he growled against my neck. “Don’t yo
I expected to be furious at the betrayal, but I felt nothing but a burning need to know why. What could have been worth it to Jay and his son to betray us all like this? It felt as though my anger was simply holding me up and pushing me to find everything I needed to know from Andrew."Andrew Wilson… are you related to the Skyfall pack, by chance?”His eyes lit up, “Yes, I am. My father is the alpha.”“So you are an elite. Here Matt made it seem like this was just a party between friends…” I slid closer to him, “How did you come to get all the way down here?”Andrew’s lips twitched, “I’m in town for business.”The music changed to a sensual pace. I swayed a bit, feeling old memories starting to surface of days being taught to dance various classical dances. I thought the Genda of Fluorite who loved to dance had died.It was oddly nice to realize that was
I couldn’t believe it, but his words felt so true they hurt.I shuddered, “How?”“She was killed,” he sighed. “There’s no… sign of how or who was responsible… The body was found in the sewer on the outskirts of town about two months ago.”My heart clenched in grief and I felt myself stumble and lean into the wall. Hadn’t I said that being a prostitute was dangerous? We were marketed as soft, beautiful playthings to be bought and sold, not cared for or protected. How had she ended up in a sewer on the edge of town? She was a prostitute of Club Heaven when we parted. They didn’t have anything like Seven Days of Heaven when I left.Had they picked it up after hearing how popular it was at Larry’s? Had the person who bought her simply paid the insurance cost and planned to kill her because he could?There were johns like that. I had seen so many women end up dead in t
Matt's POVRenda's eyes had been glossy with tears after I told her. Lucas howled with grief. I wanted to hold her, but I knew she would reject me. Despite what she said, she didn’t seem to like touching much at all. I was doing my best to remember that and respect her space.When she left to return to her room it took everything in me not to go after her and comfort her. She was always pretending to be so strong, but I could feel her pain radiating out of her. It made her beautiful eyes dull and her smile dime. Why couldn't she lean on me a little bit? Why did she always pretend to be strong? It was like she was afraid to show weakness in front of me. Did she think I would hurt her or take advantage of that weakness?I know the bastards who used her while she was at Larry’s and Midnight had probably taken advantage of her youth and any weakness.She’d probably learned to hide everything she was feeling behind a mask jus
Glenda’s POVA few days after the party, we headed to the airport. Instead of driving to a large complex, we were taken outside of the city what looked like a large parking lot. There was only one plane around.The car pulled up beside the stairs that led into the plane. Matt ushered me onto the plane and helped me strap in while an attendant brought up our luggage.He settled beside me though no one else boarded the plane.“Do you always fly like this?”He chuckled, “When I need to. Midnight is a bit too far to drive. Have you ever flown before?”It felt like a ridiculous question. When would I have needed to fly anywhere? My father had taken a flight somewhere when I was younger and came back swearing to never take another because of the turbulence and how terrifying it was.“Wolves aren’t made to fly,” I whispered looking out the window.“What?”
Matt left and it felt like he’d taken all the warmth in the room with him. I let out a long sigh and leaned forward against the piano. What was wrong with me? I had never been tempted by a man before, not even before Dan and the massacre.My mom would tease me about not having a boy at school that I liked. My father was glad for it, saying that it was good that I wasn’t growing up too fast. I hadn’t wanted to settle for a boyfriend when I knew for certain my mate was out there somewhere.After three years of hell, I didn’t believe in such fairytales. Even if I had a mate somewhere, what would he ever want with a whore?I took a deep breath and shook myself. Maybe I hadn’t been tempted and I was just sick. Maybe Alyssa’s interest in Matt was affecting me somehow. I’d have to have a serious chat with her about it. I heard Matt’s voice somewhere in the penthouse before my phone chimed with a message.I pulled i
“What did you just say?”He took my hand, “After what happened last time, I’m not letting you go alone.”“Who said–”“So you aren’t going to Club Heaven?”“I didn’t say I was going there!”He tilted his head and looked at me the way someone would look at a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar and pled innocence.He sighed and gestured towards the living room, “Shall we?”I stepped back, nervous at the way he looked at me. There was a sense of resignation in his eyes that I couldn’t place.“Why… Why are you doing this?”“I’m not stupid, Renda,” he chuckled. “4.8, remember?”I stepped back again and his eyes widened as if he was surprised that I was wary of him. He sighed and drew a hand through his hair.“I know you don’t wan