The door swung closed, finally leaving me alone in my dressing room after listening to Trista’s explanation of the auction procedures for the last time. I knew it by heart long before I was eligible for the auction.
With a few minutes to spare, I opened my phone and searched for Matt Wallber again. His article on his pack’s website appeared first with his portrait. Handsome features with cold dark eyes and the slightest hint of a cynical condescension on his lips.
There wasn’t much in the current news about him that I hadn’t read already. He took over Warhammer’s finance, real estate, and information enterprises and led the pack to the level of wealth they now enjoyed. Despite all that he’s contributed to the pack, he was not his father’s favorite to be the next alpha of the pack. His father and his peers were too concerned about the opinions of the public, and Matt had no problems being splashed across tabloid pages in compromising positions.
His last interview detailed an orgy he had in a private jet before going skydiving.
His name might as well have meant excess and despite his business genius, he didn’t give anyone the sense of being capable of providing stability to the back.
There was nothing new on him in the news, so I closed my phone and checked my reflection again. I smirked. It had been a good decision to splurge a little on the make-up produced from Fluorite flowers. It was far more expensive than it had been when the Fluorite pack existed, but the quality had not changed. I was glad that not everything about my pack had been destroyed, though it was currently in the hands of my enemies.
It smoothed every imperfection like an airbrush and was twice as light. My eyes sparkled in the low light as I reapplied my dark cherry red lipstick. The color made my pale skin seem luminous and this particular shade was special to the luxury Fluorite-based make-up company that anyone of quality and wealth would recognize. It was a subtle calling card as was my choice of gown with its classic neckline. I would stand out in the lineup like a marble statue of a goddess among cheap idols.
I’d be tempting. Hopefully, I will be tempting enough to hook Matt.
Over the past three years, I learned that men of power wanted something everyone wanted and couldn’t afford. They wanted the unobtainable.
It was better to be sensual to capture the johns with the bigger pockets. Being a whore was sleazy enough for them.
My hands were shaking. I had planned so much for this moment,
I couldn’t afford to mess up. I couldn’t afford to be nervous.
I couldn’t afford for him not to take the bait
A knock sounded on my door.
Larry’s auction stage was more of a peepshow room than a stage. The stage where the women who would be auctioned was surrounded by walls of glass that allowed the VIP bidders to watch the performances from within the VIP rooms and cast their bids using the room’s keypad. Everyone else cast their bids from the seats on the first floor. The bidding happened in several rounds, much like a beauty pageant, but instead of speeches about world peace, our gowns went from elegant evening games to near-nudity.
Before I was ready to go out on stage, I went to the bathroom to calm myself. My heart was racing filled with excitement for the start of my revenge plot.
In one of the rooms, Matt Wallber was waiting to buy Seven Days of Heaven with me. Using him, I would find Angelia and get her to a safe space, then I would exact my revenge.
“Showtime, ladies!”
I rolled my shoulder and walked to the back of the line. There were ten of us. Each of us dressed in a sparkling evening gown, ready to introduce ourselves to the crowd. I barely listened to the women ahead of me.
Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and lifted my head as the woman ahead of me stepped aside. The stage light was so bright my eyes burned, but I kept my eyes open, scanning the VIP room windows for the man in question.
There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it.
He was far more attractive in person than his photos made him seem with a magnetism that made it hard to look away.
I felt star-struck as our gazes met. I walked to the microphone. The woman to his left, tugged on his shirt, trying to get his attention, but he continued to stare at me. His eyes flickered across my form like a hot brand and I remained still.
The joy of having captured his attention soared. Was it my opening bid start or the dark cherry red of my lips? Perhaps it was the choice to wear such a dark gown. His nostrils flared and he sat forward just a little, staring at me as if he had known me for a long time, or that he had been waiting for me, looking for me.
Had he been looking for me? My heart started to race with fear.
When I was in Dan’s captivity, he often got blindingly drunk and raved about being our savior, citing that as the reason why we should be grateful and obedient to his every whim.
They told me to kill everyone! He cried once and laughed as he grabbed one of my younger pack members by her face, leering at her as he licked her cheek. But how could I have killed anything as sweet as you?
I knew now that he was speaking of the Wallber pack. If what Dan said was true, and Matt realized that I was a remnant of the Fluorite pack, then he would likely kill me.
Had he always known?
No, that couldn’t be possible. He would have had me killed already.
Had he found Angelia?
I swallowed the surge of fear and forced my heart to calm down. I didn’t know where Angelia was. Even if he was in contact with Dan, I couldn’t be sure of anything until I was out of Larry’s and able to move somewhat freely.
The only way to find out anything, the only path forward, was to lure Matt into buying me. I ran through my introduction at the back of my hand and focused on channeling every sultry inkling in my body into my introduction.
“Our darling, Cherry, the Cold Beauty of Midnight, won’t you say a few words?”
I took the microphone and blinked slowly, casting my gaze around in a sensual, slow drag before speaking. Already, men were being affected, leaning forward in their seats a bit in anticipation as they took in the figure I made on the stage.
I waited a little longer until they seemed about ready to fall over.
“Hello, sinners,” I said, casting my voice sultry and low as I swept my gaze across those I assumed were the bidders, ending as I met Matt’s face for just a moment.
His eyes twitched as I smiled and turned my gaze to another man, pretending to ignore Matt. The man was older and licked his lips. Flushed red and blowing a kiss at me. I didn’t recognize and turned my gaze on someone else before he could fall any deeper into the trick.
“I don’t promise you heaven,” I turned my gaze again, tilting it just enough to bare my throat as my gaze swept to a werewolf in one of the booths. He licked his lips and his eyes narrowed on my throat. I felt Matt’s gaze on my throat, burning and “Nothing I plan to do with you will ever be considered holy as I’m sure you don’t plan to take me to church.”
A laugh and hoot went through the room. I could hear the people seated outside the VIP rooms on the main floor cheer as well.
“But, I promise we’ll give Lucifer a good show.”
I winked at a random man who seemed about ready to combust from desire before handing the microphone back to the announcer. I glanced at Matt and as expected, he looked furious and covetous. He was so used to being the center of attention that it had burned him a bit to be seemingly ignored while I gave my speech.
My lips lifted in a sultry smile as I met his gaze. His eyes widened as if he gasped. I dragged my gaze over his frame and sucked my bottom lip between my teeth just enough to be noticeable as if I were trying to hide it before walking to join the line as the cheering died down.
“We’ll open the bidding now!”
A few breaths passed before the screen lit up.
Round 1 Bidding Open.
I watched my headshot shoot ahead of the other nine and over the blue line that signified my requested starting bid.
Someone had bid on me in the first round well over my opening bid.
My heart leaped.
Had he taken the bait so soon?
The rules of the auction stated that as soon as a guest bid ten times the standard opening bid price, the woman was taken off stage and no longer had to perform.It was nearly unheard of to be removed from the stage during the first round, but the announcer told the crowd that I had reached the threshold. I offered a charming smile to the crowd, not focusing on anyone in particular before leaving the stage with one last look at Matt who sat back in his seat, seemingly relaxed.I could take that as a sign that he was responsible for the high opening bid, but I couldn’t be sure that he would stay ahead with me off stage and marked essentially forbidden.When I got backstage, the crowd was roaring signaling the start of the striptease. While I was grateful, I didn’t have to participate, I was a bit nervous about the opening bid.I walked into the lounge where Trista was waiting to greet me. Trista managed me and five other women, but she only car
The drive went surprisingly quickly, though I shouldn’t have been surprised. Mat was practically a prince of the Warhammer’s city. If he went over the speed limit, who would stop him? He probably got away with all sorts of things, up to and including mundane murders. He and his pack had gotten away with a massacre. What were a few innocent pedestrians?The lights of the city faded into the distance as we went over several hills on the only path that led into the mountains. My heart raced as he guided the car around the sharp, winding curves. There were sudden dips and changes in direction like being on a roller coaster.It had been years since I had been on one, but I remember enjoying them a lot.Just ahead there was another sharp turn yet he didn’t seem to be slowing down.“Scared?” he asked, his voice challenging and oddly teasing."No," I smiled.If he thought plummeting from a mountain was scary, he w
Matt's POV She smelled so good. The joy I was feeling was just as I had been told as a child, breaking through years of coldness I had never imagined would go away. But, the joy was slipping through my fingers like sand. In its place, fury, like I had never known, began to boil in me. What was she saying? Did she say mistress? How could my mate be my mistress? How could she not feel our connection and understand? What did she think of me? How could she think so little of me? We’ve only just met! I stifled a growl. I had to calm down. I didn’t want to scare her or make her think I was angry with her. It was their fault: Larry’s, whoever had touched her before me, and whoever was responsible for her every mark on her body and the timid fear she was showing me. I would kill them all later. For now, I had to focus on her.
Glenda’s POVWhen I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building.He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?”What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I’m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn’t much, but it was all mine.“Yes.”Matt nodded stiffly, “Let’s go.”Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car.When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh.I would never see Larry’s again.Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car a
I spent the night awake, watching the dawn rise through the blinds.It was the first night in three years I had gone to bed without being touched. The house was quiet all through the night. I kept expecting him to come back, but he didn’t.And that only made me more furious.This game he was playing, this act he was putting of kindness was worse than if he just held me down and raped me like everyone else. At least then I wouldn’t be wondering.I’d fall asleep counting just to forget it and I wouldn’t be so damned confused.I pushed that thought away. It was only the first night. The fall of my pack had likely been planned for weeks. Matt was definitely his father’s son, so he was playing a long game to break me.And wasn’t I doing the same?Sleep pulled at my eyelids and the darkness began to pull me down.Can you hear me?I gasped at Alyssa, my wolf’s, voice calling ou
My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced.We were falling. We were crashing, all because this idiot wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.“Hold on to me!”I turned to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn-out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain.“What are you doing?” I asked, between panicked breaths as he tensed and leaned back into the carriage. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing to prepare for something
Did he just apologize to me? The thought was uncomfortable and confusing. He was a Wallber. They were arrogant, high-handed, selfish, ruthless, and evil. There was no way he had actually apologized to me, and if he did there had to be something behind it.I met his gaze and tried to figure out what he was thinking, but there was nothing in his eyes but concern and remorse.“It’s…” I shook my head, focusing on the problem. It wasn’t okay. This was all his fault, and it was probably just an act anyway. "Will someone come to our rescue? The operator should have noticed something was wrong with the cable car, right?”"It wasn’t an accident. He’s probably long gone by now.” He stood with a shake of his head. "I’ve told a pack affiliate where we are, but it will take some time for them to get here.”“How long?”He eyed me and crouched in front of me to zip up my jacket, &ldquo
Hovering just outside the cave was a small helicopter. I had no idea who was inside it or how long it had been since the cable car crashed, but it didn’t matter. We were saved and never again would I agree to climb any sort of mountain in the middle of the night.A metal and fabric ladder clattered from the door down to us. Matt helped me onto the ladder and climbed up after me. There were two men inside. One in the pilot’s seat, and the other helping me inside. He looked about our age and wore vintage sunglasses with his vintage helmet. His skin was a reddish-bronze as if he spent a lot of time in the sun.He grinned, “Welcome aboard, Miss Renda. We’ve got hot cocoa!”I tried to smile, but I couldn’t manage it as he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and helped me into a seat. Matt climbed up after me, taking a moment to pat the man on his helmet.“Hurry up and get us back.”The man gave him a moc