SIX YEARS LATER.
MONICA.
I need money. Of course I’m going to take it.
The lights in the club dim down as the song approaches its end. I lie across the stage, sinking my nearly naked body on the sheet of dollar bills lying on the shiny floor.
A smile is on my face, that ‘fuck me’ smirk that all the men here love. They all holler, making it rain, and I bask in it for one more moment before sweeping my loot into my arms.
I like to think that I’m some sort of a bandit, a temptress who takes what she wants from men who don’t know any better. All to distract myself from the fact that I’m just a desperate stripper, spinning on a pole nearly every night in front of men who very well know that I’d do just about anything for cash.
Stepping away from the spotlight to give way to the next girl, I head to the backstage to put my money into the counter.
Andy comes in immediately, because god forbid any girl here takes a dollar more than their share.
“The cash is all here,” I tell her, holding my arms out as soon as I leave the huge heap on the table. “You can check my boots. I’m not stealing from you.”
Andy, a woman in her fifties with the biggest bosom I have ever seen, just laughs at me.
She owns this club called Original Sin in downtown New York. She used to be a stripper herself until one of her regulars, a rich old Wall Street guy, decided to put a ring on it.
Now she manages about three dozen girls, sniffing out every dollar.
She puffs on a cigarette, making me gag internally. “I know you’re not stealing from me, Monica. In fact, you just gave me my biggest steal tonight.”
“What do you mean?” I ask absently, adjusting my harness. “Did someone tip me?”
“Even better. Someone requested you for private time.”
Ah. The private rooms upstairs. This is where the women do what we’re not allowed to do on stage. And no, it’s not just for a lapdance.
“Andy, you know I don’t do that.” I shake my head. “Like yeah, I know that we both know I need cash. But I’m not going in there to blow any of those idiots.”
Andy rolls her eyes. “No one is asking you to suck dick. Look, it’s a new client. He just came in here and he’s some foreign business guy. He saw you onstage and he said he wanted you. And I said I would give you to him.”
My mouth is wide open. I can think of so many colorful words to tell her, but then again, I need this job.
“And how long does he need me in there?”
“He didn’t say, but I figured I can give him whatever he wants.” Just as I’m about to complain, Andy takes out a huge wad of cash from her pockets and slaps it on the table. “Ten grand, darling. And that’s just a downpayment. He said he’s got something special for you.”
“Yeah, probably unwashed junk,” I say, unable to stop my mouth. “Andy. Come on. You can’t do this to me. I made it very clear that I don’t want to be involved in the private stuff. Don’t I earn you enough just performing?”
“No, you don’t,” she says flatly. “It’s room ten. Go on now and make me proud.”
“Andy,” I try to say, but she just slaps my ass.
Laughing, she takes away her cash and leaves. She seems to have forgotten about the money I just brought in from my dance, so I line them all up as quickly as I can and hide them in my locker.
Private room. Fucking hell. I can’t believe I’m about to go in there and give an old fat man some head.
Well, I don’t really know if it’s an old fat man, but it has to be. They’re the types who are loose with their money. The young men who come in to have fun are mostly pretty broke, thinking that twenty bucks is enough to get you all over them.
It’s not like all the young men are pleasant, either.
Taking a deep breath, I take the elevator to the uppermost floor. I catch my reflection on the mirror. My red hair is still bushed up from my stunt earlier, so I do my best to comb it down.
Apart from the dark green thong I’m wearing, there’s nothing much covering my body. Just the tassels on my nipples.
For the first time in my career, I feel exposed.
I’ve been a stripper since I was eighteen, but five years into the business doesn’t seem to have toughened me up at all. My hands are going numb right now, and I feel like it’s my first time going up on the stage.
Hell, I didn’t feel this nervous that night, and I had gone all nude.
The elevator stops and I flinch, walking out into the hallway. The number ten sign on the door at the end seems to be calling to me, and it doesn’t take long for me to get there.
I push open the door, and the first thing that greets me is the cool, musky scent of a man’s cologne.
My mouth goes dry. My nipple hardens under the tassels. The lights are dim and burning red, but I can very clearly see the silhouette of a man sitting on the couch in the corner.
And he’s not what I thought he would be.
He’s tall and muscular. I can see it from the outline of his suit. I can’t see his face but I can make out his eyes, and they’re fixed on me. Glued on me. Like I’m the only thing that exists in his world and he wants to just take me all in.
Maybe even to consume me.
The sound of my heartbeat echoes in my ears. The man beckons me to come closer. He smiles, and my breath hitches in my throat. Why does it feel like he has me tethered to a string, and now he’s just effortlessly pulling me?
I have no choice but to come closer to him, and he surprises me by looping his arm around my waist and slamming me down on his lap….
Right onto the raging erection under his pants.
“Come to me, siren. I’ve been waiting for you.”
ROMAN.It’s been horrible enough being stuck there wrapped in vines next to a dead body, and but it proves to be a better option than seeing the woman you love bleeding because she helped you, at the risk of your children.And as though things can’t get any worse, Monica takes one look at me and passes out in my arms.The next events are a blur after that. We all take her back to the infirmary this time, under the strict care of August. All the nurses are scrambling around her, and I just stand uselessly at the side, watching them do all the work.All I can think about is Monica and our baby. And how fucking stupid I am for putting them in that situation.I know why August called her. Because when he tried to take off the vines himself, they wouldn’t come off. They cut into my flesh and even now that the wounds healed, I can still feel the ghost of them digging into my skin, filling me with the strange sensation they did before. That thirst, that need to consume something….“Roman.”M
MONICA."What?" I splutter.Even as August just said that, I can't help but think back to what I saw when I thought I entered the portal. The world turning black, the vines twisting on the ground like a bunch of black snakes....How did they manage to get to the real world like that?"Let's go," I say, pushing past him and walking out into the hallway before anyone can stop me."Monica!" Mom calls out after me. I can hear her footsteps behind me, getting faster and faster as I descend the steps. "Monica, you have to think about the baby.""I am trying to think about the baby, and I can't do that if I'm just going to sit still while something happens to the father," I snap, pushing past the guards who are trying to block me. "Get out of my way!""Why did you have to tell her?" Mom demands at August behind me. "You know that she shouldn't be involved in things like this! What would Roman say?"August doesn't say anything. I know that August is smart enough to know that Roman wouldn't be
MONICA.My dreams are fragmented. Spliced into so many pieces that it doesn’t feel like a dream. I’m being constantly thrown from one image to another, shifting so fast that I can’t understand anything.At first, I see the portal. Then, the man who spoke to me. I see the silver wolves, the vines, and Roman’s face… until it morphs to Janus’s face.We’re once again back in the room with him in that robe, his mask lying on the mattress. Larissa’s body is on the floor, slowly oozing blood. He’s staring at it, then he turns to me.“It’s a shame, isn’t it?” He lets out a dry laugh and shakes his head. “All that death, all that carnage… and for what? For you to be back where you started? The wife of a man who never really achieved anything. A Queen for a man who does not deserve to be called a King.”“Yeah, and you think you deserve it, right?” I ask him, my voice strangely echoing in the walls. “You think you’re just the man for the throne.”Janus touches the mask next to him. “I do. I thin
ROMAN.“I have no clue what you mean,” I say, starting to get a little annoyed. “Can you just promise me that you won’t wander around and make us worry like that? Especially Monica. She’s pregnant.”“I know that,” she says with a sigh. “I just wanted to let you know. It’s dangerous out there. Something else is among us.”I want to believe her. I know that she won’t come to me if she didn’t feel like this was right, but I can’t help but doubt her. Maybe it’s just my need to have everything stay in this perfectly danger-free state. I’m going to have a child and I want everything to be safe.But with that in mind, it would just make sense for me to see this through.If I prove that something is up, then I can get to the bottom of it.If I prove that nothing is going on, then I can focus on keeping Katherine and the Creatures away from the woods and distanced from trouble.“Take me back to the portal where you saw this place,” I say. “You and me alone. Don’t take the others with you.”The
MONICA.I back off, shaking my head. The man just stares at me looking amused.Technically there’s nothing wrong with the whatever’s happening around me right now. He’s not hurting me. I mean, this whole thing might not even be real. This could be something that my mind just made up. I know for a fact that a place like this doesn’t exist in the world or in Terra Lycaon. This could just be entirely my imagination.But why does it feel real?And why does he sound so convincing?“No,” I manage to say, but even then my tongue feels thick. Maybe too big in my mouth. “I need to leave, and you will show me the way out. I want none of this bullshit.”The man smiles wider. “Why do you wish for a way out? This place is yours.”“What does that even mean?” I’m getting angry, but at the same time, his gaze is making me nervous. “Let me leave!”It’s not going to work on him. I can scream here all day and he won’t budge. I just need to find my own way out.I turn around and run as fast as I can, cro
MONICA.The rational voice inside my head—the one that's melded with my wolf spirit—is telling me to back off and never come back.But a different voice is telling me to come closer.And the second voice is what's strong."You can't go in there," my wolf spirit tells me firmly, but the second voice comes in swiftly."You should go in there," it tells me in the form of smooth, deep male voice. The strange thing is that it sounds familiar and not at the same time. At first, it even sounds like Roman. “Don’t you want to see what happened to your mother? I thought you were out here looking for them.”“Monica,” the first voice says, now almost fading into the background. “Walk away from the portal while you still can.”It makes sense, because when I look at the portal, all I see is… an invitation. I don’t know what about the dark stone and the thorns around it is welcoming me, but it just feels like there might be something worthwhile on the other side. Is this just my brain trying to come