I take a deep breath as I sink into my comfortable office chair, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The dim lighting of the room seems to match my melancholic mood, as I sit there alone with my thoughts."Ashley," I whispered to myself. She had been so sweet and innocent, just like all the other girls who ended up at my brothel. But there was something different about Ashley, something that had caught my eye from the moment I saw her, not knowing she was my daughter. Hmmm, what a life. "Aunty Maggie?" I hear a knock on my door and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes before calling out, "Come in."In walks one of my girls, a stunning redhead named Ruby, wearing nothing but a lacy black negligee that leaves little to the imagination."Hey, Ruby," I greet her with a smile, trying to shake off my gloomy mood. "What brings you here?""I just wanted to check in with you," she says, perching herself on the edge of my desk. "You seemed kinda down earlier, is everything okay?"I
It was an emotional rollercoaster discovering that Ashley wasn't my biological daughter after all. The news left me feeling both relieved and devastated. Relieved because I no longer had to think of fighting Matt, the alpha billionaire werewolf, and devastated because I had spent some months believing she was my flesh and blood.Armed with the new information, I embarked on a journey to find my true biological daughter. It was a challenging and painstaking process, but my determination never wavered. I hired private investigators, delved into countless records, and reached out to various organizations and individuals who could potentially help me uncover the truth.Months went by, filled with dead ends and false leads. It seemed like finding my real daughter was an impossible task. Doubt started to creep into my mind, and I questioned whether I would ever have closure on this deeply personal matter. But then, a breakthrough occurred.Through a chance encounter with an old friend wh
“Ashley’s POV”The sun had just set, and Matt had gone out for his usual rounds. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through a magazine when I felt a strange sensation. It was as if something was trying to break out of my skin. I rubbed my arms, trying to soothe the sudden itch when I heard a soft growl escape my throat.I froze in terror, not understanding what was happening to me. Was I going crazy? Had I finally lost my mind?I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, but it only seemed to make things worse. My skin started to tingle, and I felt an energy rising within me, something powerful and primal. I clenched my fists, trying to fight it, but it was no use. The energy within me was too strong.I stood up, my heart racing with fear and anticipation. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to run, to let go of all my inhibitions and just run free.I knew I had to get out of the house, and I ran outside into the garden. I could hear the sounds of the fore
I nodded, feeling nervous. "I guess I am."He smiled, taking my hand. "I'd love that."And that was the beginning of our love story. A story of passion, danger, and forbidden love.Feeling exhilarated by my newfound ability, I let out a long howl that echoed through the forest. It was a sound of freedom, of power, of a new beginning. I knew that my life would never be the same again, and that both the beauty and the danger of my new existence would always be with me.As I looked at Matt, I saw the admiration and pride in his eyes, and I knew that I had found a new level of connection with him that I never thought was possible. The bond between us was now deeper than ever before.We sat there, admiring the beauty of the forest around us, our bodies intertwined in a way that was both familiar and new. It was as if the crackling fire was echoing the excitement and anticipation building within us.As the evening wore on, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about our shared int
*Matt’s POV*As I boarded the plane to Europe, anticipation coursed through my veins. Ashley and I had been invited to attend a gathering of werewolf clans along with one of my trusted pack members, Jake. It's a rare event that takes place once every decade. It was an opportunity to reconnect with our ancestral roots, meet other werewolves from around the world, and experience the ancient traditions and customs that bound our kind together.The flight was long, but the excitement kept me awake. Ashley sat beside me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of enthusiasm and nervousness. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her lithe figure radiated strength and grace. She was my partner, my love, and together we embarked on this extraordinary journey.As we touched down in Prague, a sense of history surrounded us. Cobblestone streets and Gothic architecture evoked a timeless elegance. We made our way to the venue where the gathering would take place, a magnificent castle nestled i
As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and gold, the gathering began to wind down. Exhaustion mingled with satisfaction as we bid farewell to newfound friends and promised to keep in touch. The sense of belonging and camaraderie we had experienced over the past night filled us with a renewed sense of purpose.As the last embers of the bonfire flickered and faded, a bittersweet feeling settled within me. The gathering had come to an end, but the memories and connections forged would endure. Ashley and I stood amidst the dispersing crowd, our hands entwined, silently relishing the profound experience we had shared.Viktor approached us, his expression a mix of pride and satisfaction. "You both have honored our traditions with grace and respect," he said, his voice filled with warmth."The bonds you've formed here will strengthen the werewolf community as a whole. Remember, the spirit of this gathering lives within you, wherever your path may lead."We nodded in
*Ashley’s POV*The night was cool and eerie as I stood outside the grand courthouse, my heart pounding in my chest. Matt has been accused of a crime he didn’t commit. And tonight, I was determined to clear the name of the man I loved, Matt, the alpha billionaire werewolf who had been falsely accused of a heinous crime.As I entered the bustling courtroom, the murmurs of the crowd filled my ears. Whispers of doubt and speculation swirled around like a dark cloud, threatening to consume us all. Matt sat stoically at the defense table, his chiseled features betraying no emotion. His eyes met mine briefly, and a flicker of relief passed between us.Taking a deep breath, I made my way towards the prosecution's table where a stern-looking lawyer, Mr. Johnson, awaited. I had to convince him of Matt's innocence, and I knew it wouldn't be easy."Mr. Johnson," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "I need to speak with you about the case against Matt Damon. There's evidence that hasn't been pr
The defense team, led by Mr. Johnson, skillfully dismantle the prosecution's case piece by piece. With each revelation, the doubt surrounding Matt's guilt seemed to strengthen.The judge listened attentively, meticulously evaluating the newly presented evidence and its implications. After a long deliberation, she finally broke the silence. "Based on the evidence presented by the defense, I find it necessary to declare a mistrial."Gasps of surprise and relief filled the courtroom. Matt's family, who had been anxiously sitting in the gallery, exchanged tears of joy and heartfelt embraces. The weight that had burdened them for months was finally lifting.The judge continued, "It is evident that the newly discovered evidence requires further investigation and consideration. We will reconvene in one week to determine the next course of action. Until then, the defendant, Matt, is to be released on bail."As the gavel came down, signaling the end of the proceedings, the courtroom erupted wi