Chapter 3

MARILYN

One week blurred by like smoke.

I saw nothing from Lord Lucian after I’d rejected his offer.

My wolf Rina and I converse more, and yet, the mate bond was still foreign, I couldn’t fathom it’s deep meaning or what I needed to do.

I’d serviced two men in a half-hearted threesome in the past days, and, even with them moaning my name and I moaning back, all my mind could think of was HIM.

How he’d sucked me deliciously despite my filthy body… His anger because I stopped him from savoring me and all.

The mate bond mark on my wrist still glowed of Lucian’s bond. But a second mark has appeared beside it, that was was more fainter, like it was waiting for something before I could glow.

I was out in the yard that morning, applying eyeliner while two whores were fighting, then the clerk came up behind me.

“You have a visitor,” he announced.

I smothered my short skirt and grabbed my blindfold and exited the yard, only to stop cold.

Madam Diana was there. Arms crossed over her plump breasts like a bad omen.

“Hey slut” she said with a snicker.

I smiled lazily, “Hi Slut’s mother”

I turned to walk past her, but her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist hard.

“Hey…” I started, but her hand brushed on my skin and past the mate bond and then stopped there. I looked up at her; her jaws were clenched.

“What happened?” I whined, but her grip on me tightened, not ready to let go. “What—” I was about to talk again, but she released my hand.

“So it’s true,” she murmured, referring to the mate bond.

“You already know, right?” I shrugged, “Lord Lucian must have told you.”

She didn’t reply.

“You came to check if it’s real?”

Still no response, but her eyes were on my wrist as if a snake was curled there.

I find this strange a unusual for the talkative Madam to keep quiet like this. “Hey, why are you acting like it’s a death mark or the 666 mark?”

Her eyes snapped into mine. “You have to reject him, Mary.”

“What are you talking about?” I tapped her, “Why are you being strange?”

She grabbed her hand again, “This is a blessing indeed. But it’s a curse to us. I mean to you!”

“A curse?” My stomac dopped. “Why?”

“This won’t end well” Her voice cut through like a sharp knife, and I shot her a glance, “You’re a prostitute. They’ll treat you like trash after getting what they wanted from you.”

“Not Lord Lucian!” I defended sharply. “He wanted to take me out of here. He cared about our bond — about me!”

She eyed me for a while before asking softly, “Are you sure about this?”

I was silent. Am I sure? I didn’t even know who Lord Lucian was, in reality.

“Yes. I’m sure. He’s my mate and I won’t reject him” I agreed.

“What about the other one?” She pointed to the second mate bond. “You’re obvisouly bounded to two men”

I swallowed hard and was about to reply when the clerk called me again. “Is Marilyn not there?”

“Come to my office later,” Madam Diana said before leaving.

~

The Latino middle-aged man had his head buried between my thighs, worshipping me like I was sacred. My hands were bound above my head, tied to the frame of the bed.

He was moaning delightfully and was praising my graceful boobs, and I was moaning too— for the sake of moaning. Not because I was enjoying it or because I was feeling it, but because I had to.

It was a Norm. A Mask.

He moved to my breasts, to give them the same treatment while groping them tastefully as if he had won a prize, but all I could think about was HIM.

Lord Lucian.

I tried to imagine this man as him but I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to, it was never possible.

This man was doing these things because he’d paid to get me fucked. Lucian worshipped my body like I was precious and this one was just getting his money’s worth of me.

Then the memory of my conversation with Madam Diana flashed by, and I froze. For a moment, I didn’t moan because my mind was reeling, ‘Why did she suddenly react that way?’

I was still lost in my haven of thoughts when I heard a commotion outside.

I sighed, “Probably some drunk dickhead” I muttered to the man on me.

“You sure we shouldn’t go check?”

I got annoyed by his question, “It’s nothing,” I snapped, “You can continue.”

He touched my breasts again and was about to resume his sin when the commotion seemed to get nearer, and then the door was slammed open.

Gasps followed as the people outside saw our nakedness.

The Latino cursed and grabbed the duvet to cover me before pulling his pants on.

“What’s the problem?” He asked in a shaky voice, but the commotion resumed as if they were trying to stop someone from coming, and I became more surprised.

But the crowd failed, the door didn’t just open, it exploded inward, while the woods splintered.

Through the chaos, someone walked in, making the temperature drop to 0.

Everywhere stilled.

‘Now who’s the newcomer?’ Rina asked, concentrating on the man through my vision.

He stood at the door, his tall and composed frame blocking the entrance. But then, something about him made the room suddenly turn cold.

His hair was also long, just like Lucians, but this one was black as raven, and the aura and nobility about him…. Everything was the same.

His jaws cut like marble, taller and broader and those eyes. Not blue like Lucians — Amber colored almost like hell.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him without a word.

Outside, the banging on the door resumed in full force, but inside was silent. Silent as a graveyard.

“Untie me,” I whispered to the Latino in bare whispers, and when I was free, I sat up on the bed and observed the man.

“W…W..Who the hell are you?” My client stammered, his voice trembling.

But the man didn’t spare him a glance. He was only looking at me but I didn’t know why I wasn’t scared of him as much as I wanted to be scared too.

But the more his amber eyes burned into me, heat flooded my body, not the fake heat I performed for clients but a real one, more like when it was Lucian.

I looked down at the glowing mate bond mark on my hand, the second string pulsed from my wrist, gliding through the air and linking to him.

The connection hit me like a physical blow, I froze. Rina gasped in my head. ‘….our mate? But this is impossible!’

“No…” I denied whispering aloud, “…You… You’re not Lucian”

The man was silent as he moved like a shadow, and rushed to my client and pinned him to the wall.

“Stop it—” I screamed, but my voice caught in my throat as my legs refused to move.

Rina screamed in my brain, “He’s killing him, Dori. Do something!!!”

But I couldn’t move any muscle in my body. I was temporarily paralyzed. Not from fear but from the PULL.

I remained standing as he suffocated the latter to death till he fell to the ground lifelessly.

The latino body hit the floor with a sickening thud, his head bent in an impossible angle.

I swallowed hard from the nostalgia. I was staring at a fucking dead body right now….

The killer didn’t look remorseful or apologetic, blood from the dead man streamed to his feet but he stepped back and then turned to me. “You…” Came his menacing voice, twisted in rage, “You let him touch you.”

“Step back,” I breathed erratically as I was still trying to understand what this whole thing was about. “Don’t come closer I don’t know you!” I barked at him because he was trying to come closer.

“But I know you.” His voice turned soft. “I’ve known you since I perceived your scent from somebody from my brother, and I came hunting you like a prey that you are”

His eyes cast me that same commanding stare that Lucian gave. The same aura that made me tremble. The same ambiance that I miss so much.

But this man was colder and more possessive than Lucian. So possessive in a way that almost made him look mad.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, coming closer.

“I belong to Lord Lucian!” I snapped, voice shaking, “He’s the only one I know as my mate.”

Something in him broke.

His expression changed, and he rushed to me. He grabbed my jaw tightly, but not too cruelly and then, in a voice that spread chills to my body like I was thrown into the freezer, he warned, “Don’t you stain your lips with his name.”

I snapped from his hold, “Don’t touch me! I’m Lord Lucians.”

His eyes become darker, “That bastard doesn’t deserve you”

“Who are you to decide that?” I yelped, “Lord Lucian will never kill anyone.”

“We’re the same!” He growled, “Born together. Kill alike and destroy the same”

My lips parted in shock. The semblance is strikingly bold. “Wh…What did you mean?”

“He’s my brother.”

I was doubtful. How could I believe this murderer? “Lucian would never murder anyone,” I repeated.

He steped closer, his expression becoming more pitiful and darker, “He’s a vixen. He hides his teeth.”

Outside, the banging raged on, “Break the door open!” I heard Madam Diana order. Finally, I’m going to be free.

I backed away, “You’re a murderer. You killed this innocent man.”

“He was touching you. He was fuckin what’s mine!” He growled again. This time, as if he were saying the fact.

“Who on earth are you?”

“I’m Lucifer!”

I staggered back in disbelief, “Lucifer…. Like the actual….”

“I never thought my mate would be in a place like this,” he said almost softly, “I have searched the whole of earth for my mate, but I found none. I searched all twenty-two layers of hell, but you’re still not found”

For the first time since he entered the room, fear engulfed me.

I’m talking with Lucifer. Like, the actual LUCIFER? The Devil, The Morningstar. The king of hell?

No.

He was saying I was his mate… a whore like me his?

Instantly, I staggered back, I should run, scream and fight for my dear life, but my body betrayed me.

“I’m not yours, Lucifer.” My mouth said before my mind would process things.

He moved fast without any words and rushed at me. He pulled me closer before I could react, and then in a swift second, his fangs sank into my neck.

The pain was sharp…. Fangs pierced my skin and the claiming was deep into my bones, like ice melted into fire. The agony twisted into pleasure so raw and maddening.

“Now you know,” He whispered against my throat, blood still dripping, “You were mine first. Even if he claims you later, even if you choose him, I marked you first and my venom are in your veins now”

An eerie silence befell the brothel unexpectedly as the banging stopped . The mate bond flared, and my knees went weak.

“You….” I tried to say something, but my vision had blurred and I couldn’t make a thing out of what was going on again.

Slowly, I fell into an abyss of darkness, and that was s all I remember.