Kiara

Kiara

I was stepping out of the hospital. The scent of antiseptic was still clinging to me when my phone vibrated.

It was Marcus.

“Hello, Marcus,” I said, yawning. I still felt so sleepy. But I came straight to the hospital to pay the bills. I almost cleared 1/4th of the due payment.

“Congratulations, Kiara! You’ve hit the jackpot. Thomas has booked you for a month!”

My heart stopped. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. “What?”

Brought for a month? Did I hear right?

I squeezed my eyes shut. My body throbbed beneath my clothes. The memory of his teeth on my neck and the brutal heat of his body was fresh.

The moment he laughed at me that I couldn’t handle him, I should have known what he was up to.

The stamina of Alpha king Thomas didn’t fade till dawn, I was nearly broken. I had no idea how many times I came last night. I still feel my body pounding with his thrust.

“No,” I snapped. “I’m not interested. Give him someone else.”

I knew Thomas Blade. He wasn't just an Alpha king; he was a sadist. He had killed his enemies in a more brutal way than anyone can imagine.

He didn't want pleasure; he wanted my ruin. I was already drowning. I couldn't survive thirty days of his storm.

“You’re a fool,” Marcus hissed. “Do you have any idea how much he’s paying? You couldn’t earn this in ten years at a regular job.”

“How much?” I asked.

“five hundred thousand dollars.”

My eyes widened. Is it real? Is Alpha king Thomas actually paying me this amount

I looked back at the hospital doors. I thought of my mother’s pale face and the monitors keeping her alive.

I thought of the empty bank account and the debt collectors.

This amount won’t solve my problem fully, but it would still be enough for survival.

The money from last night was already in my account. It was more than I’d seen in my life. Soon it will get transferred to the hospital

“Fine,” I whispered.

I went home and transformed. I wiped away the daughter and painted on the siren. The pain I was holding outside the hospital vanished and I brought a mocking smile on my face.

This is how I decided to live, when I realised the world didn’t deserve the pure and innocent soul. People only wanted to benefit them for their own purpose.

I masked the wild face, devil eyes and grin that gave me the look of a vamp. I squeezed into a red silk dress that cut high on the thigh and low on the chest.

A deep neck that was deep enough to show my breast. Painted red nails and dark red lipstick. Everything was done.

When the cab pulled up to the Moonlight pack, I froze. Those familiar houses, the trees and the roads. I thought it vanished from my memories but no.

The cab stopped right before a huge packhouse. A giant mansion that screamed power and wealth.

Two years ago, I walked through these iron gates as his bride. The Luna queen of the moonlight pack.

I had been so full of hope. He had never even glanced at me then. I was a ghost in his halls. Now, I was back. Not as his wife. Not as his mate.

I was back as his whore. I let out a jagged, bitter laugh.

Fate was a cruel bitch.

Inside, the house was silent. It smelled of expensive wood and his overwhelming scent.

His Beta Andrew was standing at the door. He quickly gestured to the study room and stepped out of the mansion as if he was already instructed by his Alpha.

I found Thomas in the study. He was checking his watch. He looked restless. Like a wolf pacing a cage.

His eyes raked over me—my mouth, my neck—with a hunger so heavy it felt like a physical weight.

He seemed to be white-knuckling his own restraint, as if one wrong move would break his resolve to stay back.

He went still, his expression unreadable, but the shock in his stare was unmistakable.

But he didn’t move. He stayed seated in his leather chair.

“You took too long,” he said. “Have you forgotten.. I hate waiting.”

“I was asked to come by eight.” I said I had no watch but I reached the exact same time.

“You are twelve minutes late.” He almost growled. My brows shot up. Did he wait for me that desperately? Alpha king Thomas who never matter the presence of his Luna, now I could see how impatient he was right now. And then as if he read my thought, he spoke again. “You know how much I am paying you. Your each second is mine. And It’s fucking expensive.”

He roared. I pressed my lips and nodded. This is what he cared about. His money. I might be his life's most expensive prostitute ever. The one who not only satisfies his body but also satisfies his ego.