LOGIN“I am not one for stories, Eloise, but I must admit, I am quite interested in uncovering how a Luna like yourself who was presumed to be dead ended up here in a whorehouse.” *** Eloise had lost everything. Her child, her wolf, her family, and her very own identity. He’d taken it all from her—the man who she’d believed loved her, her very own mate. And he wasn’t done ruining her yet. Forced into hiding and left with nothing to her name, she has no other choice but to take up a job as stripper to keep up. Little did she know a single session with a very strange client, who’d turned out to be an Alpha, would change… everything.
View MoreI was going to be late. I shivered at the thought of the punishment I’d endure if the Bishopp discovered that I’d left a client waiting—especially one who’d spent a fortune for a session with me. But I couldn’t seem to get my shaky hands to cooperate. They trembled as I powdered my nose.
I should be used to this by now, I’d been in this business for two years now, and yet I couldn’t seem to get over the nervousness I felt each time I was called upon.
I swallowed, taking one last glance at the mirror, the girl staring back at me was a complete stranger—unrecognizable. Maybe it was the layers of makeup she hid behind, or the slutty outfit she was in, which she once would have never even dreamt of wearing—I couldn’t tell.I finished up with a bright layer of cherry red lipstick—my signature look, before making my way to the suit my client was sure to be waiting in.
I stopped before the door, then just as easily as any true actress would, I slipped into character. The wide smile on my face was just as fake as everything else about me, and then I stepped in. My smile faltered. He had his back to me as he stared out the window like the sight was way more interesting than that of a half-naked woman. This, I wasn’t used to. If he noticed someone had just walked in, he gave no indication.“What’s your name?” he questioned, making me realize he was indeed aware of my presence.
The command in his tone was enough to tell me that this man was used to getting things done his way.“I am whatever you want me to be, Master.” I said in my most seductive voice. The Bishopp had once told me that my voice alone was all I needed to bring any man to their knees, apparently not this man.
“What does that mean?” he questioned, genuinely confused.
I shrugged gently, “I could be Jane, Kate, Lizabeth… whoever you want me to be.”
Some clients had required I ‘roleplay’ during our sessions, and I'd had no problem doing just that.“What is your name?” he questioned again, and I realized he might just be very different from any other client I’d had to entertain.
“Ruby, Master.”
“Your real name.”
Wait… what?
The smile instantly faded from my lips. Warning bells went off in my head. No one had ever asked me for my name. Why would they? I was just another worker in Bishopp’s Establishment, my name held no importance, and that had worked for me too. “I—my name is Ruby.” I repeated, but my voice sounded strange—even to my own ears. I’d always thought myself a perfect actress, but for the first time in a long while, I slipped.Finally, the man turned away from the window and towards me. “I am not one for stories, Eloise Taleborn, but I must admit, I am quite interested in uncovering how a Luna like yourself who was presumed to be dead ended up here in a whorehouse.”
Swallowing my humiliation, I took off my dress, leaving myself in nothing but the lingerie set I had on. It was different when I was on duty, nudity was expected, but now, it was so much different.Celia did her work thoroughly, before stepping away when she couldn’t find anything.“It seems she isn’t the thief,” The Bishopp finally concluded, but I didn’t miss the slight edge to his voice. “Is there anything else you’ll need from me?” I questioned, but my question was meant for the jerk with a look of total indifference on his face, not that I’d expected him apologetic.“No, Ruby. You may leave.” The Bishopp answered.I picked up my clothes to do just that, but then… something fell.It hit the ground with a clink.I froze.On the floor sat an emerald ring… a ring which had supposedly fallen from the dress I now held. My dress.A series of emotions crossed the Bishop’s face. Disappointment, sadness and then anger.“I—I don’t know how it got into there, I swear—”The Bishopp slammed
It’s been exactly twenty minutes since the Alpha left my chambers.He could have been long gone by now.Still, that didn’t stop me from rushing down to the lower floors, ignoring the stares that followed me as I moved. Men looked at me the way they always did—with hunger, with entitlement—but for once, I didn’t care.I checked the poker rooms. The private lounges. The gambling halls. Nothing.He was gone.Frustration clawed at my chest. Of course he was. Why would a man like him linger?I ran a hand through my hair and made my way to the bar.“I’ll take the usual.”The bartender didn’t ask questions. He never did.I downed the drink in one go.“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.”My fingers froze around the glass.That voice—Slowly, I turned.He was sitting right beside me, as if he’d been there all along. Cassian.For a second, I just stared.How did I miss him?“You’re full of surprises,” I said, forcing my voice steady. “And you’re persistent,” he replied, taking a slow sip
As a child, I used to love dancing. So much so that I pleaded with my parents to take dancing lessons back in the Winter-Hill Pack. When I danced, I became one with the music. In a way, it was freedom. Not anymore.Now it was no more than a performance. It was me trying to be something I was not. My heels clicked against the tiled floor as I made my way to the sound system. The song I’d selected was slow, gentle—but it had an edge to it, the perfect song.I started on the pole, going through various routines. And I had his full attention, but his eyes remained unreadable, leaving me unable to tell if he was actually enjoying this. I’d never wanted to be in a man’s head so bad as I wanted to be in his. And so, throwing caution out the window, I made my way to where he was seated, then lowered myself down on his laps. There it was, the glint in his eyes as he cocked an amused brow.“Scared?” I questioned, not minding the fact that I was the one with the heart in her throat. I’d never
Two Years and Five Months Later (Present Day.)He’d called me by name. The stranger who I was quite sure I’d never met before knew my name. More than that, he knew exactly who I was.Two years, that's how long I’d spent learning how to live like a ‘ghost’. I'd taken all the right steps, even going as far as altering my looks; my red-hair had been dyed to black— I could hardly recognize my own self beneath the layers of makeup I applied daily, yet, he had recognized me.Who was this man? Was he working with Jefferson? Even the thought of it sent chills running down my spine. Jefferson's torments didn’t end after my escape. No, I still see him every night—in my dreams, and in those dreams he remained the hunter and I, the prey, forever running but never truly free. I hated him and yet, I feared him just as much. More than anything, I feared the day he’d find me. Now, I couldn’t help but wonder if that day had finally come.No, I didn’t think this man worked for Jefferson, the Bishopp
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