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.”
Jack seemed more than pleased as he unclasped his belt.“You have two options; be a good girl and this will be over soon, or don’t and it’ll be hell for you. What would it be?” He grabbed me by the hair and shoved me against the bed.He should have gone when he had the chance, now it was too late. I turned, locked my legs around his hips, then headbutted him hard in the nose. He groaned in pain as blood poured down his nose. Giving him not a single chance to escape, I rained punches at him, aiming for his already broken nose.“Let him go!” the lanky guy ordered, pointing the gun at me and I did just that.“You bitch!” the muscled guy cursed at me, when he attacked again, I landed a kick to his knee cap, dislocating it and forcing him back to the floor.The lanky guy fired—only, the gun had no bullets. I’d emptied it before I’d placed it back in the drawer.Panicked, he pressed at the trigger a few more times, before tossing the gun, grabbing his bag and racing for the door. I was fas
KATALIER’S POVLameman City was the last place anyone would imagine an ex-gamma would go to. The city served as a refuge place for wolves rejected from society, outcasts, and the homeless. It was one of the most unforgivable places known; here people fought for everything. For jobs, for food, for water, for clothes—and even sleeping spaces. No one cared who you were, no one cared about names or titles, all they cared for was survival. It was the perfect place for me.I’d taken a nine-to-six job as a cleaner in a store twenty minutes away from the apartment I lived in, not because I needed the money, but because I needed to fit in without raising questions. The plan was to become a ghost, and it wouldn’t be so hard, being mute made it much easier—people avoided disabled people like myself and that was very convenient.I’d finished up with work earlier today, and so I headed home. On the streets were traders, buyers and even more disabled people, sitting by the roadside and hoping for
CASSIAN’S POVGideon joined me in the private training space where I’d been lifting weights. I set it down before sitting up. “How was the meeting?” I inquired,“Different,” he said after a moment,The Association of Alphas had invited me over for a meeting, but Gideon volunteered to go in my stead. It was no secret he was trying to keep himself as occupied as possible so he wouldn’t have to think about the gamma and the fact that she’d been gone for a whole month now. “We got more packs requesting for an alliance—even the Eastern Clan were willing to get past our differences to form an alliance.” Well, that was a surprise. The Eastern Clan had been long-time rivals, and now they wanted an alliance.“I have a feeling this is all connected to the fact they know about Eloise.”Weeks after Eloise’s release, the news of her being a white-wolf had mysteriously spread. Many had come to their own conclusions, but they weren’t exactly far from the truth. Suddenly, every pack wanted an alli
ELOISE’S POV…One Month Later.I still had dreams about it—dreams of being locked away in an illusion and now that I was free, it felt scarier than it had been when I’d actually been living that reality. But this was normal, it was going to pass with time.There were still no sightings of Darth and that wasn’t exactly relieving. A lot had changed since my return; for one, the pack had grown warmer towards me, and while I believed it was due to the fact that I’d birthed the next heir, Gideon argued it was more than that, and the change actually began after Cassian had officially addressed the pack about Rosalia’s death. All they’d wanted was a leader who was transparent enough to admit his wrong and Cassian had done that.Another thing that changed was the relationship between Cassian and I. What had happened had strengthened the bond between us; once, I believed myself incapable of fully trusting again. It was like my heart had built a mechanism to protect us from returning to the s
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 o
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.
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
I blinked against the bright white lights, temporarily blinded by it. Finally my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I was in a different ward, this one was smaller, emptier.I tried seating up, only to notice the tubes connected to my body. I pulled them out, before staggering to my feet. The room s






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