The Werewolf King's Driver

Mira’s POVWaking up in someone else's apartment isn’t new to me, it’s part of what I call a job. I don’t have anything, just myself. I never really had a choice. People look at me with disgust, say things behind my back... but their words can’t feed me. So I don’t care. I need to survive.I stood up, fixed myself, and got dressed before stepping out of the room. I found the man I had just slept with sitting on the couch, drinking his coffee while focused on his laptop. No time for chit-chat. I went straight to the point. I asked for the money so I could leave.He stood up without even sparing me a glance. Didn’t bother me at all. I even love it. I just waited while he walked off. I checked the time. 3 AM. I couldn’t stay long either, I didn’t want to be caught by his girlfriend. LOL.“Here,” he finally said, handing me the money without any emotion. “I know you know I have a girlfriend. Don’t even think about using this to get more out of me—”“I don’t care about your personal life,

I didn’t know what to expect when Eryx said he was moving me somewhere safe. I thought maybe a hotel or a small house far from everything. Maybe even a cabin in the woods. Something quiet. Something human. But what I saw made my heart sink. In front of me stood a big, old warehouse, the metal walls rusty and the doors taller than a truck. It looked like no one had lived here for years. It looked cold. Empty. A place made for hiding, not living.I stood outside with my suitcase in hand, staring up at it. The sky was cloudy, and a cold wind passed by, making my arms fold around myself. I shivered.“Really?” I said, not even looking at Eryx. “This is the place?”He didn’t answer. He just walked ahead like always, quiet, strong, and not caring if I liked it or not. That was just how he was. Always doing things his way. Always expecting people to follow. And for some reason, I did.I pulled my suitcase behind me, the wheels loud on the cracked ground, and stepped inside after him. The insi