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Eleven

MONICA.Beaming red eyes. No matter how many times I blink, I still see it, like floating lasers in the dark. I don’t know if it’s just my hallucination either, because it seems that I can make out the faintest outline of a face. A smile that’s filled with teeth about three inches long, bunched up against each other, dripping with a dark liquid that I think may be blood….Somehow, through my fear, I manage to take a step back. My high heels snag on something and I nearly walk right into the street just as a cab pulls up. The driver blares his horn, and I find myself crashing back into reality.I look back at the alley. Apart from some takeout boxes being blown by the wind, it’s empty.Did I imagine those eyes? Am I alright?Rubbing my eyes and trying my best to relax, I turn back to the street. The cab is still there like it’s waiting for me. I lock eyes with the driver and he frowns. In a heavy Brooklyn accent, he asks, “Are you going to get in here or what?”“Yes,” I say in a hurr

Twelve

MONICA.Panic sets in. Who the hell is this subscriber acting like some sort of master?I want to pause the stream and just confront him for saying weird things like that, but the other chats are popping up and drowning the message.“Cum show now!” they’re all demanding, and I have no choice but to give in.I lie back down on my bed, trying hard to focus on the pleasure. But the pulsing in my core has stopped, and all I can think about is that strange message. I’ve had weird subscribers before, sure. But the extent of their weirdness usually just ends with asking really close-up pics of my holes.This one is definitely out there. I heard that some fans can get obsessive, but that has to be built with time, right? I don’t think this is a troll, either. What kind of person throws that money around just to play with a person?I keep rubbing the dildo on my clit, trying to elicit the same arousal as before. Bu it’s just not happening. The chat is going crazy, calling me a tease, so I just

Thirteen

MONICA.Roman smiles, and once again I’m struck with how beautiful his smile is. Being face to face like this, with me in flats and not in my ten-inch work heels, I feel so much smaller. He has to be at least a foot taller than me.Seeing him outside the club feels like seeing a lion in the wild, even though he’s wearing a white cashmere polo shirt tucked into dark blue slacks. There’s just this powerful air to him that I can’t explain. I’m not the only one affected by it. The women in the waiting room are stealing glances at him. Some of the men are puffing themselves up, like they’re preparing to fight toe to toe with him.But I… I just stand there completely mesmerized.He touches my shoulder casually, and my skin is aflame. Suddenly I’m thrown back to the night of my first livestream, when I found myself thinking of him while I touched myself….“So, yeah.” I clear my throat. “What are you doing here?”“I’m sorry, I’m just shocked.” He lets out a laugh and my knees are putty. “I’m

Fourteen

MONICA.Incredulity hits me like a ton of bricks. “Are you serious?”“Pretty much,” Roman says, laughing before reaching for my hand. “Come on. Do you really want me to go there alone? Think about poor old me, Monica.”“But you can go with literally anyone else!”“Anyone isn’t you. You’re the one I want.”There’s command in that tone. It almost sounds like he’s telling a server exactly how he wants his meal, but at the same time, it’s dripping with so much sweetness that none of it matters. One look into his gray eyes and I’m done for.“Okay.” I look down, blushing. “I would love to be your date.”Roman’s grin is nothing short of triumphant. “Well, then. Let me take you home so I know where to pick you up.”We leave the restaurant, still followed by the women’s eyes. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth. Here’s a handsome, rich gentleman, giving me gifts on our first date and taking me out to an amazing restaurant that others only dream of. I almost think that maybe I was a saint i

Fifteen

MONICA.“Dr. Martin.”My voice is full of fear, as thin as the gossamer curtains billowing in the wind from the open windows. I’m almost sure that if Dr. Martin comes any closer, he would be able to smell it in the air like a cheap perfume.He knew he would find me here… what does that even mean? Does he know about Roman inviting me?As though reading my mind, Dr. Martin answers that question. “I saw you coming in with that sponsor guy and I thought that maybe he hired you to be his date. Are you on the clock right now?”I open my mouth to tell him that that isn’t the case, but a wave of nausea attacks me and I have to clamp my lips together to stop myself from throwing up. Dr. Martin takes advantage of that and walks closer to me, cornering me against the door.I make the mistake of pushing myself inside, finding out that it’s not a bathroom but some sort of a study. He follows me not long after. The lock clicks as he closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me ev

Sixteen

MONICA.“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen any of that.”Roman’s apologies fill the air. I can tell he feels genuinely bad. We’ve been sitting in his car for a while now, still at the venue, because none of us are allowed to leave until the horde of police officers are done with whatever they’re doing.The red and blue lights are flashing on his anguished face. “I don’t know what the hell happened. All I know is that I should have stopped you from seeing it. I know he’s your therapist and you had a good relationship—”“I wouldn’t call it that,” I interject. The first time I spoke since I saw the body. The image would be burned in my mind forever. Roman is looking at me in puzzlement and I add, “We had a good professional relationship until recently. He tried to… mix business with pleasure. If that makes sense.”“Fuck.” His face goes slack. “I’m so fucking sorry, Monica.”“It’s fine.” The laugh that leaves my lips is silent and unhinged. “Obviously it’s not, but… he’s dead now.”“W

Seventeen

ROMAN.The stuff in the trunk is leaking blood. I can smell it from here. I can’t say it’s necessarily a bad smell, because I did a lot to get here.The car stops purring as I park in front of the portal, a structure made of intertwined branches, vines, and magic. It’s not even visible to anyone who’s not a Werewolf, but it doesn’t really matter around this area, because no one is around.That means I can clean up the mess from my good deed in peace.My fingers are dancing on the steering wheel as I turn off the headlights. The wind billows around me when I get out, opening the truck to get the cleaning materials I got before I started my mission tonight.With gloves pulled tight over my arm, I start to work, dousing the whole trunk with a cleaning solution and sweeping it up with rugs. I light a fire on the ground, tossing my blood-stained clothes and the rags, watching it all vanish into black dust.“To the doctor,” I mutter, smirking as everything burns.All the evidence. All the t

Eighteen

ROMAN.One look at Hyden is all it takes for my heart to nearly explode in anger. If it wasn’t for the women flocking around me, I would have bashed his head against the nearest rock and bathed in his blood.“I believe choosing a bride for the Alpha King should take more than one day,” August thankfully points out. “Wouldn’t it be rash to speed this process along, knowing that the woman he chooses will be the next Luna Queen?”Janus pauses in thought, which makes Hyden uneasy. This stunt is clearly his way to exert dominance over me and flush out the Human I’m with. He might have perfected manipulation and chaos, but he clearly didn’t think that other Alphas would find August’s suggestion rational. His face is beet-red right now, as he struggles to think of something to say.“It’s just a meeting, maybe just to see his preference,” Hyden recovers. “After all, our Alpha King has rejected many ladies in the past. We need to know what kind of woman he’s looking for.”“Yes, that’s right,” J

Nineteen

ROMAN.I’m pinned in my spot, unable to move. I don’t think I can even breathe. The onslaught of memories rushing back to me is a lot, perhaps a little bit too much, because for a second I have to pause and gather my self.How and why. These are the words that repeat in my head. More so on the why, because for the life of me, I have no clue why the ever-elusive Cassandra Cain is here bowing to me from the dais.“I’m not going anywhere,” were her last words to me, when she held me in her arms as I cried for the first time in my life since I was a child, back when my father made his decision to go north.It was a lie, of course. Janus and my father has set us up from the very beginning, letting us meet when I was eight and she was five. We were inseparable. Every day, after our lessons, we would meet under the willow tree behind the palace. We would play all day. Eventually, the play became talk. And when we were getting older, past puberty, the talk became touches.My father told me tha

Twenty

MONICA.“At least let us come with you to the station.”Both Jackie and Trent have been volunteering to come with me to the police station, but today, I decided to go alone.But I find myself starting to regret that decision as I sit in line, enduring the interested glances from the male officers. I’m just wearing baggy jeans and a loose shirt, with no makeup on. I don’t know why they’re looking.Do they recognize me? Did any of these men become my clients at some point?I wish there’s a woman working here, but sadly, they’re all male. Even the officer I’m staying in line for, who’s supposed to be working on female-centric cases.“Next.”I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’m next. I move over to the officer, who gestures me to sit.“Good morning,” I greet him, subtly reading the name tag on his front pocket.Officer J. Brady. He’s an older man, probably around his forties, with silver hair already popping in his beard.He hands me some papers. “I’m Jonathan Brady. Y

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