Semua Bab His Regret: The Alpha King wants me now: Bab 11 - Bab 20

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

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

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

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

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