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Chapter Twenty-One

BILLIE “Are you going to the fight this weekend?” Sophie, one of my fellow human scholarship students, asks. “I heard it was two Lunacy members fighting over a girl!” “God, can you imagine those brutes fighting? They're the largest werewolves on campus,” says Rachel, the other human scholarship student for this semester. We're sitting in the courtyard in a secluded corner, surrounded by dormant rose bushes with huge thorns, and statues from Greek Mythology. The afternoon sky is overcast, and the wind sharp and piercing. I pull my dark gray cardigan sweater close. A few days ago, Fleming and I were eating lunch when Rachel and Sophie shyly introduced themselves. They've lived in the Rock House spare suites since last semester. I'm pretty sure one of the guys put them up to it, but they're nice to me and genuinely friendly. Plus it's nice to have gossip from the human side of things. “They don't fight in wolf form,” I tell them. “That’s what makes it so hot,” says Sophie. “What’s

Chapter Twenty-Two

BILLIE “Hi, I’m Abby, and I’m the black sheep of the family.” I shake the hand offered to me by the skinny brunette with purple streaks in her hair. Between her punk rock clothes and her perfect cat’s eye eyeshadow, she was the coolest girl I’d ever met. “That’s what our dad says when the topic of Abby’s vocational ambitions comes up,” Dominic tells me. “We’re simply too old money rich for a hairdresser in the family,” Abby says. “Why couldn’t I be interested in the law?” “Wait until he finds my TikTok videos on nineties culture. I don’t think he even knows what a cultural critic is,” says Dominic. I smile at them both, inwardly wishing I had parents capable of caring about who I grew up to be. My father died before I could speak and my mother is my mother. “Hi Abby, I’m Billie. Dom said you needed practice models for your portfolio?” “Yes, he did, and I’m so grateful. How far can I go? Is there anything you do—or don’t—want?” “I don’t want anything shorter than a bob. Ever

Chapter Twenty-Three

BILLIE It’s the night of the Phantom’s party. I'm full of nerves, since it's my first party of any kind. I've got a vague idea of what happens at parties–sex, dancing, alcohol consumption–and I'm ready to stretch my wings. I look in my full-length mirror and fluff my new haircut. Tristan had gone wild over it. I clip two bows with long black ribbons into either side of my hair. I’m wearing a black corset top, sleeveless, with a pleated black pleather miniskirt. I got Sophie to pull the stays of my corset tight, and my breasts practically spill out of the top. The lace tops of my sheer thigh highs peek out from beneath the skirt, attached to a garter belt. I’m also wearing the black high heels for the first time, and it’s not as hard for me to walk as I imagined. There’s a knock at the door. I open it to see Fleming with a can in his hand and a wry look on his face. “The Phantom said glitter was in the required dress code. I’m supposed to spray you down with this.” I close my eyes,

Chapter Twenty-Four

BILLIE The party is split into several rooms. Thorne tells me each room has a different vibe. There’s different music seeping out from each door, and the main room is where the Phantom is set up on his stage, controlling it all, surrounded by monitors showing the different party rooms, laptops controlling the music, and the notorious synthesizer set up he drug down here from the Music Department. Here is where he plays live, and the vibe is at its height. Rachel and Thorne start dancing in the main room, and Sophie trails after Dom. I step into the hallway and take the first door on the left. I open it up to a scene of rainbow colors and absolute debauchery. There’s something running through my veins, a restless, uncontrollable, wild energy. The music pumps through the cavernous underground space, my heart timed to the beat. Every where I look is glitter and colored fog, the lights of the broken chandelier above us sparkling down over all the colors until rainbows are all I see. The

Chapter Twenty-Five

BILLIE “For you, anything. Let me get you something special, since you like anise.” He takes out a glass and a pitcher of water. Then he measures out a shot of absinthe. Putting a special metal spoon over the glass, he places a sugar cube on top and pours the absinthe over it, then lights the sugar on fire with a match. Next, he pours water over it, then stirs the whole thing with the spoon. Then he hands it to me. “Absinthe, wormwood and all.” I thank him and take a sip. It’s sweet, spicy licorice and burnt sugar, and something darker and deeper. I finish my drink, then I turn and see Tristan looking at me. He holds out his hand. “Dance with me.” I take it and he leads me out to the dance floor. We face the stage as he gyrates into my ass from behind, kissing my neck. I feel hot and tingly all over, like the glitter on my skin has come to life. I lean my head back against his shoulder and he wraps his fingers gently but firmly around my throat from behind in a possessive claimin

Chapter Twenty-Six

BILLIE He helps me up, then talks to his phone. In a few seconds, a slow, dirty song comes on, no vocals, just keyboards and electronics and the relentless, filthy beat. I start dancing, slowly at first, my back to the pole, hands grabbing it above my head. I squat down and stretch my legs wide open, letting them see my panties. I grind my way back up, flip my hair, and slowly start to pull my leather miniskirt down, until it’s over my heels. I kick it away. Next comes my jacket, which I toss in Raven’s general direction. He catches it. I dance some more, working the pole in my panties, thigh highs with garters, and the laced corset top, squatting down and back up, sliding around, and gyrating my hips. At one point I hold on to the pole, then stretch my left leg straight up to my ear, showing how flexible I am. The crowd cheers. I see them watching me, all the boys I’ve made friends with, except the Phantom, and I know he can see me on a screen. And I know then, without a doubt, th

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TRISTAN I could have told Billie more of the truth. That the next 24 hours were the most dangerous to her safety. That other gangs would love to sabotage us with our beautiful, desirable virgin Omega by carrying her off and having her first. Almost all the gangs and societies would get in on it. I could have told her that Thorne needed to lock her into her bedroom, and she wouldn't be coming out until the initiation ceremony begins. Because no, I don't trust my feral little Kitten to listen to reason and stay put where it's safe. She’ll try to make a show of independence, and get snatched off the street. And from now until the ceremony, one of us will be posted outside her door. Just in case they try to rappel to the window, which has bars on it. I could have told her, but it can wait until morning, when she’s sober. I let her sleep through the night, locked tight in her room with Thorne standing guard. The rest of us shift to our wolf forms and patrol the grounds, as underneath

Chapter Twenty-Eight

BILLIE I'm taken to an ante room in the chapel where I can get ready. “Let's stop here for a minute and take a breath,” Dom says. “How are you feeling?” Fleming asks me. “Nervous,” I say, fiddling with the beautiful, sheer white lace robe Abby dressed me in, conscious that my nipples can be seen. “What if I don’t know what to do?” “That’s the beauty of it,” Fleming says. “I offered my virginity for my initiation when I was 18 and we started initiations after high school. The Phantom performed it, and it was my job to be passive and take it–I didn't have to know what I was doing because I was bound and blindfolded. It will be the same for you.” Dominic is rubbing my shoulders while Fleming speaks. “Any cold feet?” he asks me. “No,” I reassure him. “I want this. I'm just nervous he'll change his mind about me after he gets what he wants.” “Oh sweet girl, sex is not Tristan getting what he wants, it's just the beginning. What he wants is far greater and longer-lasting than tonig

Chapter Twenty-Nine

18+ Explicit content BILLIE I wake up in my bed, surrounded by silk sheets and fake fur. I can tell it’s late, after midnight. I can hear music playing somewhere in the tower. There's a warmth between my legs, an awareness and a new absence. The absence of him. There's something around my throat. I touch it, and feel velvet. “Something in velvet with diamonds.” That’s what Tristan had said. “A pretty little collar”, he called it. I realize I can't take it off. There's a lock in the back. I get up to see how it looks in the mirror when I see a piece of paper taped to the mirror's edge. “Ask for the key, and you shall receive it. You are not our slave, but you do belong to us. We want to show that to the world. And you look so beautiful. T.” I look in the mirror. There are sparkling diamonds sewn into the black velvet choker. There's a heart charm that hangs down, and I turn it around and take a picture. Then I read the inscription on my phone. “Omega Billie Black. The Rock Ho

Chapter Thirty

18+ Explicit Content TRISTAN I think she finally believes me. That this isn't just some con to get her in bed, or enslave the human. She seems taken aback that I've given her the deciding power over sex with other gang members. Like she expected to either be forced into it, or that I would be a tyrant. I am a tyrant, about some things. I'm a possessive Alpha wolf. But sex with fellow pack members isn't one of those things. It has its place, and growing up seeing everyone naked during their shift at least once, you lose a lot of inhibition. The only thing I'd be angry about is if it happened without my participation, and so I tell her. “You have to understand, group sex in a pack is a normal, healthy thing that has its place, and that's why you're the one who would be deciding whether or not that happened. I would be angry if you did it behind my back, without discussing it first. I would hate it if I wasn't the one in charge–the one directing everything after you consented. B

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