Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Human Dancer (An Erotica): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

EdricThe red paper on the door hit me like a punch to the gut.EVICTION NOTICE. Final warning! Seven days!I stared at it until the words blurred. Then I ripped it off, crumpled it in my fist, and pushed the door open. The hallway reeked of stale cigarettes and damp concrete, but all I could feel was the weight of failure pressing against my chest.Seven days.Seven days to come up with rent… or lose the only roof Aria and I had left.I stepped inside our tiny one-bedroom apartment. The air was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and medicine and boiled rice, a bitter reminder of Aria’s medications and the only meal I could afford lately. My sister lay curled on the futon, her frail frame swallowed by a blanket that had long lost its fluff.My throat tightened. She was only eighteen. She deserved hospitals, specialists, stability… not a brother who was drowning.The pile of medical and house bills stared back at me from the counter, like a second eviction notice. I flipped through th

EdricWhen I stepped into Luna Noir as an official dancer for the first time, the club swallowed me whole.The air hit me first. It was warm, thick and was humming with something alive. The low pulsing lights washed the walls in dark violets and midnight blues, shadows twisting like they had a pulse of their own around the sleek black pillars. Music vibrated through the floor and shot straight into my bones.And then I saw him.Alpha Leon. That's how he had introduced himself.He stood on the balcony that overlooked the main floor, leaning against the rail like he owned the entire world. Maybe he did. The moment his golden eyes flicked toward me, a hot shiver crawled up the back of my neck. His gaze was sharp, predatory, but there was something else in it, something dark and hungry that made my pulse spike.“Welcome,” he rumbled from above, voice low and impossibly steady.I swallowed, glancing around. The club wasn’t just opulent, it was intimidating. Patrons lounged on velvet couche

LeonThe night was already running hot.Luna Noir throbbed with its usual pulse, music vibrating through the obsidian walls, supernatural auras winding through the air like smoke, scents sharp and heavy with desire. My wolves worked the floor, the vampires stalked the balcony, and everyone knew their place.Except my wolf.Except tonight.Tonight, the pull inside my chest was a feral, living thing.Because he was here.Edric.Human. Soft. Breakable. Innocent to the point of infuriating.And still…Still he had my wolf pacing inside my skin like a caged storm, snarling every time someone even breathed too close to him. It made no sense. No human should have been able to affect an Alpha to this degree. But when Edric danced…I clenched my hands.Even the memory of it was enough to unravel the discipline I had built over centuries.And when he entered the main room tonight…Late, hair damp as if he had rushed, chest rising with nervous breaths….My wolf rose so fast inside me that I near

EdricI don’t go back to Luna Noir.I tell myself that like it’s a promise, like if I repeat it often enough it will turn into something solid… something I can stand on when my knees threaten to give out.The sun is barely up when I leave the apartment, the city still yawning awake. Queens feels different in the morning. Less predatory. Less like it’s watching me. I pull my jacket tighter around myself and keep walking, the echo of music from Luna Noir still lodged somewhere under my skin, like a bruise that hasn’t surfaced yet.I shouldn’t miss it. I shouldn’t miss the stage, the heat, the way my body felt when it moved: loose, powerful and wanted. And I definitely shouldn’t miss him. Leon.The memory of his hands, too strong, too sure, burns through me before I shove it away. The taste of his lips on mine. I can still feel it. I focus on the pavement instead, on the cracks and oil stains and old gum flattened into the concrete.I am not going back.That decision feels right when I s

EdricI thought this was how it would end… abuse from Marcus as he was used to.Marcus’s hand was iron around my wrist, his breath hot and familiar in the worst possible way, his voice low with the same poisonous calm he used to wear before things got bad. My heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my feet wouldn’t move.I had frozen like I always used to. Stupid. Weak. Too slow.“Still running from me?” Marcus sneered, tightening his grip just enough to remind me he could. “You always were bad at standing your ground.”The city felt too big and too empty at the same time. Cars passed. People walked by. No one noticed. No one ever did. I tried to pull away but he yanked me back.Pain flared up my arm and that was when fear finally tipped into something sharper, panic, raw and choking. My mind scrambled uselessly. I thought of Luna Noir, of the shadows and the music and the way Leon’s eyes had burned into me when he warned me about m