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The void always returned, hungrier. Dressing in a crisp white shirt and slacks—unbuttoned at the top to tease the ink beneath—I scrolled through my contacts, my thumb hovering over a name: Victoria Lang, a high-end escort I'd used before, known for her tolerance of the rough stuff. She was no Elena—curvy, experienced, with a sultry edge that screamed "use me"—but she'd do for a morning appetizer. A quick text: *Penthouse. Now. Bring the toys.* Her reply was instant: *On my way, sir. Ready to be punished.*

I slam the door behind me. And lock it. My fingers are shaking as I pull out my phone. It’s time for Plan B. I searched online for some reputable agencies for Omega escort services. I’d looked into it once, a long time ago, for research. They provide legal, safe, consent-based companionship for Alphas in rut. The line picks up on the second ring. “Golden Moon Agency, how may we assist you tonight?” “I need an Omega,” I say, voice clipped. “Now.”

Beneath the mask, the girl's face was unreadable, there was no hint of apprehension on her face, today, the eldest miss of the Kingston family would surely fall into her hands. There was a reason why the road was called devil's lane, although it was the only route leading to Grove city, it was a path where most people would not dare take, anyone dumb enough to do so would end up in the hands of robbers and several assassin's lurking behind the shadows, it was said to be the camp of the most notorious mercenary group in Green city, 'The undead'

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

“What can I get you?’ Destiny asks Melissa, but keeps her focus on me by shooting daggers at me with her eyes. “A screaming orgasm.” Melissa answers. Destiny turns her focus on Melissa. “Really?” she says with a sarcastic tone. I’ll have to make sure that Mark, the manager, talks to her. She walks off to make the drink. “You know, if you really want a screaming orgasm, I could help with that. If you know what I mean.” “Really.” She says, with disbelief in her eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. It’ll be the best you've ever had.”

He joked and they both laughed out loud. They got to his private underground garage specifically made for him and his direct Assistants and Keith decided to drive his wife home in his Roll-Royce Ghost while he asked Dave and Matthew to drive behind them in Kelsey’s Rolls-Royce Phantom. Kelsey wasn’t yet familiar with the exotic places that rich people visit in Los Angeles so she had asked Matthew on their way to Gems Group to book a romantic weekend getaway for her and Keith from this Friday night all through to Sunday evening. Matthew and Dave had quickly booked a luxury roof-top suite with a private pool for them.

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