The city of Neon never slept. By seven p.m, businesses close and the residents of the city make merry in the busiest nightclubs in the heart of the city. There, people of different backgrounds, races, professions and social statuses mingled.
Alyssa Dawson sported a pair of oversized framed spectacles as she alighted from the taxi, making her way towards the busy Mysterious Club. It was a club where there were no rules. Just like Alyssa herself. At twenty-four, she was already the CEO of a multinational company, living the luxurious life of a billionaire. A life with no commitments. She answered to no one.
In fact, she led a huge team of expatriates and had over five hundred employees all over the country. Like the name of the club, she was Neon’s greatest mystery. She donned a dark black jacket every day to the office, covered her bright crimson hair with a black wig and on her nose, sat an oversized, framed spectacles that hid her beauty. None knew who she was like outside the office.
But aside from being the wealthiest woman in the city, envied by men and women alike, there is a part of her that nobody knows. That side of her, with a crimson red crest and a furry tail, and golden-yellow eyes. She can never forget that day when a rival pack exterminated the Crimsoncrown pack, and her father’s last words to her when they died.
She was the last of the Crimsoncrown pack, and its sole survivor. Her father had been the pack’s Alpha.
His last words to her were for her to survive and avenge their pack. Luck was on her side after that; an unsuspecting childless couple had found her passed out at the roadside, rescued and then adopted her. She had been fourteen then when she became Alyssa Dawson. At twenty years old, she inherited a fortune from her adoptive parents, and became the richest female entrepreneur in Neon.
Ten years later today, she was standing outside the bar in a dark alley, disregarding the rules that a werewolf should have a mate and seeking a night of fun. It was the fourteenth of February, what the humans called Valentine’s Day. Her goal that night was to find a mate, and it was just for that night. She wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship, nor to change anything about herself. A one-night-stand seemed perfect: a night of passion, with no regrets or responsibility. But she had other plans than to approach a man herself.
She reached up to her wig and removed it, following with her spectacles. It was time for her to let herself loose. A bed of curly crimson hair spilled from the wig, tumbling down her waist. Then she took off her serious-looking designer work jacket. Underneath the jacket, she wore a stylish black dress, which stressed her curvy hips and boasted her impeccable figure. Being a werewolf had its perks.
She dumped the items she had taken off in a dustbin nearby. Without them, she was unrecognisable. Her eyes glittered with excitement as she thought about the deal she had made with the owner of the club: that she would have a gigolo accompany her for the rest of the night. Just one night!
That night, she would let the games begin. Whatever happened in the Mysterious Club stayed in the Mysterious Club, she thought with a wide smile across her face. By no way was she ever going to allow some male stranger from the club to make a claim over her and ruin the equilibrium of her perfect life?
But that night, she was in for a big surprise.
Nathaniel Underwood woke up with an aching pain in his back and sides. Above his head, the white ceiling of the five-star posh hotel greeted him. On the walls hung a painting of a sunset. Hearing her soft breaths next to him was enough to remind him of what had happened the night before.Like the other gigolos in the Mysterious Club, they tasked him with fulfilling a particular female guest. Out of ten other gigolos, that red-headed wealthy woman had picked him. He hadn’t expected her to have an insatiable appetite, nor had he anticipated the bite mark she left on his neck.Last night had been the most exhausting night he had ever experienced with a client. As much as it was exhilarating, he felt as if something had torn his soul out of his body. Never, for once in the three months of being in the trade, had he ever suffered such a demanding client.
Alyssa twirled a long strand of her crimson locks around her index finger on her dominant hand, watching the gigolo exit her luxurious hotel room.She was sure that he would be back soon, she thought with an arrogant smile as she observed her naked figure in the mirror of the bathroom.Yesterday night turned out to be more gratifying than she had thought, even if it was her first time. She had made use of his well-honed skills. In fact, it had even unleashed the Kraken inside her.But why did she feel something was a bit odd with this man? When he had left, it gave her an uneasy sensation. It was like something was missing from her. She had even sensed her own wetness in his presence, which she loathed.She, Alyssa Dawson, would never need a man. She was better off depen
Nathaniel stepped into the elevator and clicked on the twelfth floor. This was where he lived in that crusty old apartment with Regina White, his fiancee.Regina had been his old-time girlfriend, a travelling journalist but with her high maintenance, considering how much she spent on designer clothes and makeup wouldn’t pay the bills. He had mortgaged some old properties from his parents, his inheritance so they could buy a bigger home.Right now, the apartment they lived in belonged to her stepbrother, Sirius White. He didn’t know much about her brother other than that his mother was dead and his father married her mother. Her decision to take on her stepfather’s surname was a conscious one that she made in order to cut ties with her irresponsible biological father, also a gambler.Nathaniel
Back in her office, Alyssa straightened her wig and switched on the notebook in front of her. The Sunday was over and she had a good night’s rest. Now, it was time for her to return to action after recharging.She took her rimmed spectacles out of its case and placed them on her nose.There was a knock on the door.“Come in,” she said in a confident voice. It turned out to be Joyce Dean, head of human resources. Joyce had recently taken on the position. Alyssa only dealt with head of departments, and rarely did regular employees have a chance to see her face to face.“What’s up?” she looked domineeringly towards the woman. Joyce seemed like a frightened mouse seeing a cat. Apparently, she had this effect on Jo
"George, how much longer do we have to do this?"Nathaniel couldn't keep up with his best friend's plan. He was anxious about the meeting later, although he was assured that the rich female would go along with his game.Suddenly, he received a call from George, who wanted him to join him in a strike against AD Systems, where they had both been retrenched three months ago. Like him, George could not secure a new job with other companies. George was a nerd and a hilarious sidekick. They had gone through a lot together in their short tenure with the company.Unlike Nat whose craftiness led him to have an edge over the older wealthy women he provided his services to, George was humble and honest. But today, for George to insist on a strike against the company was completely beyond Nat. He wouldn't say anything to defame the company and neither would he employ his wondrous techniques to hack into the company's systems to get his well-deserved revenge. Nat couldn't get what was on his best
Waiting in the vacant hotel room actually put Alyssa Dawson in more suspense than ever. She had discarded her no-nonsense CEO disguise and reverted to her lusty self. Fifteen more minutes. Her wolf Aria was restless and so was she. She couldn’t wait until that idiot came, and then-And then- The words were jammed in her mind. While she was figuring out how she should punish the man for daring to blackmail her, she suddenly sensed Aria’s presence. She then realised Aria was speaking to her. “You and him already have a bond.”“What do you mean, a bond?” She mentally conversed with her wolf. “He’s just this one-night-stand I paid to relieve me of my virginity!”“And then what happened? Are you in denial?”“Me, in denial?”“You know what you’re thinking. We need him.”Need? Alyssa huffed. She needed a man? Over her dead body!“Alyssa, don’t you remember what happened that night? Think carefully,” she heard Aria’s calm voice speaking from within her. She fidgeted with her hair and her he
“Satisfying?”Nat grinned cheekily. The woman under him writhed and attempted to pull away, but he saw her fail miserably. That, he attributed to his handsome self that made the elder clients fawn over him, but with Miss Wealthy, it was a different scenario.She was the first woman who had even traded her virginity for a night of passion, and even paid him handsomely for it. Best of all, she appeared to be single and had more money than she even needed. The perfect client.Be her exclusive gigolo? Those words were music to his ears. But he could earn way more than what he asked of her, if it even bothered him to. The fact Regina was back and that he had markings he had to make significant efforts to keep hidden, made this not an option. Instead, her offer was tempting. He observed her bright red silky locks, followed by her smooth, flawless skin and the roundness of her bottom.This was a sight he would never get bored with watching, even for a hundred years.He thought of the times
“Uh, that was wild.”They stared at the broken desk in front of them. The wood had split right in the middle and scattered the items originally placed on top of it over the floor. The drinking glasses had shattered into a dozen fragments, and the room was now in such a disorderly state.Nathaniel hadn’t asked what happened. He looked confused, but he remained nonchalant. He remained where he was standing, rooted to the ground.Alyssa just straightened her dishevelled hair and strode over to the sofa without bothering to say a word. She knew he was watching her and how cool she was after that wolf-howl and one of the wildest sexcapades she ever had. He was what she called her first experience with a man, and it would not be her last. Now that he was exclusive to her, she would summon him whenever and wherever she wanted.Aria’s restlessness told her the bond wasn’t that simple. She gravely told Alyssa that they needed the man, regardless of who he was, and that their bond was crucial t