~Victoria~I held my breath. I was sure the wolf before us was just a beast that would pass by. But wolves and werewolves have a strong bond. We can communicate very well. It was common for us to get information from these wild wolves. So, I knew it was a terrible situation. My eyeballs rolled to the far left. Ace's fingers gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. My ears heard a growl that made my body shake. Ace's eyes stared intently, and I could feel how much power he was holding back. Ace and the wolf exchanged glances for a while. Finally, the wolf turned and ran off into the forest's darkness.I breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the first time I've ever been afraid of a wild wolf," I said, turning to Ace."We have to get away from here." Ace didn't look at me. "Hang on, Vic!" he ordered before stepping on the gas and quickly leaving the area.My body jerked back, and I desperately searched for a grip. Ace was driving very fast through the night. The situa
~Victoria~I squirmed as the light fell on my face. I hadn’t slept this well for the last five months. To be precise, since that horrible night in my life, the night my parents were killed in a tragic robbery, nightmares have haunted me every single night. I woke up gasping for breath and sweating all over my body. However, my sleep this time felt so different. The fragrance that wafted in made me even lazier to open my eyes. It reminded me of the sandalwood-scented room I missed so much.My eyes quickly opened as I felt something strange. My gaze was directed towards the thick blanket I held—a soft purple. And I realized all of this was wrong. So, I immediately got up and turned my head around.“Where is it?” I muttered while wandering my gaze.A spacious room with a comfy bed and soft bed sheets. There was no creaking in the bed. There were no porous wooden cabinets. This was not my bedroom. This room was even fancier than the one in my parents’ house.But how did I end up in this pl
I took a deep breath as I mustered up the courage. Tears won't bring back my virginity. So, I had to do something to make him regret taking my precious possession and even curse what he had done to me. I slowly moved my body, changing my sleeping position to supine, then turned to the man lying on my side while closing his eyes. "How desperate are you that the Moon Goddess did not bring you to your mate, so you had to fuck a half-breed werewolf like me to satisfy your lust?" I said, confronting my cruel Alpha. Ace quickly opened his eyes. He turned to me with a hardened jaw and a darkened glare. “You!” It was no secret that Alpha Ace Cassilas had yet to find his mate. There was not a single female werewolf he claimed as a mate. He was Alpha without Luna. I assumed he's been masking his loneliness by taking advantage of the slutty girls who adore him. Someone once told me that Ace Cassilas considered half-breed werewolves to be the most despicable creatures who did not deserve to b
He stood before me, looking at me with some emotion. I could feel the anger, but I tried to remain calm. His sunken eyes glared at me. I didn't think for a second about looking away. I met that gaze squarely in both eyes. I wouldn't let him see the weakness in me. "Such an unexpected fate, isn't it?" My sarcastic voice broke the tension-filled silence between us. Ace shook his head while thinning his lips. I thought we felt the same way. I didn't expect this bastard to be my mate, either. The Moon Goddess seemed unsatisfied with all my suffering, so she chose a mate as bastardly as Ace Cassilas for me. At first, I thought Ace would say something cruel or reject me. But I was wrong. Not a single word was uttered from his lips in response to my comment. Instead, he turned around and left without saying a word. My legs went limp as soon as Ace was out of sight. Trembling, my body slumped slowly to the cold floor. My tears broke out, and I could not pretend to be as strong as I was whe
~Ace~ "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" One last punch and the punching bag slammed hard into the wall for the second time. My blood was pumping fast. My lungs burned. I forgot how long I've been here, beating the bag with emotion but never being satisfied. I untied the hand wraps from my hands while catching my breath. "This isn't going to work." Something inside me refused to get the image of that damn girl out of my brain. Yes, it was all because of that damn half-breed girl. I couldn't understand. After all this time, why would the Moon Goddess give me such a disgusting fate? Of all the female werewolves in Nightfall City, why did it have to be her? I grabbed a small towel to wipe off my face and neck, covered in sweat. Underneath my breath, I could still feel her scent. Damn it! She was like poison fused with air. Her scent filled my airways, suffocating me so tightly. It felt like it wanted to make me die of lust. "Get my car in gear!" I ordered as I threw a towel at Ben. Benjamin Fost
"Roberto Martinez." My eyes fell on the figure in the photo Ben had pointed to. "He lives in the southern district's elite neighborhood with his wife and two daughters. Founder of the educational foundation Moon School of Design. A family man. Nothing is interesting about him besides sharing the same hobby as Jared Waltz. Roberto Martinez is an antique collector," said Ben. "Is he one of our kind?" I asked. Ben shook his head. "Nope. He's human." He moved another photo. "Look at this!" My eyes narrowed, watching the photo closely. The man named Roberto appeared to be handing something to Jared. It needed to be more clear what the object was in his hand. Something like a wooden box. Maybe it was an antique, like Ben said. "I think they're just doing an antique deal," Ben said. "Can you find out what's in that box?" I turned to Ben. "I've already missed out once, Ben. I won't let it happen again," I said. Two million dollars was no small sum. Jared Waltz had cost me a lot because
~Victoria~ The same man who brought me to this room came, and I just remembered who he was. He was the Beta, Benjamin Foster. His face looked very different from the one I remembered. All this time, my parents severely restricted my social life, so I didn't recognize him. If not for the tattoo on his neck, I wouldn't have known that this man was Benjamin Foster. He stood before me and sighed as if regretting what I had done. But who cares? I was sick of being a slave to the lustful asshole Ace Cassilas—or, should I say, I was sick of always falling prey to his temptations. It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me in my life. "I've warned you to be nice." He shook his head lightly and crouched down. "Don't try to attack me! I'll do it gently," he said as he untied my legs. As soon as the ties loosened, I kicked my legs towards him, but his hands firmly gripped my ankles. His face lifted, his golden-brown eyes looking at me sharply, warningly. "Stop being so st
Something inside me was harrowing. I couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, my feet stepped back, and I turned to leave. The joints in my entire body felt weak. I rested one hand on the table's edge to avoid collapsing. I didn't want to cry, but the tears were welling up. "Don't cry, Vic. That bastard doesn't deserve your tears," I told myself. Why was I crying over him? Why was I in pain for him? Shouldn't I be happy he found another girl to spend his nights with? But why did it hurt so much? "Hey, you! What are you doing there?" Someone called out and came to me. I wiped away the tears with my fingers and lifted my face. I turned to the man standing a few steps to my right. "You're here to serve guests, not to daydream. Go back to your place quickly! Don't get me in trouble for your behavior," he ordered, his eyes glaring at me. From how they treated me, it seemed that no one in this mansion knew that Ace and I were mates. Or maybe they knew, but it meant nothing. "Sorry. I'll be b