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Dolores POV Some rogue wolves have decided to hunt for rewards, I see there are only seven of them, must be from the nearest pack, yet I’m certain these fools will be easy to trick with the power we possess. Seeing my sister come to try and help me, she stops and tries to order this small group of rogues to leave, but before she can, I stop her with my own orders. “Hear me, there are two werewolves with black fur and red eyes that are wanted for a very heavy ransom, alive. If you can find them, I will pay you a ransom. The Ventura family would pay for them both and add a girl named Chamika to make it even more interesting.” I shout as Aisha runs back to the mansion, leaving me with these creeps. They shift back into their human bodies as I try to keep my composure. “Do you really think these are your last words before we kill you?” says the smallest of them all. They are all brown in color, and they are all warriors of the lower class. “What is your name?” I ask them as I disconnec
Taking the cloth to clean the bar slide, I answer without thinking. “Here you, what are you doing here when you are supposed to be working now?” Behind Ulysses, I see Jose or at least the person who looks an awful lot like Jose, as he is broader and tattooed. I have lived with Juana all these years in a small apartment where we split our payments. Working as a bartender and having her work as at customer service in a store. It felt beautiful when I was working with Suley, but her situation was not the best and when I had to leave not even a week in it nearly got her dead. Thinking about her, I see her walking out of the back where the dishes are to give her a box of more glasses that need to be washed. She decided to run away, and when I told her 2 years ago that was what I did with Juana, she joined us. We decided to stay quiet as Juana had just turned sixteen by then. When I turned to face Ulysses and Jose again, I couldn't hide my smile and took my iPod out to put it on and stop t
In the heart of this bustling Chilean metropolis, I made it to the door of my flat. We fled to this area far away since staying concealed here was simpler than at home. My crop top and fuzzy shorts cling to my now-developed physique since the mornings here are damp. It seems strange to consider that I now have a medium bubble rear end and a nice C cup, which makes the idea of fleeing more difficult. However, I must leave this place immediately. I take a step back when I hear a threatening growl behind me. When I turn around, all I can see are two huge wolves—or at least four-legged things that resemble wolves. I don't know how I ever believed they were just puppies. Was it foolish of me to refer to them as pups last night? I must have been quite exhausted since I totally missed this! These are no longer pups. They are two enormous, red-eyed, black wolves! They each stood by my side while I yelled; they weren't startled by my outburst, but I thought I saw one of them twitch in discom
Standing up from the bed brought back memories. There are also no wolves, girls, or puppies. Instead, two powerful guys are spooning me as the other holds me by my chest. I continue to be immobile as a terrible recollection surfaces. I was dropped off to my dad's new penthouse at about that time by my mother. I knew he had friends visiting, but I didn't know his friends' spouses, children, and boyfriends would also be there. I never shared it with anybody, particularly when I was only nine years old. It was challenging to stay alive and fend off the prank assaults my parents put on me. When a doctor asked for my assistance, it was agony because as soon as he was through, he was shot in my face, purposefully reminding me that I was never supposed to think I was secure from them. I was reminded of what those ladies did to me when I saw these in my bed. As I sense the one behind me, I am reminded of the reversed harem they performed on me. I recall how they would be spanked, these guys
The bus takes me to the last stop, where I know the beach is close by. A good walk here to make up for lost time would be perfect, but my work at the theater will take away everything from earlier. I know my uniform is stashed behind the small food counter. I hold tightly to my bottle as I take myself out. I can't believe this—that these men could just walk into my room and then sleep with me. I am aware that I am not pregnant; if I were, I would have been bleeding from my private areas. I never really recovered from the abuse I received from those women; nobody believed me when I told them what happened, and I completely forgot about it. On the other side, where the sun was almost rising, a beautiful fusion of yellow and orange colors could be seen. In this part of town, most of the houses are in poor condition. I take a seat on the sidewalk and stare at the colorful skyline. One of the reasons I stay alive is that I get to enjoy this sight more and more every time I see it. When I st
Opening my eyes, I saw a woman whose beauty made me feel like I am a trash can, with her beautiful long hair of different colors, her white skin with beautiful freckles, her little figure that was breathtaking did I heard another young woman speak for me. “Mother, are you serious about these choices?” It was me who asked her. However hearing another woman tone coming out of me, speak through me, made me snap to see where I was, this was a big cozy home everything, it was all made of wood, and it was decorated with stones and animal fur, there were a lot of women here but what got my attention, into knowing what was around me in detailed of this home was the people in it, it wasn’t empty by any means, everyone was simply trying to figure something out, but I felt like there was something wrong about what they were trying to figure out, from the words that came out of this body I’m in, or the person who used me to speak, it felt wrong how the girl reacted to her mother, I wasn’t sure wh
"Nice to meet you," I say with sweaty palms. He stops looking at me, and I feel like throwing up. I don't like this at all. I know that my parents are making plans or already have something for me. I can't stand the tension, and I can't wait to get out of here. I don't want this life anymore."I know I'm older than her, which is why I'll come back in six years to take her as my payment for a wife," When he says that, my eyes widen, and when he replies, I shake my head."We know you are young. Eighteen is young; I was married at that age. We can keep her until then as long as you remember what we agreed to." My mom says something, and I use this time to go to the bathroom."May I get out of here?" When I hear "Go," I didn't ask anyone for anything. I get up and walk out, but when I get to the door, my dad starts talking to me. "Change for school, you're out for the rest of the day." I open the door and run to my room at the top of the mansion as soon as it closes.Changing I take the m
"Ulysses, though?" He shakes his head and pushes me through the same door. Ulysses pulled me in and said, "Run, he'll be fine, these people have been looking for you for hours, now go run and don't look back, kid." He closes the door, and I leave. If he says that Ulysses will be okay, that's fine.Just a few houses and I'll be there. There's a small path that leads to the entrance of these woods, where a few houses are. Juana and Jose aren't as wealthy as I am, but they take classes with me because their parents work in the reserve of the woods. The governor lets them do this because this is our greatest pride, even though it's just the woods. When I get to their house, I stop in front of a truck, and when I see the door to their house open, I again duck down. I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after 2 p.m. Nobody was supposed to be home, so I crouched down to the side of the house where this truck belonged. That's when I heard a dog growl.Why do I turn my head to see a s