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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:48 | active | 1567 | 0 | Inbox hoặc để lại số điện thoại để nhận tư vấn trực tiếp từ BS Võ Thanh Sang | 1 ĐÊM THAY ĐỔI VÓC DÁNG - HÚT M.Ỡ CÓ THẬT SỰ THẦN THÁNH NHƯ LỜI ĐỒN? 😱 Chị em tự ti vì sở hữu ngoại hình quá khổ, vóc dáng “bồng bềnh” kém hoàn hảo >> Ảnh hưởng lớn đến công việc, tình cảm và ngay cả trong cuộc sống giao tiếp thường ngày. 👉 Thời đại kỹ thuật số, 1m2 có 3 cơ sở thẩm mỹ quảng cáo về Hút M.ỡ với những lời nói có cánh khiến chị em có nhiều lầm tưởng không đúng khi làm đẹp. Thậm chí, gây ra những biến chứng hậu phẫu không đáng có “tiền mất tật mang” ❓ Vậy thực tế thì hút m.ỡ cần mất bao lâu để hồi phục, có thật là “Làm xong đẹp liền, không đau, không sưng”? Bất kì một phương pháp phẫu thuật thẩm mỹ nào dù lớn hay nhỏ cũng cần có thời gian để hồi phục, phụ thuộc vào 4 yếu tố: ++ Vùng hút m.ỡ: Các vùng khác nhau sẽ có thời gian hồi phục khác nhau. Ví dụ, vùng bụng thường mất nhiều thời gian hơn so với vùng cánh tay. ++ Lượng m.ỡ hút: Lượng m.ỡ hút càng nhiều thì thời gian hồi phục càng lâu. ++ Phương pháp hút m.ỡ: Mỗi phương pháp hút m.ỡ sẽ có thời gian hồi phục khác nhau. ++ Cơ địa của mỗi người: Mỗi người có một cơ địa khác nhau, nên thời gian hồi phục cũng khác nhau. Vì thế, khách hàng sẽ mất ít nhất 2-3 tuần, tối đa 2- 3 tháng để cơ thể được thích ứng và hoàn thiện đẹp nhất 💪 Với kinh nghiệm hơn 16 năm trong nghề, kiến tạo vẻ đẹp cho hơn 12.000 khách hàng trong và ngoài nước. Bác sĩ Sang tự tin chia sẻ đến chị em những thông tin hữu ích và cấp thiết trước những lời quảng cáo hoa mỹ, trèo kéo khách hàng quá đà. 💃 Là phụ nữ hiện đại, hãy thật tỉnh táo và đặt niềm tin vào những nơi uy tín chất lượng vì “ Muốn đẹp thì có thể sửa nhưng SỨC KHỎE thì KHÔNG” | MESSAGE_PAGE | Phòng khám thẩm mỹ Bs Võ Thanh Sang | https://www.facebook.com/bacsivothanhsang/ | 38,041 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461794854_1569035623991251_3963575512912989241_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tnEoFBcGIVwQ7kNvgGVM_xp&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AhywSMTUNKVZqc9_01VniYW&oh=00_AYBCuz6ahZ18gcBIe6rVlevvrOgrQ0wiNxtVEKWQL0rsxA&oe=670406B3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Phòng khám thẩm mỹ Bs Võ Thanh Sang | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:49 | active | 1567 | 0 | +219 khách hàng đã nhắn tin | CẢI THIỆN RĂNG NHIỄM MÀU TE.TRA.CYCLINE VỚI PHƯƠNG PHÁP BỌC RĂNG SỨ 🔸 Màu sắc răng cải thiện rõ rệt, răng trắng sáng thẩm mỹ 🔸 Xử lý phần cùi răng tối màu mà không phải mài nhỏ răng gốc 🔸 Đảm bảo ăn nhai bền chắc như răng thật Rất nhiều anh chị 7x,8x gặp tình trạng răng xỉn màu, nhiễm màu do phải dùng kháng sinh Te.tra.cycline từ nhỏ. Dù có tẩy trắng, làm sạch răng kỹ đến mức nào cũng không ăn thua vì nền răng gốc đã nhiễm màu quá nặng, do đó chỉ có phương pháp Bọc răng sứ thẩm mỹ mới cải thiện hiệu quả, mang tới anh chị nụ cười trắng trong, bền đẹp. Win Smile - Hệ thống nha khoa dẫn đầu trong lĩnh vực nha thẩm mỹ c.am k.ết mang đến giải pháp bọc răng sứ hiệu quả, khác biệt chỉ sau 48H: 🔸 Chỉ sử dụng dòng sứ chính hãng nhập khẩu từ: Mỹ, châu Âu, Nhật Bản... mang đến màu sắc trắng trong, che phủ hoàn toàn răng gốc bị nhiễm màu, xỉn màu 🔸 C.am k.ết không mài nhỏ răng giúp bảo tồn răng gốc tối đa, đảm bảo an toàn sức khỏe răng miệng 🔸 Chuyên gia thẩm mỹ - CEO trực tiếp tư vấn về màu sắc, dáng răng riêng và chất liệu sứ phù hợp với từng mức độ răng nhiễm te.tra.cycline 🔸 Đội ngũ bác sĩ tay nghề cao, dày dặn kinh nghiệm, thành công với >1000 ca thẩm mỹ răng nhiễm te.tra.cycline mỗi năm >> Sở hữu nụ cười trắng đẹp tự tin, gạt bỏ e ngại, bất tiện trong nhiều năm vì răng nhiễm màu ngay cùng Win Smile! >> Nhắn tin để nhận tư vấn chi tiết về phương pháp bọc sứ cho răng nhiễm màu Te.tra.cycline. __________ Để được tư vấn kĩ hơn về màu sắc dáng răng và chất liệu sứ phù hợp, khách hàng vui lòng nhắn tin hoặc gọi điện để được tư vấn nhanh nhất! ✦ Nhắn tin tại: m.me/winsmiledentalclinic ✦ Hotline: 1900 5228 ___________ 🦷 HỆ THỐNG NHA KHOA THẨM MỸ QUỐC TẾ WIN SMILE | Thành công từ những nụ cười - 51B Lê Duẩn, Cửa Nam, Hoàn Kiếm, Hà Nội - 11 Vũ Trọng Phụng, Thanh Xuân Trung, Thanh Xuân, Hà Nội - 88 Lê Thị Hồng Gấm, Nguyễn Thái Bình, Quận 1, TP. Hồ Chí Minh ✦ Thời gian làm việc: 8h00 - 20h00 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Win Smile Dental Clinic | https://www.facebook.com/winsmiledentalclinic/ | 9,035 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461774362_1572927626665292_3776534805174015174_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=d3XEE_1wTtsQ7kNvgHiIDi8&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ao-14sPvAE6WBuxygN3pf0h&oh=00_AYB7jfSjJkAN8QwvmzWD1o8VsPqYzuRMrUDX-7yz3fLjoQ&oe=67042F36 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Win Smile Dental Clinic | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 02:50 | active | 1567 | 0 | I recently finished listening to the ebook The Big Leap by Gay Hendricks. He shares experiences, principles and strategies to overcome your "upper limit problem" i.e. how to stop self-sabotage so you can enter your "zone of genius" i.e. becoming fully authentic while accepting it's ok to be fulfilled most of the time. His mantra "I expand in abundance, success and love everyday, while I inspire those around me to do the same" was created to counter negative thinking about what you can accomplish i.e. reducing self-doubt. 🤎🧡💙❤️ #selfesteem #selflove #yogadad #selfrespect #thebigleap #mantra #mentalhealth #motivation #depressedlife #inspiration | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/yogadiji | yogadiji | https://www.instagram.com/_u/yogadiji | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/yogadiji | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/22426937_121107765227371_8891760249040535552_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=LuK_Gy7vD5sQ7kNvgE7AzZA&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYD0kIyBxDfRQOoq5cvqn9ml1VMgZqP8lPukZCS4MmWuTw&oe=67041122 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | yogadiji | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 02:52 | active | 1567 | 0 | Mua 1 tặng 1/ #Hạ #7- #15Kí/ Gửi Thông Tin | HÓA LỎNG MỠ TẦNG SÂU, TÁI TẠO HÌNH THỂ CÂN ĐỐI BẰNG CÔNG NGHỆ HUỶ MỠ KHÔNG XÂM LẤN -> LT hạ gọn 7-15kilo, bụng nhỏ 10-30cen, chỉ số mỡ về mức an toàn -> Không PT xâm lấn - An toàn - Hiệu quả thấy bằng mắt thường ✔️ Hủy mỡ không xâm lấn, không gây đau như các pp cũ. ✔️ Sóng sóng tần số cao làm liên kết béo bị đứt gãy, dễ dàng bị cơ thể đào thải ra ngoài tự nhiên qua đường bài tiết. ✔️ Mỡ lâu năm, mỡ dày, mỡ bẩm sinh...được giải quyết chuyên sâu với liệu trình. ✔️ Hạ cân, điều chỉnh số đo cơ thể về mức cân đối mà không cần bỏ công sức vô ích. ✓ Trị liệu mỡ theo tiêu chuẩn quốc tế, quy trình khoa học. ✓ Hội đồng bác sĩ nhiều năm kinh nghiệm trực tiếp thăm khám và tư vấn. ✓ Công nghệ được FDA (Hoa Kỳ) và CE (Châu Âu) chứng nhận hiệu quả. ➤ TRỪ THẲNG 70% CHI PHÍ - ÁP DỤNG CHO 50 KHÁCH HÀNG ĐẶT LỊCH SỚM NHẤT 👉 ĐỂ LẠI THÔNG TIN để đặt lịch tư vấn. ----------------⚜️ ⚜️ ⚜️ ----------------- Dr. Jang Sung Su - Giảm Béo Cấp Tốc Công Nghệ Hoa Kỳ 일반 의료 표준 슬리밍 그룹 남성 의료 센터 한국 ☎Hotline: 058.5533.222 ⏰Giờ mở cửa: 8h00 - 20h00 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Dr. Jang Sung Su - Chuyên Gia Hủy Mỡ | https://www.facebook.com/giammocongnghecaomy/ | 27,424 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461610372_903817278335507_2760438545045822366_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TGatPgdXnaUQ7kNvgEMW5j7&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_q7E5CI0YkgNYViP-r761g&oh=00_AYAMQnEzq-J7JWDkqQvgILJI4zR8EkFr9kyOgzTwcsM70g&oe=67042EF4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dr. Jang Sung Su - Chuyên Gia Hủy Mỡ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:49 | active | 1567 | 0 | ƯU ĐÃI CHỈ TỪ 499K >> ĐẶT LỊCH NGAY | ⚡️ CHÂN MÀY THIẾU ĐẦU - SỬA NGAY KẺO HỐI HẬN ☯️ Mày thiếu đầu trong diện tướng phong thuỷ được coi làm nét tướng cực xấu, gây ảnh hưởng không tốt đến mọi mặt trong cuộc sống: ✖️Công việc trắc trở, dễ bị trì trệ và không có sự thăng tiến. ✖️Khó khăn trong tài chính, thường gặp trở ngại trong việc tích lũy tiền bạc. ✖️Dễ xảy ra mâu thuẫn, xung đột trong các mối quan hệ, cả với gia đình và xã hội. 📣 Đến ngay LIAM để được cô Nin xem diện tướng, khai cung kết hợp cùng công nghệ siêu vi sợi độc quyền từ Thái Lan tạo nên dáng mày chuẩn phong thủy có đầu - đỉnh - đuôi rõ ràng, tự nhiên bậc nhất! ✨Khai lộc đất đai - Mở cung gia đạo - Phò trợ phúc đức✨ 💬 Inbox để được chuyên gia phong thuỷ tư vấn hoàn toàn MIỄN PHÍ! _______________________ 🔮VIỆN PHONG THUỶ LI.AM รูปลักษณ์มาตรฐานฮวงจุ้ยไทย ⚡DIỆN TƯỚNG CHUẨN THÁI LAN 💸TÀI LỘC - GIÀU SANG - PHÚ QUÝ 📌ĐỊA CHỈ: 258 đường 3/2, phường 12, quận 10, TPHCM ☎️HOTLINE: 0937 512 731 | MESSAGE_PAGE | LIAM - Chân Mày Phong Thuỷ Diện Tướng Thái Lan | https://www.facebook.com/61566049049960/ | 238 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461271256_2803498303285056_1903595305602617206_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WnqUjagP5rwQ7kNvgEg-UHz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVvpXgDdgZrVivKDIC11Cqu&oh=00_AYAs5j9QygZvO0WKJl0URmtGvOiI_GIz1onY-ammh_MIsg&oe=67042082 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | LIAM - Chân Mày Phong Thuỷ Diện Tướng Thái Lan | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:50 | active | 1567 | 0 | GIẢM CÂN AN TOÀN KHỎE MẠNH | Đây là lý do Thúy tin tưởng kinh doanh Hồng Sâm Giảm Cân nè chị em!!! Trộm vía vì Thúy đã dành rất nhiều tâm huyết cho sản phẩm này nên hiện tại Ginseng Slim thường xuyên cháy hàng, sản phẩm cũng đã được xuất khẩu đi hơn 10 Quốc Gia. Vì sao sản phẩm lại bán chạy như vậy?!? Sản Phẩm Có Gì Đặc Biệt ?!? Em này là sản phẩm giảm cân đầu tiên trên thế giới sử dụng công nghệ chiết xuất mới để giữ lại hàm lượng hồng sâm cao nhất trong củ sâm 6 năm tuổi. Và kết hợp chiết xuất tinh chất từ quả bứa, trái lựu, collagen, mật ong và các thành phần trái cây thiên nhiên... giúp tăng hiệu quả giảm cân mà không bị mệt mỏi, tăng sức đề kháng và đẹp da. Cơ Chế Khoa Học Ra Sao ?!? Công nghệ chiết xuất HCA có trong quả bứa (Garcinia Cambogia) giúp tăng cường quá trình trao đổi chất và đốt cháy calories mạnh mẽ, hạn chế tối đa quá trình chuyển hóa calo thành chất béo trong cơ thể, nhờ đó giúp cơ thể giảm cân, tiêu mỡ, giảm kích thước các tế bào mỡ, dễ dàng kiểm soát cảm giác thèm ăn. Ngoài ra thì thành phần hồng sâm & mật ong trong sản phẩm cũng hỗ trợ việc giảm cân hiệu quả hơn. Nguồn Gốc Xuất Xứ Ở Đâu ?!? Ginseng Slim là sản phẩm hỗ trợ giảm cân được nhập khẩu chính ngạch từ Hàn Quốc (sản xuất 100% tại Hàn rồi nhập nguyên thùng, nguyên hộp về Việt Nam). Trước khi lưu hành tại Hàn thì phải được cấp chứng nhận từ Cục An toàn thực phẩm Hàn. Rồi trước khi về nước mình thì Cục An toàn thực phẩm Việt Nam sẽ kiểm định chất lượng lại lần nữa, đạt chất lượng thì mới cấp chứng nhận cho phép nhập khẩu về. Cho nên nhiều người chuộng hàng nhập khẩu chính ngạch là vậy đó - tiêu chuẩn chất lượng được kiểm tra kép mấy lần lận. Sản Phẩm Uống Vào Có Gây Mệt Mỏi Không?!? Thúy cũng trả lời nhiều các bạn rồi. Câu trả lời là KHÔNG HỀ MỆT. Nhờ có Hồng Sâm thiên nhiên (Korean Ginseng), mật ong & các thành phần trái cây tự nhiên nên cơ thể được bổ sung Vitamin, tăng cường sức đề kháng, sản sinh hóc môn hạnh phúc... Bản thân Thúy thấy cơ thể luôn khỏe mạnh & tràn đầy năng lượng trong suốt quá trình giảm cân. Ngoài ra Ginseng Slim còn bổ sung thêm Collagen, Hyaluronic, Pomegranate giúp ngăn ngừa tình trạng da bị xạm màu (tình trạng này thường xảy ra ở các sản phẩm giảm cân khác) cho da được cấp ẩm và đẹp hơn. Mới Sinh Xong Có Uống Được Không?!? Nếu bạn đang CHO BÉ TI THÌ KHÔNG NÊN XÀI. Thời gian này, mẹ cần nạp nhiều chất vào cơ thể để sữa có nhiều chất hơn (trong đó có cả chất béo cho bé). Khi nào các bạn hết cho bé ti thì hãy xài, giờ phải ưu tiên cho sức khỏe của bé đã nha. Bạn nào mới sinh nhưng KO CHO BÉ TI THÌ XÀI BÌNH THƯỜNG, vì ngoài giảm cân thì Ginseng Slim còn bổ sung vitamin và tăng sức đề kháng nữa. Rất tốt cho sức khỏe! Hồng Sâm Giảm Cân Có Dễ Uống Không?!? Có. Rất dễ uống! Đây là thực phẩm hỗ trợ giảm cân chứ không phải thuốc nên vị rất dễ chịu. Khi uống thì các bạn sẽ cảm nhận rõ vị sâm, mật ong và trái cây. Bản thân Thúy thì thấy thơm và ngon miệng lắm! Các bạn nhận hàng sau khi xài nhớ cho Thúy biết cảm nhận nha! Mỗi hộp 15 gói xài mỗi ngày 01 gói. Gói dạng nước tiện lợi, xé ra uống liền. Đi đâu chơi bao nhiêu ngày thì mang theo bấy nhiêu gói, khỏe re. Có Giảm Cân Thật Không?!? À câu này nhiều bạn hỏi nè. Thực phẩm hỗ trợ giảm cân thì tất nhiên là phải giảm rồi. Thúy và người nhà Thúy xài thì có người sau 1 tháng giảm 3kg, có người giảm 5kg. Thường thì mọi người trong nhà cũng có kết hợp vận động nhẹ và điều chỉnh ăn uống lại chút. Sản phẩm nào nói ăn uống thả ga, ăn ngập mặt vẫn giảm thì Thúy ko tin cho lắm. Ăn dầu mỡ, tinh bột ngập mặt vẫn giảm thì thành phần chắc ko tốt cho sức khỏe. Các bạn cân nhắc ko nên xài. Giảm Xong Có Tăng Lại Không?!? Có tăng nha các bạn. Giảm xong các bạn mà ăn tinh bột & ăn chất béo cho cố vô, thì lại tăng nha. Sp nào cam kết giảm xong ko tăng thì Thúy cũng ko mấy tin hoặc nếu có thì có thể thành phần ko phải thiên nhiên nên bị tích trữ lại trong người, ko tốt. Không Cần Giảm Cân Có Xài Được Ko ?!? Câu này cũng có mấy bạn hỏi luôn, ko biết do yêu mến tui muốn ủng hộ hay gì. Nghe thì hài mà không nha. Theo kinh nghiệm của Thúy và hỏi mấy bạn diễn viên, người mẫu Hàn, kể cả khi đã đặt số ký & vòng eo mong muốn thì vài ngày họ vẫn uống 1 gói để giữ dáng, kiểm soát thèm ăn, loại bỏ mỡ thừa ra. Giá Bao Nhiêu?!? Giá 01 hộp: 870K (mỗi hộp 15 gói, xài trong 15 ngày). Trong thời gian này, nếu bạn mua từ 02 hộp trở lên thì sẽ nhận được nhiều Ưu Đãi và Quà Tặng lắm đó! Trong thời gian này, các bạn mua 02 hộp còn được tặng thêm 01 tuýp bột rửa mặt Enzyme Hoàng Thổ (cũng nhập khẩu từ Hàn), loại này Thúy xài cũng mê, bạn nào xài rồi thì viết cảm nhận bên dưới nha! Giảm cân & dáng đẹp hơn là việc nên làm. Nhất dáng nhì da đó. 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No | 2024-10-03 02:52 | active | 1567 | 0 | 🔞❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉 | —Estás empapada —gruñó Alfa Aden, arrodillado entre mis piernas. Mi loba interior me está arañando y suplicando, desesperada por su toque. Pero no puedo... Porque es el padre de mi novio. …… —Sabe, doc —susurra, mirándome fijamente el pecho—. Quería hacer esto el primer día que nos conocimos. Es un lobo salvaje, y en lugar de sentirme como la loba fuerte que soy, me siento como una cierva esperando a sentir que sus dientes se hundan en mi cuello para matarme. Desliza una mano debajo de la correa que sostiene mi vestido en el hombro. Lentamente, la envuelve alrededor de su dedo, dibujando la tela contra mi piel. Luego tira, rompiéndola. La esquina izquierda de la parte delantera de mi vestido se cae, dejando al descubierto mi sostén plateado, sin tirantes debajo. Mientras lo escucho, sé que ya no es solo el miedo lo que corre por mis venas. Algo en su rostro, el deseo que veo ahí, me hace querer más, me hace querer que él me desee más. Mi loba interior me está arañando mucho, desesperada por el toque de este hombre. Por los dioses, ¿qué me pasa? No es solo un lobo formidable; también es un rey de la mafia. Además, también es el padre de mi novio, lo que lo convierte en la última persona con la que debería acostarme... Sin embargo, al ver a este hombre peligroso mirándome con hambre en sus ojos… El calor se despliega en mi vientre, y mi entrepierna está cada vez más húmeda. Por dentro, gimo mortificada. No hay forma de que un lobo poderoso como él no pueda oler mi excitación. Me quedo quieta, dejando que me mire, queriendo que… Mis ojos se abren de par en par cuando me doy cuenta hacia dónde van mis pensamientos. ¿Qué quiero que haga? ¿Forzarme, aquí en el club de striptease donde trabaja mi hermana? ¡¿En serio así es como quiero perder mi virginidad?! …… Ya casi había perdido la esperanza de estar en celo. Para cuando la mayoría de las lobas tenían mi edad, ya se habían establecido y tenían al menos un cachorro. En cambio, yo me sentía como muerta en vida hasta que conocí a Hudson hace unos meses. Él encendió una chispa en mí, o algo mucho más que eso. Mi vida amorosa está mejorando y creo que finalmente estoy lista para dar el siguiente paso. No solo porque las cosas se... despertaron... hoy. Sino porque Hudson es perfecto: es sexi, pensativo, atento... Podemos hablar durante horas sobre los libros que amamos. Y cuando dije que no quería ir demasiado rápido, él estuvo de acuerdo con eso. Nunca ha presionado más que para besarme. Cuando le dije que aún no estaba lista para acostarme con él, lo aceptó y no trató de hacerme sentir culpable. Aquello hizo que me gustara más. Hoy... Hoy estoy lista. Y se lo voy a decir. Tomo un sorbo de mi capuchino mientras lo miro. Diosa, es guapo. Alto y musculoso, pero no demasiado voluminoso, y me encanta cómo su pelo castaño rizado cae sobre sus ojos verdes. Hudson me atrapa mirándolo mientras lee, levantando la vista y mostrándome esa sonrisa sexi y juguetona suya. Pone un recibo entre las páginas para marcar su lectura, coloca el libro a su lado en el sofá y luego mueve su cuerpo para volverse hacia mí. —¿Qué estás pensando, preciosa? Mis mejillas se sonrojan. —¿Realmente quieres saber? —Siempre —responde Hudson, colocando una mano caliente sobre mi pierna justo por encima de mi rodilla. —Creo que estoy lista. Todo el aire sale de mis pulmones mientras finalmente digo esas palabras. Los ojos de Hudson se abren y sus dedos se contraen en mi pierna. Antes de que pueda responder, una silueta se mueve detrás de él y me llama la atención. Uno de los tipos más grandes que he visto en mi vida está parado al final de una fila de libros, mirándonos fijamente con mucha intensidad. Parece… aterrador. Hay algo en él que suena en mi radar, a pesar de que estoy acostumbrada a ver criminales en prisión. Mide más de seis pies de altura, y su traje no hace nada para disfrazar lo voluminoso que es. Mis ojos se sienten atraídos por la cruel cicatriz que corre en diagonal sobre su rostro, casi partiendo su nariz en dos. Huelo el aire. Definitivamente, es también un lobo cambiante. Entonces, ¿por qué tiene una cicatriz como esa? No puedo entender qué pudo haber pasado para que quedara marcado permanentemente de esa manera. Un escalofrío me recorre. —Hudson... Hay... un tipo allí. Y nos está mirando fijamente —digo en voz baja. Hudson se gira para mirar directamente al tipo musculoso, y quiero hundirme en el suelo cuando el tipo comienza a caminar hacia nosotros. —No te preocupes por él —responde Hudson con frustración en su voz. —Hudson, está mirando a... —Está conmigo. Ese es Preston..., mi guardaespaldas. —Hudson lanza una mirada al tipo enorme, y le frunce el ceño. El chico deja de caminar hacia nosotros—. Por lo general, hace un mejor trabajo al mantenerse fuera de vista. Espera, ¿qué? ¿Necesita un guardaespaldas? Mis ojos se dirigen al elegante reloj que lleva hoy. Siempre había asumido que era una imitación, pero ahora no estoy tan segura... Las preguntas se están acumulando y mi loba interior está nerviosa. ¿Qué más esconde Hudson? ¿Y por qué nada de esto ha pasado antes en nuestras citas? Más importante aún, ¿cómo me perdí de esto? Soy una profesional capacitada. Leer a las personas y evaluarlas es literalmente mi trabajo en este momento. Si ni siquiera puedo leer a mi propio novio, ¿cómo voy a tener éxito en mi profesión? Mi estómago se retuerce. —Solo ignóralo. Mi papá se vuelve sobreprotector. —Hudson pone los ojos en blanco—. Honestamente, está tan estresado por la seguridad que le vendría bien una psiquiatra como tú para aconsejarle. Se ríe, luego me guiña el ojo juguetonamente. Puedo decir que la conversación ha terminado y no voy a sacar nada más de él. —En cualquier momento —murmuro, jugando nerviosamente con mi largo cabello rojo, preocupándome por el desajuste entre la aparente riqueza de Hudson y mi pobre estatus de estudiante de postgrado. Nunca he conocido a nadie que tenga guardaespaldas. —¿Puedo ayudarles con algo más? Hudson y yo miramos al barista sonriéndonos, un guapo chico rubio con un delantal atado a la cintura. El momento no podría ser peor. —No, gracias, Chase —le digo, dándole una gran sonrisa al mismo tiempo que Hudson sonríe y dice: —¿Podemos rellenar los dos? —Oh, en realidad... —Miro el reloj y empujo mi cabello hacia atrás de mis orejas. Si no me voy ahora, voy a llegar tarde a mi trabajo de evaluaciones psicológicas en la prisión estatal. —Ella tomará la suya para llevar —dice Hudson, levantándose de nuestro sofá. Sigue a Chase de regreso al mostrador de café para tomar nuestras bebidas. Yo empiezo a hacer las maletas para poder tomar el próximo tren cuando veo que el teléfono de Hudson vibra sobre la mesa. El número desaparece de su pantalla, y esta muestra una foto familiar. El hombre alto en la parte de atrás es ciertamente su padre, el otro tal vez un hermano mayor. Mientras miro la foto, el teléfono suena de nuevo, es el mismo número. Debe ser importante. Agarro el teléfono y pongo mi bolsa sobre mi hombro, dirigiéndome hacia el mostrador de café. Pero aquí no hay nadie. Miro a mi alrededor, confundida. Definitivamente acabo de ver a Chase y Hudson dirigirse hacia ahí... Hay un ruido en la habitación trasera, un golpe extraño y amortiguado, y luego un gemido. Doy dos pasos hacia adelante y miro alrededor de la puerta. Tal vez ambos… Oh, Dios mío. A menos de dos pies de mí, mi novio presiona a Chase contra la pared del almacén. Un puño está envuelto en la tela de la camisa de Chase, el otro en los pantalones de este. Lo está besando con pasión, con hambre. Los ojos de Chase están cerrados, sus manos tanteando el botón y la cremallera de los pantalones de Hudson, susurrando el nombre de mi novio. Mi corazón se detiene por unos segundos mientras miro la escena frente a mí. Luego, la rabia se apodera de mí, enmascarando el dolor que comienza a desplegarse en mi pecho. —¿¡Están bromeando!? —Ni siquiera estoy pensando mientras le tiro el teléfono a Hudson y a su amante. Los chicos se sobresaltan y se separan. —Brooklyn… Yo… —La cara de Hudson está llena de conmoción. Con lágrimas en los ojos, salgo corriendo de la habitación y de la cafetería. —¡Brooklyn! —Hudson corre por la calle detrás de mí—. ¡No lo entiendes! Me agarra del brazo, tirando de mí hacia él. Si alguna vez olvidé que era un lobo macho más poderoso que yo, ahora me acuerdo de su fuerza. —Realmente me gustas —dice, con los ojos llenos de lamento—. Eres increíble... Es solo que… mi familia no lo entendería, no lo aprobaría... Se frota una mano sobre la cara. —Ya sabes cómo son algunos lobos con este tipo de cosas. Cómo son algunas manadas. Esto... Chase y yo... Es complicado. —Entonces, ¿qué? ¿¡Solo quieres que sea tu novia de mentira!? —Le arranco mi brazo de su agarre—. No me interesa. —Por favor, ¡puedo hacer que esto sea bueno para los dos! ¿Cuánto quieres? ¿Un millón? ¿Tres millones? Saca su teléfono y lo veo tocar una aplicación bancaria. —No quiero tu dinero. Hudson parpadea confundido y me doy la vuelta. —Guardaré tu secreto, y no necesitas pagarme. Simplemente no quiero volver a verte. Así como así, mi posible cuento de hadas con el Príncipe Encantador había terminado. Me apresuro por la calle, mis ojos se llenan de lágrimas de enojo. Mi loba, Lena, está luchando por hacerse cargo. Quiere volver y hacer pedazos a Hudson. Sin embargo, su guardaespaldas probablemente evitaría que eso sucediera. Pero una chica puede soñar. Logro llegar al tren a tiempo, hundiéndome en el banco y cerrando los ojos. Mi cabeza retrocede para descansar contra la ventana, y tomo respiraciones profundas para volver a centrarme. Hoy no podría ir peor. No es de extrañar que todavía sea una marginada... Mis instintos están tan fuera de lugar que he estado saliendo con un hombre gay. No, no me voy a involucrar. Lena está de acuerdo. *** Dos horas después, estoy sentada frente a una mesa, en una celda de bloques de cemento, mis manos descansan sobre el papeleo frente a mí, y mi cabello está atado hacia atrás en lo que espero sea un aspecto profesional. Mi pierna tiembla de nerviosismo. Necesito cambiar, huir de este exceso de energía, de estas emociones furiosas. Pero me enderezo en mi asiento, respirando hondo. Tengo que concentrarme en mi trabajo ahora, y estoy increíblemente tensa sobre mi próxima tarea. Hasta ahora solo me han asignado delincuentes principiantes. Algunos humanos, algunos lobos, ninguno de ellos peligroso. Pero hoy tengo que hacer una evaluación de Aden Kenwood. No es solo un lobo formidable; también es un rey de la mafia. Su crueldad sin igual y los increíbles esfuerzos que hace para proteger su poder son infames en Grayling City. Como estudiante de posgrado en psicología que ejerce aquí en la prisión, generalmente me asignan todas las pruebas psicológicas fáciles. Pero la persona a cargo de las evaluaciones de los reclusos que son hombres lobo no está hoy, y todos los demás del personal son humanos. Lo último que van a hacer es poner a un humano en la habitación con un lobo cambiante tan notorio y peligroso. Y bueno… me tocó a mí. Y el incidente con Hudson no me ayuda ni un poco con los nervios. La puerta del pasillo se abre y me paro rápidamente, tirando hacia abajo del dobladillo de mi chaqueta para enderezarla. Esto es, con mucho, lo más nerviosa que he estado desde que comencé este trabajo. Los guardias se acercan con Kenwood, y me sorprende. No estoy segura de lo que esperaba exactamente, pero no era esto. No se parece en nada a lo que podría haber imaginado. Este hombre es musculoso y alto, y se mueve con una especie de gracia peligrosa. Mis ojos siguen la forma en que sus hombros se mueven debajo de la tela de su uniforme naranja de la prisión y la manera en que los guardias se estremecen un poco al quitarle las esposas plateadas de sus muñecas. Este es un poderoso lobo cambiaformas, no hay duda al respecto. Puedo ver por qué todos le temen. Su mera presencia enciende algo en mí que nunca había sentido, y tengo que apretar mis muslos para calmar la fiebre de deseo entre mis piernas. Oh diosa. ¿Es así cómo se siente el celo de una loba? Reprimo un jadeo cuando mis ojos finalmente se posan en la cara de Kenwood y lo observo; mi boca se seca. Su cabello oscuro cayendo sobre su frente, su mandíbula cuadrada, las profundas líneas de expresión grabadas en esos ojos verdes... ¡Dios mío, he visto a este hombre antes! Lo vi ese mismo día en el teléfono de mi novio. Y he visto una versión más joven de él grabada en los rasgos de la cara de Hudson. Hudson no es solo un niño rico. Es el hijo del rey de la mafia. Aden Sigo a los guardias hasta una celda de bloques de cemento al final del pasillo, notando que mi abogado está parado afuera de la puerta. Pone los ojos en blanco y señala su reloj, lo que indica que me sacará de aquí en poco tiempo. Asiento, luego concentro mi atención en la puerta. Me sorprende ver a una chica. No, una chica no. Una joven de veintitrés años, a lo sumo. Ella se pone de pie, claramente ansiosa, mordiéndose el labio y jugando con la larga cola de caballo que tiene sobre su hombro. Su boca se abre, solo un poco, mientras me mira. Demonios, mi cuerpo se tensa al verla: esas piernas largas, con las rodillas temblorosas por la ansiedad; su falda blanca corta y esa chaqueta ridícula que usa para que la gente como yo la tome en serio. Si mis muñecas no estuvieran contenidas en plata, sacaría a mis caninos en este momento, con mi lobo ansioso por probarla. Con apenas verla me doy cuenta de que es pura como la nieve recién caída, ambiciosa pero pobre, ansiosa por probarse a sí misma. Mis ojos deambulan sobre ella... ¿Cómo se vería si le arrancara esa chaqueta poco favorecedora? Me concentro de nuevo en esos labios rojos, ligeramente separados. Se me escapa el aliento al ver esos labios, al pensar en lo que podría hacer con ellos, en lo que podría hacer que me hicieran. Mi pecho retumba cuando contengo el gruñido, y mis pantalones se tensan mientras me pongo duro. —Mmm —vacila ella. Volví mi atención a sus ojos azul joya. —¿Mi nombre es Brooklyn Knox? ¿Estoy aquí para hacer su entrevista preliminar para la evaluación psicológica del estado? Apreto los dientes, negando la necesidad de sonreír lentamente ante el hecho de que sus declaraciones se presentan como preguntas. Dios, es perfecta, este angelito. La parte salvaje y liberal de mí quiere saber cómo se vería con un poco de la suciedad de este pobre condenado. Quiero hacérselo, ponerla de rodillas ante mí. Quiero poseerla de todas las maneras imaginables, y que no sea de ningún otro hombre. No me llaman monstruo por nada. —Hola, Brooklyn —digo, con la voz baja y hambrienta mientras avanzo y me siento en la silla frente a ella—. ¿Por dónde empezamos? Brooklyn Dudo mientras me siento en mi silla frente a Aden. Es un lobo salvaje, y en lugar de sentirme como la loba fuerte que soy, me siento como una cierva esperando a sentir que sus dientes se hundan en mi cuello para matarme. Su lobo brilla en sus ojos mientras me mira, casi como si pudiera saltar sobre la mesa en cualquier momento y engullirme. Las imágenes pasan por mi mente: mi falda subida alrededor de mi cintura mientras Aden Kenwood entierra su rostro entre mis muslos, literalmente engulléndome... Sacudo mis pensamientos. No, este es el rey de la mafia, el padre de Hudson, un poderoso cambiaformas y malas, malas noticias. Por eso Hudson tiene guardaespaldas, por eso tiene tanto dinero. Muevo la cabeza hacia un lado, todavía mirando a Kenwood, dándome cuenta de que esta es también la razón por la que Hudson esconde su secreto. Muchas de las poderosas manadas de lobos y familias criminales en Grayling City son notoriamente conservadoras, y la familia lo es todo. Un hijo gay nunca sería aceptado en algunas manadas, especialmente un hijo de quien se espera proporcione un heredero. No puedo imaginarme siendo Hudson... el tener que ocultar a quien amo y fingir amar a alguien más. Regreso al presente y me doy cuenta de que el hombre frente a mí está sonriendo, solo ligeramente, mirándome mientras lo veo como un ciervo asustado. La forma en que mi cuerpo responde a él, pensando en su cabeza enterrada entre mis piernas… No hay forma de que no huela lo excitada que estoy. Apreto la mandíbula, recordándome a mí misma que él es el villano. No importa lo traidores que sean mi loba y mi cuerpo en este momento. No hay forma de que sienta celo por este hombre, para nada. —Entonces. —Vuelvo a mis papeles, tragando nerviosamente. ¡Has hecho esto mil veces, Brooklyn! Me recuerdo a mí misma. ¡Podrías hacer esto dormida! —¿Puede indicar su nombre y lugar de nacimiento? —pregunto, tratando de recuperar el control de la evaluación. —Creo —dice Kenwood lentamente—, que ya estás al tanto de mi historial. Se inclina hacia atrás, estudiándome. Levanto los ojos para contemplar su audacia, es tan grosero. Pero, desafortunadamente, tiene razón. Relleno rápidamente el formulario. Todos en Grayling City conocen esta información. Lo miro y vuelvo a asombrarme por el aspecto sombrío y letal de su rostro. Aden Kenwood tiene sus facciones bien marcadas, es pura rudeza... y una parte oscura de mí quiere iniciarse con él. Aparto mi mirada de él, sintiendo que me recorre un escalofrío por toda la espalda. De alguna manera, me imagino que son los dedos de Aden... Rápidamente descarto la idea y trato de concentrarme en lo que se supone que debo hacer. Mi loba, Lena, se queja de mí, y la callo. Estoy tan fuera de lugar que en realidad tengo que mirar hacia abajo y leer las palabras que había memorizado hace mucho tiempo. —El resto de las preguntas que le haga hoy serán de naturaleza personal y psicológica —digo, dando el discurso enlatado que estoy obligada a decir a todos los reclusos—. El Estado requiere que responda a todas las preguntas de manera completa y honesta como parte de la evaluación. ¿Entiende? Aden permanece en silencio, y lo miro, una respuesta instintiva a un paciente que no responde. Me sonríe, sin parpadear. —Niña —dice, inclinándose lentamente hacia adelante para descansar los codos sobre las rodillas—, ¿qué te da derecho a preguntarme sobre mi historia y salud mental? Me siento derecha en mi silla, desconcertada por tal pregunta. —El Estado me ha contratado para administrar estos exámenes... —¿Tienes un título? —interrumpe—. ¿Algún tipo de certificado? Esto último lo dice en tono de burla. Lo miro con el ceño fruncido y me inclino para buscar en mi bolso los documentos certificados del Estado que me califican para este puesto. —Si tiene tanta curiosidad, aquí tiene —digo mientras extiendo el brazo por encima de la mesa para entregárselos. Un segundo antes de que me agarre la muñeca, me doy cuenta de mi error. Me agarra de la mano, capturándola completamente en la suya, tirando de mí hacia adelante contra la mesa, con cuidado de no dejar que la plata que ata sus muñecas toque mi piel. No duele del todo, pero, sorprendida, dejo caer el papeleo mientras jadeo mirándolo. Estoy aterrorizada cuando él acerca mi mano a su cara, y luego... Oh, mi diosa... Lentamente, con indulgencia, pasa su nariz por la piel marfil de mi muñeca. —Manzanilla, lavanda —murmuró, cerrando los ojos y absorbiendo mi olor—. Tan fresca y limpia... no contaminada por el olor de otro lobo. —Luego abre los ojos y mira mi rostro desconcertado, queriendo ver mi reacción mientras dice—: Debes ser virgen. Me tiemblan los labios. Sus ojos me devoran, saboreando el estremecimiento de mis labios, mis ojos anchos y aterrorizados. Juro que siento que su lengua se mueve sobre mi pulso, escucho un gemido bajo. —Tan inocente, tan pura... —Su agarre se aprieta, e incluso confinado por la plata que debería evitar, su lobo parpadea en sus ojos—. Dos de las cosas que me encantan destruir. Brooklyn Un guardia entra rápidamente por la puerta. —¡Quita las manos! —grita, pero Aden ya ha soltado mi muñeca, levantando las manos sobre su cabeza, perfectamente tranquilo. —Lo siento —dice, volviendo a sonreír, y con los ojos puestos en mí—. No volverá a suceder. Parpadeo sentada en mi silla. Enderezo mis hombros, incapaz de quitar mis ojos de él. —¿Está bien, señorita? —dice el guardia, inclinándose hacia adelante para mirarme. —Estoy bien. Me froto la muñeca con la otra mano. No estoy herida, solo... ¿sorprendida? ¿Excitada? ¿Confundida? Me aclaro la garganta y miro hacia abajo, hacia mis papeles. —Continuemos… Trabajo para prepararme, decidida a recuperar el control, para terminar esta entrevista. El fracaso no es una opción si quiero graduarme. Le doy a Kenwood una mirada constante, levantando la barbilla. Soy más dura de lo que él cree. Tomo mi bolígrafo de nuevo, estoy agradecida de que mis manos no tiemblen. —Por favor —le digo, centrándome de nuevo en el papel—. ¿Puede contarme sobre el crimen por el que fue encarcelado? Puedo ver que... —Tu faldita —dice, sonriendo como un lobo por el hecho de que me ha irritado tan fácilmente—, también es muy preciosa. Tienes piernas hermosas, y esa falda tiene la longitud perfecta para... —Por favor, Sr. Kenwood —repito, sorprendida de escucharlo gruñir—. Exijo su respeto durante este proceso. Tenga en cuenta que lo que reporte este día afectará al resto de su tiempo en prisión, así como sus posibilidades de ser puesto en libertad anticipadamente. Así que le sugiero que se tome este proceso en serio. La respuesta de Kenwood fue reírse de mí. —Cariño —dice, inclinándose hacia adelante de nuevo—. No podría tomarte en serio aunque lo intentara. Parpadeo aturdida, pero rápidamente se convirtió en rabia. Apreto el puño, los nudillos casi blancos por falta de sangre, e intento mantener el temperamento de Lena a raya dentro de mí. Este es el último lugar donde debería cambiar de forma. Aden me mira el puño y sonríe. —Ahora sí, Doc. Sin burlas, me gusta un poco ruda. —Sr. Kenwood —dije enojada—, si no está interesado en cooperar conmigo, preferiría no perder el tiempo. Solo le haré saber al guardia que está siendo grosero. Me pongo de pie enojada, y levanto la mano, haciéndole una señal al guardia parado justo afuera de la puerta. En un instante, el comportamiento de Aden cambia. Se ha ido el lobo relajado y juguetón que me ha estado molestando. En lugar del travieso brillo en sus ojos al descolocarme, todos sus rasgos rudos y oscuros están de vuelta. No puedo apartar la mirada, abrumada, casi hipnotizada por su mirada. Finalmente, aparto los ojos, mirando hacia el suelo, en cualquier lugar menos a él. —Miraste hacia otro lado primero —Me estudia—. ¿No te enseñaron tus padres, tu Alfa, a no mostrar debilidad?, ¿a no quitar los ojos del enemigo? En el campo de batalla, habrías muerto por mi mano, o por los dientes de mi lobo. Lástima. Enojada, levanto los ojos para mirarlo fijamente, decidida a no apartar la mirada primero. —Bien —se ríe—. Me gustan mis chicas un poco rudas. Mi cara se pone pálida y roja a la vez. Estoy enfurecida, mortificada por haber caído en su truco. ¡Lo sé mejor! Pero también, maldita sea, siento que mis pezones se ponen duros debajo de mi chaqueta. Su mirada de acero se mueve hacia mi pecho, como si lo supiera, el estruendo de un gruñido en su pecho se profundiza. Agarro mi bolígrafo de nuevo, garabateando palabras en el papel lo más rápido que puedo. Constantemente desafiante, despiadadamente sociópata, sin remordimientos: Recomendar prisión continua, sin libertad condicional. —Ya terminamos —Recojo mis papeles lo más rápido que puedo, metiéndolos arrugados en mi bolso. Él se ríe suavemente mientras me apresuro. Respiro, echo los hombros hacia atrás y luego le doy lo que espero que sea una mirada fulminante mientras me dirijo hacia la puerta. Golpeo dos veces el metal y el guardia me deja salir. No vuelvo a mirar a Kenwood mientras salgo. —Oh, Doc... —su voz resuena detrás de mí. Me arden las mejillas y aprieto los dientes mientras me giro para escuchar sus palabras de despedida. —Te veré en el exterior —dice, dándome una sonrisa oscura—. Puedes contar con eso. —No si tengo algo que decir al respecto —susurro, mi voz tiembla mientras salgo corriendo, el guardia cierra la puerta detrás de mí. Mi papeleo recomienda su encarcelamiento eterno. En lo que a mí respecta, nunca lo volveré a ver; ¡Qué alivio! Sin embargo, cuando regreso, abro mi computadora portátil y entro a un motor de búsqueda. Mis mejillas estaban rojas por lo que parecía ser la millonésima vez este día y me encuentro escribiendo "Aden Kenwood" en la barra de búsqueda. Me sorprenden los resultados. El canal de noticias que papá ve todas las noches llama a Aden Kenwood el Rey de la Mafia de los Hombres Lobo, o simplemente "el Rey Lobo" a veces, para atraer a la población humana y a los amantes de las perlas. Siempre están detallando sus actos sucios, pero los sitios que estoy buscando lo muestran parado frente a una empresa de tecnología en Silicon Valley, llamándolo el CEO de esa empresa. Otro sitio enumera las críticas positivas de sus muchos negocios, y los empleados sugieren que es un gran jefe. Otro más... Dios, ¿es ese Brad Pitt al que está estrechando la mano en esa foto? Desplazándose más abajo, hay informes y artículos sobre manadas que quieren formar y convertirlo en su Alfa. Parece que siempre se niega... Recojo mi cabello en mis manos, pasivamente empiezo a trenzarlo mientras miro los resultados, tratando de hacer coincidir lo que estoy viendo aquí con el hombre que conocí en la prisión el otro día. —¿Qué estás mirando? —mi hermana Jolie, se deja caer en el sofá y me quita la computadora portátil de las manos. —¡Oye! —me quejo, arrebatándosela de vuelta—. ¡Jolie, devuélvela! —Oooohhhh —dice, desplazándose por las fotos de Adén—. Ahora bien, este es un chico sexy que podría encender un poco de fuego dentro de mí, seguro que sí. —Ella asiente con aprecio—. ¿Quién es? —Aden Kenwood —digo, abrazando mis rodillas contra mi pecho—. Tuve que entrevistarlo en la prisión el otro día porque el cambiante que generalmente lo hace estaba afuera y yo era su única suplente. Fue... desconcertante. Jolie me mira fijamente, considerando mis palabras. —¿Te asustó? Me encogí de hombros. —Un poco. Ella entrecierra un poco los ojos, cerrando la computadora portátil. —Está bien, eso es todo. Vienes conmigo esta noche, bebé —dice, deslizándose por el sofá para darme un gran abrazo—. Lo has pasado mal con tu novio gay y el aterrador Rey de la Mafia. ¡Tienes que divertirte un poco! Me río, dejando que ella me envuelva. —¡Está bien, está bien! Caramba, iré. Poco sabía cuánto colisionarían estos aspectos separados de mi vida en solo unas pocas horas. *** La música suena en el club y, tengo que admitirlo, realmente estoy empezando a divertirme. Lena incluso se está aflojando un poco, y no está tan nerviosa como lo ha estado en los últimos días. Sin embargo, ella sigue vomitando imágenes de Kenwood en mi mente. Jolie me vistió esta noche, lo que generalmente me incomoda, pero por una vez, la dejé hacerse cargo y decidí salir de mi zona de confort y seguir adelante. Lo que ella llama un "vestido" es más una lámina de tela plateada que cae hacia el frente y luego se envuelve alrededor de mis caderas. El vestido está atado a mis hombros con una tela de araña de cuerdas plateadas. Tengo que renunciar a ese metabolismo de loba cambiante... Estoy mostrando mucha piel, pero sé que me veo bien, pasando el último par de días ahogándome en Ben & Jerry 's. También ricé mi largo cabello rojo en ondas y me sombreé la cara con el maquillaje y mis labios rojos. Mirándome en las paredes de espejo del club, me siento...bueno, me sonroja el admitirlo, pero me siento realmente sexi. Es una sensación extraña. No estaba segura de qué esperar cuando Jolie me trajo a uno de sus clubes, pero este no se parecía en nada a un club de striptease. De hecho, hasta ahora todas las mujeres que bailaban en los escenarios estaban completamente vestidas. Miro a mi alrededor desde mi lugar, en una cabina de esquina redonda, queriendo saber dónde está la acción. Jolie se sienta a mi lado, riendo. Se despide del hombre con el que había estado hablando, luego vuelve su atención hacia mí. Sus ojos están un poco vidriosos. —¿Te estás divirtiendo, bebé? —Me regala una amplia y acogedora sonrisa. No puedo evitar sonreír. —Sí —digo, riendo—. Aunque tengo curiosidad... ¿dónde está... el otro...? Jolie se pone rígida y dejo de hablar. Lena huele el miedo. Sigo la mirada de Jolie. Un hombre está parado en el área VIP, con los brazos cruzados, mirándola fijamente. Cuando miro, comienza a acercarse. Jolie se pone de pie rápidamente, extendiendo sus brazos para envolver a este gran tipo en un abrazo. Hago una pequeña mueca: parece que no se ha duchado en un tiempo. También huele un poco a eso. Es humano, definitivamente. —¡Davis! —dice, y puedo decir que su voz es falsamente alegre—. ¿Cómo estás? —Jolie —le responde, envolviendo sus manos alrededor de la parte superior de sus brazos y alejándola de él—. Tenemos que hablar. —¿Conoces a mi hermanita, Brooklyn? —Ella hace un gesto hacia mí con una gran sonrisa—. Brooklyn, este es Miguel Davis, un viejo amigo. Es el gerente del club. Los ojos de Davis se mueven sobre mí, absorbiendo la generosa porción de mi muslo expuesta por el pequeño vestido que llevo. Antes no me sentía incómoda, pero ahora trato de bajarme el vestido con el puño. Lena gruñe dentro de mí ante ese asqueroso tipo, pero tengo que mantenerla atada. No se nos permite cambiar en absoluto en los establecimientos donde van los humanos. —Mmm, hola —digo, vacilante. Él toma a Jolie por el codo. —Vamos. Vamos a hablar allá atrás. —Está bien —murmura Jolie, de repente seria. Luego se inclinó para susurrarme—. Son solo cosas del trabajo, no te preocupes; además, es lobo contra humano. Yo me encargo. Le doy una pequeña sonrisa y asiento, aunque no estoy segura de lo que su loba puede hacer por ella en este momento. Entre las leyes que tenemos que seguir y lo vidriosos que están sus ojos de... lo que sea que haya tomado... Jolie sigue a Davis hacia atrás. Se van por mucho tiempo. Ansiosamente, paso mi mano por el aro de mi sostén, sintiendo la pequeña navaja escondida allí. La única posesión que mi madre me dejó en su testamento. La metí en mi sostén esta noche, por si acaso. Sin la capacidad de usar mis garras afiladas o mi loba interior, me gusta tener la navaja conmigo. Realmente no sé cómo usarla, pero me calma saber que está ahí. Media hora más y la puerta se abre. Me duele el estómago. Ahí está Davis, pero ¿dónde está mi hermana? Los ojos de Davis se fijan en mí cuando comienza a moverse más lejos en el club. Lo veo pronunciar la palabra "mierda" y luego se acerca a mí. —Eres la hermana de Jolie, ¿verdad? —Sí. ¿Dónde está? —Se siente mal. Solo está vomitando, pero está un poco pálida en este momento —dice, haciendo un gesto hacia su propio cuello. Las alarmas suenan en mi cabeza. Los hombres lobo no se "enferman" así como así. Me paro y me vuelvo hacia la puerta del personal, con la intención de ir a buscar a mi hermana, pero él me detiene. —No, escucha —dice—. No querrá que la veas así. Ven conmigo, te llevaré a un lugar donde puedes esperarla más cómodamente. —Me tira hacia adelante. Lo sigo, confundida y preocupada mientras me arrastra rápidamente a través del club hasta una puerta negra. El interior está apenas iluminado: una habitación oscura con espejos en el techo y pequeños puntos de luz que suben del suelo. Un amplio banco de terciopelo se ubica alrededor de la habitación con pequeñas mesas de cóctel negras alineadas frente a él. Parpadeo, tratando de dejar que mis ojos se adapten, mientras Davis me acomoda en una pequeña mesa junto a la puerta. —Espera aquí un momento —dice Davis, mirando más allá de mí—. Haré que alguien te traiga un trago. Tu hermana estará bien pronto —dice y se aleja. Alguien me trae un trago y yo lo tomo a sorbos. Pero luego me doy cuenta de que está alterado con algo. Mi cabeza comienza a girar y empujo la bebida lejos de mí. A medida que mi mirada se ajusta, miro alrededor de la habitación y me doy cuenta de que no estoy sola ahí. Los cuerpos, en su mayoría en pareja, se retuercen juntos en los asientos de terciopelo negro. Algunos de ellos están bailando, pero otros... Bueno, esa chica está de rodillas. Mis ojos se abren cuando me doy cuenta de lo que está haciendo. Me pongo de pie, me sonrojo y me dirijo a la puerta. Tan pronto como la alcanzo, Davis regresó. —¡Guau, guau! —dice, levantando las manos para detenerme. Me encojo frente a él—. ¿A dónde vas, nena? —Me frota una mano en mi brazo. Instintivamente, alejo mi brazo de él. Davis sigue moviéndose hacia mí, pero cada paso que da, yo doy uno hacia atrás. Pronto, me tropiezo con una mesa detrás de mí. Él se presiona contra mí. No hay otro lugar a donde ir. —Será mejor que seas una buena chica para mí —susurra Davis, con su aliento caliente en mi rostro—. O de lo contrario tu hermana va a pagar las consecuencias. Ella me debe mucho dinero. Esta noche, vas a trabajar un poco para saldar eso. Quiero alejarlo, pero de alguna manera ahora pierdo todas mis fuerzas. Estoy muerta de miedo, un pequeño gemido escapa de mi boca. —¿Te importa? —La voz viene de atrás de Davis—. Esa a la que acosas es mi doctora. Siento que el peso de Davis se levanta de mí cuando se vuelve hacia la voz. Miro detrás de él, sorprendida. Reconozco ese tono profundo y agridulce, que me provoca una ráfaga de calor directamente a mi entrepierna. 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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:53 | active | 1567 | 0 | Read <The Alpha King'sCurse> on the WhosNovel.👉👉👉 | “I’ll get straight to the point. I need you to have my baby.” Jackson King watched the girl’s eyes widen as she looked from him to his Beta, Dylan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. I thought you said you needed me to have your baby,” she chuckled. He could sense her unease the same way he could smell her arousal. She was drenched. Even without a wolf telling her she was his, her body knew it, and he hated that. He hated that he had to fight so hard with his beast to stop it from claiming what was rightfully his. He hated the fact that he had to resort to this. She was half-human! Why would the Moon-Goddess curse him like this on top of everything else? He’d caught her scent even before he had walked into the hotel days before, and now it filled the entire suite, taunting him, reminding him how fucked up everything was. “I did,” he answered. “I need a surrogate, and I will pay you handsomely.” “Um... I’ve just walked into this room to clean. You don’t know me; you don't even know my name,” she said. “Layla Carlisle.” Layla looked down at the name tag on her uniform. She covered it briefly before she probably realised it was useless and lowered her hand. But he didn’t need her name tag to know who she was. “Twenty-one years old. High school dropout. You live in a trailer with your father and sister.” Layla’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he sensed her anger. “Have you been stalking me?” she hissed. Dylan snickered. He gave his Beta a look that shut him up before he returned his attention to the human. “No, I haven’t been stalking you,” he said, but he could tell he had already lost the momentum. Layla's anger had grown at an alarming rate, eclipsing even the sweet scent of her arousal. The human stood and smoothed her uniform before she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eye. His beast unfurled, his excitement rippling through him at the thought of accepting his mate’s challenge. “I don’t know why you two need to ask a stranger to have your baby, but I don’t think I will be right for the job. I wish you all the best, though,” Layla said. It took him a moment to realise what she meant as she walked over to her cleaning cart and started pulling it out of the room. This was the problem with humans. Feeling the pull of their bond wouldn't have been an issue if she’d had a wolf. He would have marked her the moment he had found her, and she would have been carrying his pup already. “Miss Carlisle, can we talk about this? You haven’t even heard what I’m willing to pay.” “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be your surrogate,” she answered firmly. “I’ll return later to clean your suite.” When she closed the door, he heard her mutter, “It’s always the handsome ones.” She thought he was crazy. And she was right—he lost more of his mind the longer he went without a child and the shorter his time on this earth got. “She thinks we’re gay, Jax,” Dylan pointed out as he sat in the spot she had vacated. “I got that,” he growled. “I don’t think she will change her mind,” Dylan said. “I don’t understand why you can’t pick someone from the pack and be done with it.” He would have had many children already if it had been that easy. Goddess knew how much he had tried. But Fate had messed that up for him, too, and made sure only one woman could carry his children. Only one woman could save them all—his mate. “I told you why.” At least as much as he could. Dylan was not only his Beta; he was also his only friend. Keeping the truth from him was essential. Keeping it from everyone was crucial. It was bad enough that they would have to accept his heir from a woman who was as useless as a human, but he could deal with that better than the panic that the truth would cause. He had no time to soothe anyone or deal with the packs that would circle his territory when they realised he was about to die. As the Alpha King, the repercussions would be astronomical. “I doubt any of our pack would assume they are the Queen just because they have your child. They can do a blood oath—” “Dylan, please,” he sighed as he stood and walked towards the drinks cabinet. It was still morning, but fuck it. He needed something to calm and stop himself from going after the human. To prevent himself from pinning her down and marking her while he buried himself deep inside her body. He closed his eyes as he tried not to imagine what that would feel like, but it was all his wolf wanted and all he could see. Every wolf he’d ever come across dreamed of being lucky enough to one day meet their mate, but he couldn’t understand why anyone would think this was a blessing. It was torture! “Okay. Pick another one if that girl doesn’t want to do it.” Cain growled in his head, ready to attack Dylan for even suggesting that, but he shoved his wolf back and focused on his drink. And just like that, his mind returned to a place he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to think of touching Layla or tasting her. He didn’t want to remember the scent of her arousal. Four days since he first caught Layla’s sweet scent, he was already acting like a lunatic. The first day felt like a gift from the Goddess. He was almost out of time, so finding his mate had given him hope. And then he had seen her. A half-blood. Half-human and cleaning up after everyone else. It felt like a punch in the nuts; he’d wanted to kill someone for this cruel joke. She was not worthy to carry his child; she was not worthy to be the one who saved them all. But there they were. There was no other choice. “Jax—” “Get more information on her. She’s human. You’ll find many weaknesses I can use,” he ordered. “She’s the one I’ve picked, so she’s the one I’ll have.” Layla would have his child one way or another, and then he could finally have some peace. Dylan felt the command in his words and stood up to do as he had ordered. When he sensed his Beta was far enough away from their suite, he picked up his glass and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. If he told Dylan the truth, he would tie the girl up and offer her to him on a silver platter. But then his child would be a product of rape; that was the last thing he wanted. The child would be his legacy, the only thing left of him on this earth, and would carry his blood. He couldn’t taint the child before he had even conceived them. He was a bastard, but not that much. His child would be the best part of him. Layla would change her mind. Humans loved money, and this one, in particular, was drowning in debt. Why hadn’t she wanted to know how much he was offering her? He could solve all her problems in a day if she took his offer. That meant Dylan had to find something else he could use. Something she couldn’t refuse. The growl came louder in his head as his beast showed his displeasure. But he was in charge here, not Cain. They would do things his way, and at the end of it all, Layla could go back to her life because there was no future for them, even if she wasn’t a half-blood. ‘Find her. Mark her,’ Cain growled. ‘Be patient! She hasn’t got a wolf; she doesn’t even know we exist,’ he snapped as he picked up an entire bottle of alcohol and walked towards his bedroom. And marking her was out of the question. He didn’t stay at the Royal Hotel often even though he owned it and it was in his territory, but he was sure Layla hadn’t been around the last time he had been there. Her scent was all over the hotel as if she had marked it. Could anyone else smell it? Did they have that sweet, intoxicating scent turning them inside out? Making them drool? Making them think of nothing else except to claim her? One thing was certain now. If—no, when—Layla agreed to this, he would get her pregnant and then stay the hell away from her. He’d been hard for days, and her scent had made Cain unstable. He didn’t need that complication on top of everything else. Not when he had less than a year left to live. chapter 2 Did she have some sign on her head that said she was a pushover or desperate? Layla pushed the cart with more force than necessary until she was far enough away from the penthouse suite and then leaned against the wall. Her knees were still shaking, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of the man’s words or the man himself. It surprised her she hadn’t fallen flat on her face when she’d made her righteous exit. The men were in the most expensive suite in the exclusive hotel; they didn’t need to ask a stranger to help them out. He might have somehow gotten a hold of some of her personal information, but everyone in Wolfdale knew about her. The kid abandoned by her mother. The kid who’d dropped out of school so she could work and take care of her little sister because their father was an alcoholic and a gambling addict. That didn’t mean she had no dignity left. She wouldn’t give up a child! Those men thought they could throw their money around like that, and she would agree just because she wasn’t like them, and that made her blood boil. But in her mind, she still saw the man naked and on top of her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it. It was a shame he was gay because she was positive he would be great in bed. Her body was still on fire, still trying to get over the shock of coming face to face with such a perfect specimen of a man. A god. He looked like one. Handsome didn’t even begin to describe him. Chiselled jawline, a short beard that probably cost more than her wages to maintain and silky, dark hair styled to look like he’d just rolled out of bed and didn’t give a fuck. He’d turned her knees to jelly and melted her panties in seconds without moving from his seat. Without even cracking a smile. She had never reacted so violently to anyone before. Why was it always the handsome ones that were batshit crazy? She pushed aside the disappointment. The cool wall slightly helped control her overheating body, but sweat still dripped down her back and cleavage. They were in the middle of a heatwave so intense even the hotel’s air conditioning system wasn’t helping. She’d been like that for a few days as if she was coming down with something for the first time in her life. But it was the stranger with the cold ice-blue eyes that had worked her up like that. She shouldn’t care about who he shared his bed with, but something inside her wanted to claw the other guy’s eyes out. It was so strong that she had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from returning to the room. Crazy. She was going crazy. “I don’t pay you to have unscheduled breaks, Layla.” Her eyes snapped open to see Andrea looking down her nose at her as usual. And it took a special kind of person to look down their nose at someone who towered over them. Andrea barely reached her chest. “I’m sorry, Miss Roberts,” she said, lowering her head. “I’m almost finished.” Her supervisor insisted on being called Miss Roberts since her promotion, as if that would make her more respectable. Everyone knew how she got that job. “You’re a mess,” Andrea said, wrinkling her nose. “And you smell. Clean yourself up and do something with that hair. We have important guests here today; I don’t have time to deal with you.” She self-consciously wiped the sweat on her forehead and patted her hair down, even though she knew it wouldn’t help. Her red, curly hair was just a giant unruly puff above her head, and her pale blue uniform had sweat stains under her armpits. Whatever sweat that wasn’t being sucked up by her hair was dripping down her face like crazy. Another reason why that stranger had to be out of his mind to make such an offer to her while she looked like that. Andrea turned and carried on down the hallway in her formal suit and high heels. Her manager did indeed look distracted today, so she supposed she had to be grateful for that because usually, she would have shouted at her and threatened to fire her at least a hundred times already. With a sigh, she put Andrea and the handsome stranger out of her mind as she continued cleaning. By the time she finally left the hotel that evening, she looked even worse, but she went out through the staff entrance and straight to her little car without bumping into Andrea again. There was a shower with her name on it at home. It took her almost half an hour to leave the nicer neighbourhoods and cross the tracks to hers. It was so cliched, but the wealthy had separated themselves from the rest of the residents. The difference was stark, but she was used to it. There was nothing shiny on her side, and all the cars were old bangers like hers. Everything needed fixing or was broken beyond repair. But she felt more at home there, even if she itched to leave the dump and discover what was beyond Wolfdale. She parked outside their old trailer home and sighed as she walked in. The TV was blaring, and her father lay on the couch, already passed out. She didn’t have to go near him to know he had been drinking again. The day’s mail was on the counter near the door, placed there where she wouldn’t miss it, and it was unopened even though it had her father’s name on it. Bills. Overdue bills. The stranger's offer popped back into her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn’t need to sell a piece of herself to pay the bills. She sighed again as she picked the mail up and headed for the tiny bedroom she shared with her sister. She carefully opened the creaky door in case Britney was asleep but saw her hunched over her books instead. A small smile formed on her lips. It was worth it. All the shit she had to do to feed her sister was worth it. Brit would forge a better life all by herself, away from this dump. And then she would finally be free, too. Layla felt like she’d hardly closed her eyes when her alarm went off. She always woke up early to make sure Brit didn’t forget to eat her breakfast before school. Her sister always did that, as if by skipping meals, she would lighten the load on her shoulders. There was hardly anything in the fridge, and she probably couldn’t do a proper grocery shop for a while with the bills she had to pay. A second job would have been great, but no one was hiring. Another pitfall of living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. She had to do her best until they could leave for greener pastures. And she couldn’t leave until Brit left for college. With a loud yawn, she took the eggs out and set about making an omelette for Brit with a couple of slices of toast. She’d just poured herself a cup of coffee when she noticed her father through the window. In just his pyjama bottoms, his long, brunette hair was a tangled mess, and his beard was weeks old. Her father didn’t care that the neighbours always saw him like this. He was pacing and seemed to be in a heated argument on the phone. He looked tense and had a scowl as he gestured with his free hand like the person on the other side could see him. What the hell had that man done now? She wouldn’t get involved. Gerald Carlisle hadn’t been a real father to them in a very long time. “Smells good.” She turned from the window to smile at her sister, who’d already dressed for school. Brit was the spitting image of their father with her brunette locks and hazel eyes. She was also the shortest in the family. People never believed they were sisters because she looked like a sasquatch beside Brit. “Aren’t you having any?” Brit asked. “No, I’ll eat at the hotel,” she lied. That was her excuse whenever she didn’t have enough money to feed all of them. Andrea never allowed them to take even a piece of fruit from the kitchen. Their father wrenched the door open and marched in. His large frame took up most of the space in the small kitchen. He didn’t even bother speaking to them as he went straight to the fridge and pulled a beer out. That was the one thing abundant in their house. When he just threw himself onto the one sofa they had in the house and put the TV on, Brit shook her head and stood. “I’m going to school,” she mumbled. Layla looked at the half-eaten omelette on Brit’s plate. “Finish your breakfast,” she said firmly. “I’ve lost my appetite,” Brit said as she walked to their bedroom. Layla couldn’t help glaring at the disgrace of a man who had already become engrossed in his program. Gerald acted like he was the only one in the family her mother had abandoned—he’d wasted eleven years pining over someone who didn’t want any of them. It made her furious, but she didn’t have to put up with him much longer. Brit mumbled a goodbye when she came out of their room with her school bag. “Wait.” She pulled some money out of her pocket and gave a few notes to Brit. It was supposed to have gone in the money jar she kept hidden for emergencies or to top up Brit’s college fund, but keeping her sister healthy was more important. She would find a way to replace it. “Layla_” “Take it. Have something to eat at school,” she insisted. She didn’t miss that Gerald had become very interested in that small exchange and would probably ask her for money, too. She finished Brit’s breakfast without giving him any attention before she went to shower and dress for work. She didn’t bother straightening her hair because it was still early morning, but the heat was already unbearable. At least the hotel washed their uniforms daily, so she didn’t have to worry about the sweat stains. She just tied her hair up into a neater puff and looked at herself in the small, cracked mirror in the corner of their cramped room. The inspection was brief because, unlike Brit, she was the image of her mother. Her green eyes were a shade she’d never seen on anyone else, and it was unnerving. The entire package made her feel like an outsider in her family. She reached for her bag and froze when she heard a crash and loud voices. Her heart hammered loudly, and her hands shook as she inched the door open to stop it from creaking before peeking out. A large man stood over her father, who he had smashed through their wooden coffee table. Gerald tried to get back to his feet, but the man punched him down again. She took a sharp breath when she saw how helpless her father was as he pleaded for mercy. What had he done now? “I already gave you several chances, Gerald,” another man said. He sat in her father’s spot on the chair. She could only see the back of his blond head, but it looked greasy and slicked back. Like a baddie out of a horrible B-grade horror movie. She wanted to slip out through her window and let her father suffer alone, but that stupid thing in her head reminded her he was still family. And this was Brit’s home; she couldn’t allow anything bad to happen here. With a calming breath, she opened the door wider and walked out of the bedroom. “I swear, I only need a little more time,” Gerald said. “I’m good for it this time.” “You said that last time,” the man said. As he stood, he looked back as if he had already known she was standing behind him. He was young, with a scar across his face that gave him a terrifying look. He wore a suit, but he had a gold tooth and chain around his neck like he really copied his sense of style from a terrible movie. She felt a cold shiver down her spine when he pulled his coloured sunglasses off his face, and his grey eyes looked over her body from top to bottom. Her skin crawled at the blatant violation. “Hello, Layla,” the man said. Great. A second stranger knew her name. When she didn’t answer, he laughed and looked back at her father. “You’re lucky this beautiful angel is here,” the man said. “I think you know what you can give me if you can’t pay up. I’ll be in touch.” The man turned back to her with another sinister grin before walking out, and the enormous man standing over her father followed. She waited until she heard their car drive off before she stormed to her father. “How much do you owe?” she hissed. “Not much. Just twenty grand.” Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that figure. Not much? That amount would go a long way in sending Brit off to college. “How?! What did you do with such a large amount of money? You haven’t paid bills here or taken care of us in a long time!” Gerald gingerly sat back in his chair, ignoring the mess the men had made in the living room. “It was supposed to be a sure bet,” Gerald mumbled. “I would have paid off everything and then had enough to fix things.” Her blood went cold. Her father’s gambling had landed them in the trailer park to start with. “You said you would stop. You said you’d never gamble aga—” “Well, I lied,” Gerald snapped. “And I obviously can’t fix this myself, so you’ll have to think of your sister. I’ll give him what he wants and be done with it.” She remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he’d looked at her, and her meagre breakfast almost came back up. “And what’s that, Dad?” she whispered. “You. I’m going to give him you.” chapter 3 “You’re out of your damn mind if you think for one second that I’ll let you pimp me out!” Somewhere between her mother leaving him with two small girls to raise on his own and now, Gerald Carlisle must have lost his damn mind. Completely. “You go with him, or we all die. Simple as that,” her father said. “We don’t have to pay for your mistakes! I’ll take Brit and leave,” she snarled. “Brit is still seventeen, and I’m her father. You can’t take her anywhere,” Gerald said as he stood up again. Her father could be intimidating if he wanted to be. He had never been violent towards them, but she knew it wasn’t because he wasn’t capable of it. She had picked him up from the police station after many bar fights often enough to know the damage he could cause. And she could see the desperation in his hazel eyes as he approached her. “And I don’t see you dragging Brit out of school in her senior year when you want her to graduate,” Gerald continued. “And that’s what I want, too. Britney has a better chance than us to get out of this shit hole. She can make something of herself. But you, Layla... You’re a high school dropout. Scrubbing rich people’s toilets is all you’ll ever be good at. You might as well do this for your sister.” She sucked in her breath. His words cut her deep. Gerald had sliced her open and poured salt all over her wounds. “And whose fault is that?” she whispered. “Stop blaming me. You’re resourceful. If you’d wanted to stay in school, you would have found a way,” Gerald snarled. “Besides, you look just like your mother. I’m sure you’ll make more money on your back than at that hotel.” She gasped. Anger mixed with her pain as she turned away from her father and walked back to her bedroom. Tears fell to her cheeks, but she angrily wiped them away. She wouldn’t let her father ruin their plans. Her sister was the only good thing in her life—she would not let Gerald break her, too. She would pay the debt off herself if she had to. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d cleaned up Gerald’s messes. It would set them back, but at least Brit could still leave when she graduated. Layla stood and locked her door before easing her bed away from the wall. She pushed one of the square panels on the wall until it shifted enough for her to squeeze her fingers through and pull it open. And then nothing. There was nothing in the hole. Her jar... Her emergency fund was gone. Her anger overtook her pain as she stood and unlocked the door. She wrenched the door open with force and marched to the living room to stand in front of her father. “Where is it?” she growled. “You’re blocking the TV, Layla,” her father said with disinterest as he sipped a fresh beer. As if they hadn’t just had some wannabe gangsters threaten their lives. “Where is my money?” she asked, her voice shaky. Her chest was tight, and her breathing harsh. Her body trembled as fury mixed with despair. That jar was everything. All their hopes and dreams for the future. All their problems solved. And it was just gone. How could Gerald sink so low? How could a father... Gerald stopped mid-sip to look at her and then glanced away again. But the guilt was so apparent on his face. “I had to pay him something the first time he came,” he mumbled. All her strength sapped from her body, and her legs became too weak to hold her. She sank to the floor among the debris from the broken table, tears filling her eyes again as she looked at the man who could so casually throw such a bombshell on her. How could he rip their lives apart like this? Did they really not mean anything to him? No, they didn’t. They hadn’t meant anything to Gerald since their mother had left him. “I will not be a part of your mess,” she hissed as she stood up. “I will help you pay him back with money, not my body, only because I won’t let you taint Britney.” “And how will you help me? You earn peanuts,” Gerald sneered. “I earn something, which is more than I can say for you. Get a job and learn some principles. It’s not okay to sell your children!” She marched back to the bedroom to put everything back in place and pushed her pain to the back of her mind. It was a skill she had learned too early in her life so she could function. Her father would always be a disappointment. The best she could do was try to get Brit away from him, even if it meant leaving before she graduated. The stranger’s offer popped back into her mind. Shame filled her when she considered it a little longer than she should have. But she could do this without his help. She would have to ask for more hours at work— Work! Shit! She grabbed her bag and car keys and rushed out of the house without another word to her father. Being late would mean a warning, and she couldn’t risk this job, not now. Half an hour later, she snuck in through the staff entrance and thankfully found the staff room empty. By the time she’d changed into her uniform and work shoes, she was confident she could get away with this if no one saw her. But as she pushed her cart out of the cleaning closet, she found Andrea waiting outside, arms crossed and tapping her foot. “This is the second time this month, Layla.” Right. The first time her junk of a car had given up on her and she’d had to take a bus. She’d forgotten about that. This would be her second strike. One more, and she was out. “I’m so sorry, Miss Roberts. I had a family emergency.” “I don’t believe you. You could have called. You think you can waltz around the place and do whatever you want, but the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Andrea said as she pulled a notepad from her pocket. “The rest of us understand we have responsibilities here. This will be your last warning.” “Andrea_” “Miss Roberts,” Andrea hissed. “I understand you’re only twenty-one, Layla, but you must learn to be more responsible. Get to work.” She sighed. How could she ask for more hours if Andrea was on the warpath? Maybe she could pull it off if she gave her some time to cool off and tried at the end of the day. If that didn’t work, going over Andrea’s head to ask the manager directly would be her last option. Or she could walk around town after work to beg someone else to hire her part-time. She started working on autopilot, scrubbing a million toilets and cleaning up after the entitled guests of the exclusive hotel while her mind was lost in trying to find a solution. What kind of man would think selling their child was the best way out of their problems? What kind of man would demand that of somebody else? She didn’t know who this man who’d invaded their home was, but she knew she would never give herself to him. Just the thought of it was making her nauseous. A few hours later, she came up to the penthouse suite—the room where that handsome stranger had made the ridiculous request. There was too much to worry about that she hadn’t thought of him all day, but he filled her head completely the second she knocked on his door. And once again, her body started to react and overheat. There was no answer, thankfully. She didn’t know what to do if he made the same offer again. She unlocked the door, pushed her cart in, and had to stop and squeeze her thighs together when she caught a pleasant scent. It had to be his cologne. Spicy and masculine, just like he was. Her toes curled again, just remembering what he looked like. She’d only seen him for minutes, but his image seemed to have burnt into her head. But she had to get over it. He was gay. “Housekeeping,” she called out in case the two men hadn’t heard her. Maybe they were still in bed or in the shower. Again, the urge to claw the other man’s eyes out took her over. What the hell was wrong with her? She left the cart in the living area and entered the guest bathroom. The heat was worse than the day before, but it hadn’t bothered her much until she walked into the penthouse suite. One look in the mirror told her she would have to tidy herself up before she saw Andrea again. Strands of her hair had fallen out of her puff, and rivers of sweat were pouring down her face. Her uniform was beyond saving. It was a good thing the stranger wasn’t there to see all that mess. She splashed cold water on her face, but that didn’t even begin to cool her down. She looked longingly at the shower behind her and then the sunken tub. What she wouldn’t give to soak in a cool bath or stand under a cool spray. But she still had a million more rooms to clean, and showering in the guest rooms would be an automatic dismissal. She splashed more water on her face and then wet one of the clean face towels to cool her heated neck. That didn’t help much, either. She was on fire, and nothing would put the flames out. She wet the towel again as she undid all the buttons of her shirt and untucked it from her skirt. Then she placed the cool cloth on her chest. That was better. She sighed in relief when her body started to behave. If the heatwave didn’t break soon, she’d be a puddle on the floor. Half an hour later, she was considerably cooler and late to start the cleaning. There was nothing she could do about her sweaty uniform. At least she was invisible to the guests. All the clientele had money coming out of their eyeballs; the help was always invisible to people like that. She picked up the towels she’d used and walked out of the bathroom to her cleaning cart. And in walked the biggest man she had ever seen. He had been sitting when she’d first seen him, so she hadn’t realised how tall he was. She didn’t often meet people that much taller than her. Her body heated again as if she hadn’t just spent all her allocated time cooling herself down. She met that ice-blue gaze again, and her insides melted. He still looked as angry as he had when they had met—maybe that was his default expression. Maybe rich people looked at others like that because they assumed someone would ask them for money. But a shiver went down her spine at just how cold he was. Still, she didn’t look away. There was just something about him... Her heart drummed so loudly she could hear it. Something washed over her whole body that felt gentle and overwhelming at the same time. Her body hummed with a need that shocked her with its intensity. She’d been hot before, but now she was burning up, and that fire shot straight down to her core. “Why are you just standing there? Move out of the way.” Someone’s voice drifted into her ears. It took her a moment to realise that Mr. Sex-On-Legs’ boyfriend was standing next to him, and he looked at her just as coldly. What was with these people? Did they behave like assholes everywhere they went? The urge to attack him returned, but she knew the consequences would be even more significant than losing her job if she gave in. “Are you sure you want her?” the man continued, looking at her from top to bottom. “She can’t even follow simple instructions.” Her gaze returned to the ice-blue ones. The anger in them almost knocked her back. Was he upset that she had denied his illogical request? “Cover yourself up,” the sexy man growled. That voice again. She bit her lip to stop herself from saying something that would get her fired or arrested and squeezed her thighs together again. She couldn’t help herself. His full lips parted slightly as if he was breathing through his mouth, and his chest rose and fell as if he’d been running. He looked like he was close to ripping her head off. “Cover yourself up.” His words penetrated her lust-addled brain like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown on her. She looked down at her chest, remembering she had unbuttoned it to cool down. Everything was on display! She was bursting out of her old, lacy bra in front of strangers! Gasping, she clutched the shirt together and turned around. Her face heated, and she knew the colour would match her hair. “I was looking for you, Layla. 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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:53 | active | 1567 | 0 | Read <The Alpha King'sCurse> on the WhosNovel.👉👉👉 | “I’ll get straight to the point. I need you to have my baby.” Jackson King watched the girl’s eyes widen as she looked from him to his Beta, Dylan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. I thought you said you needed me to have your baby,” she chuckled. He could sense her unease the same way he could smell her arousal. She was drenched. Even without a wolf telling her she was his, her body knew it, and he hated that. He hated that he had to fight so hard with his beast to stop it from claiming what was rightfully his. He hated the fact that he had to resort to this. She was half-human! Why would the Moon-Goddess curse him like this on top of everything else? He’d caught her scent even before he had walked into the hotel days before, and now it filled the entire suite, taunting him, reminding him how fucked up everything was. “I did,” he answered. “I need a surrogate, and I will pay you handsomely.” “Um... I’ve just walked into this room to clean. You don’t know me; you don't even know my name,” she said. “Layla Carlisle.” Layla looked down at the name tag on her uniform. She covered it briefly before she probably realised it was useless and lowered her hand. But he didn’t need her name tag to know who she was. “Twenty-one years old. High school dropout. You live in a trailer with your father and sister.” Layla’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he sensed her anger. “Have you been stalking me?” she hissed. Dylan snickered. He gave his Beta a look that shut him up before he returned his attention to the human. “No, I haven’t been stalking you,” he said, but he could tell he had already lost the momentum. Layla's anger had grown at an alarming rate, eclipsing even the sweet scent of her arousal. The human stood and smoothed her uniform before she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eye. His beast unfurled, his excitement rippling through him at the thought of accepting his mate’s challenge. “I don’t know why you two need to ask a stranger to have your baby, but I don’t think I will be right for the job. I wish you all the best, though,” Layla said. It took him a moment to realise what she meant as she walked over to her cleaning cart and started pulling it out of the room. This was the problem with humans. Feeling the pull of their bond wouldn't have been an issue if she’d had a wolf. He would have marked her the moment he had found her, and she would have been carrying his pup already. “Miss Carlisle, can we talk about this? You haven’t even heard what I’m willing to pay.” “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be your surrogate,” she answered firmly. “I’ll return later to clean your suite.” When she closed the door, he heard her mutter, “It’s always the handsome ones.” She thought he was crazy. And she was right—he lost more of his mind the longer he went without a child and the shorter his time on this earth got. “She thinks we’re gay, Jax,” Dylan pointed out as he sat in the spot she had vacated. “I got that,” he growled. “I don’t think she will change her mind,” Dylan said. “I don’t understand why you can’t pick someone from the pack and be done with it.” He would have had many children already if it had been that easy. Goddess knew how much he had tried. But Fate had messed that up for him, too, and made sure only one woman could carry his children. Only one woman could save them all—his mate. “I told you why.” At least as much as he could. Dylan was not only his Beta; he was also his only friend. Keeping the truth from him was essential. Keeping it from everyone was crucial. It was bad enough that they would have to accept his heir from a woman who was as useless as a human, but he could deal with that better than the panic that the truth would cause. He had no time to soothe anyone or deal with the packs that would circle his territory when they realised he was about to die. As the Alpha King, the repercussions would be astronomical. “I doubt any of our pack would assume they are the Queen just because they have your child. They can do a blood oath—” “Dylan, please,” he sighed as he stood and walked towards the drinks cabinet. It was still morning, but fuck it. He needed something to calm and stop himself from going after the human. To prevent himself from pinning her down and marking her while he buried himself deep inside her body. He closed his eyes as he tried not to imagine what that would feel like, but it was all his wolf wanted and all he could see. Every wolf he’d ever come across dreamed of being lucky enough to one day meet their mate, but he couldn’t understand why anyone would think this was a blessing. It was torture! “Okay. Pick another one if that girl doesn’t want to do it.” Cain growled in his head, ready to attack Dylan for even suggesting that, but he shoved his wolf back and focused on his drink. And just like that, his mind returned to a place he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to think of touching Layla or tasting her. He didn’t want to remember the scent of her arousal. Four days since he first caught Layla’s sweet scent, he was already acting like a lunatic. The first day felt like a gift from the Goddess. He was almost out of time, so finding his mate had given him hope. And then he had seen her. A half-blood. Half-human and cleaning up after everyone else. It felt like a punch in the nuts; he’d wanted to kill someone for this cruel joke. She was not worthy to carry his child; she was not worthy to be the one who saved them all. But there they were. There was no other choice. “Jax—” “Get more information on her. She’s human. You’ll find many weaknesses I can use,” he ordered. “She’s the one I’ve picked, so she’s the one I’ll have.” Layla would have his child one way or another, and then he could finally have some peace. Dylan felt the command in his words and stood up to do as he had ordered. When he sensed his Beta was far enough away from their suite, he picked up his glass and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. If he told Dylan the truth, he would tie the girl up and offer her to him on a silver platter. But then his child would be a product of rape; that was the last thing he wanted. The child would be his legacy, the only thing left of him on this earth, and would carry his blood. He couldn’t taint the child before he had even conceived them. He was a bastard, but not that much. His child would be the best part of him. Layla would change her mind. Humans loved money, and this one, in particular, was drowning in debt. Why hadn’t she wanted to know how much he was offering her? He could solve all her problems in a day if she took his offer. That meant Dylan had to find something else he could use. Something she couldn’t refuse. The growl came louder in his head as his beast showed his displeasure. But he was in charge here, not Cain. They would do things his way, and at the end of it all, Layla could go back to her life because there was no future for them, even if she wasn’t a half-blood. ‘Find her. Mark her,’ Cain growled. ‘Be patient! She hasn’t got a wolf; she doesn’t even know we exist,’ he snapped as he picked up an entire bottle of alcohol and walked towards his bedroom. And marking her was out of the question. He didn’t stay at the Royal Hotel often even though he owned it and it was in his territory, but he was sure Layla hadn’t been around the last time he had been there. Her scent was all over the hotel as if she had marked it. Could anyone else smell it? Did they have that sweet, intoxicating scent turning them inside out? Making them drool? Making them think of nothing else except to claim her? One thing was certain now. If—no, when—Layla agreed to this, he would get her pregnant and then stay the hell away from her. He’d been hard for days, and her scent had made Cain unstable. He didn’t need that complication on top of everything else. Not when he had less than a year left to live. chapter 2 Did she have some sign on her head that said she was a pushover or desperate? Layla pushed the cart with more force than necessary until she was far enough away from the penthouse suite and then leaned against the wall. Her knees were still shaking, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of the man’s words or the man himself. It surprised her she hadn’t fallen flat on her face when she’d made her righteous exit. The men were in the most expensive suite in the exclusive hotel; they didn’t need to ask a stranger to help them out. He might have somehow gotten a hold of some of her personal information, but everyone in Wolfdale knew about her. The kid abandoned by her mother. The kid who’d dropped out of school so she could work and take care of her little sister because their father was an alcoholic and a gambling addict. That didn’t mean she had no dignity left. She wouldn’t give up a child! Those men thought they could throw their money around like that, and she would agree just because she wasn’t like them, and that made her blood boil. But in her mind, she still saw the man naked and on top of her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it. It was a shame he was gay because she was positive he would be great in bed. Her body was still on fire, still trying to get over the shock of coming face to face with such a perfect specimen of a man. A god. He looked like one. Handsome didn’t even begin to describe him. Chiselled jawline, a short beard that probably cost more than her wages to maintain and silky, dark hair styled to look like he’d just rolled out of bed and didn’t give a fuck. He’d turned her knees to jelly and melted her panties in seconds without moving from his seat. Without even cracking a smile. She had never reacted so violently to anyone before. Why was it always the handsome ones that were batshit crazy? She pushed aside the disappointment. The cool wall slightly helped control her overheating body, but sweat still dripped down her back and cleavage. They were in the middle of a heatwave so intense even the hotel’s air conditioning system wasn’t helping. She’d been like that for a few days as if she was coming down with something for the first time in her life. But it was the stranger with the cold ice-blue eyes that had worked her up like that. She shouldn’t care about who he shared his bed with, but something inside her wanted to claw the other guy’s eyes out. It was so strong that she had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from returning to the room. Crazy. She was going crazy. “I don’t pay you to have unscheduled breaks, Layla.” Her eyes snapped open to see Andrea looking down her nose at her as usual. And it took a special kind of person to look down their nose at someone who towered over them. Andrea barely reached her chest. “I’m sorry, Miss Roberts,” she said, lowering her head. “I’m almost finished.” Her supervisor insisted on being called Miss Roberts since her promotion, as if that would make her more respectable. Everyone knew how she got that job. “You’re a mess,” Andrea said, wrinkling her nose. “And you smell. Clean yourself up and do something with that hair. We have important guests here today; I don’t have time to deal with you.” She self-consciously wiped the sweat on her forehead and patted her hair down, even though she knew it wouldn’t help. Her red, curly hair was just a giant unruly puff above her head, and her pale blue uniform had sweat stains under her armpits. Whatever sweat that wasn’t being sucked up by her hair was dripping down her face like crazy. Another reason why that stranger had to be out of his mind to make such an offer to her while she looked like that. Andrea turned and carried on down the hallway in her formal suit and high heels. Her manager did indeed look distracted today, so she supposed she had to be grateful for that because usually, she would have shouted at her and threatened to fire her at least a hundred times already. With a sigh, she put Andrea and the handsome stranger out of her mind as she continued cleaning. By the time she finally left the hotel that evening, she looked even worse, but she went out through the staff entrance and straight to her little car without bumping into Andrea again. There was a shower with her name on it at home. It took her almost half an hour to leave the nicer neighbourhoods and cross the tracks to hers. It was so cliched, but the wealthy had separated themselves from the rest of the residents. The difference was stark, but she was used to it. There was nothing shiny on her side, and all the cars were old bangers like hers. Everything needed fixing or was broken beyond repair. But she felt more at home there, even if she itched to leave the dump and discover what was beyond Wolfdale. She parked outside their old trailer home and sighed as she walked in. The TV was blaring, and her father lay on the couch, already passed out. She didn’t have to go near him to know he had been drinking again. The day’s mail was on the counter near the door, placed there where she wouldn’t miss it, and it was unopened even though it had her father’s name on it. Bills. Overdue bills. The stranger's offer popped back into her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn’t need to sell a piece of herself to pay the bills. She sighed again as she picked the mail up and headed for the tiny bedroom she shared with her sister. She carefully opened the creaky door in case Britney was asleep but saw her hunched over her books instead. A small smile formed on her lips. It was worth it. All the shit she had to do to feed her sister was worth it. Brit would forge a better life all by herself, away from this dump. And then she would finally be free, too. Layla felt like she’d hardly closed her eyes when her alarm went off. She always woke up early to make sure Brit didn’t forget to eat her breakfast before school. Her sister always did that, as if by skipping meals, she would lighten the load on her shoulders. There was hardly anything in the fridge, and she probably couldn’t do a proper grocery shop for a while with the bills she had to pay. A second job would have been great, but no one was hiring. Another pitfall of living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. She had to do her best until they could leave for greener pastures. And she couldn’t leave until Brit left for college. With a loud yawn, she took the eggs out and set about making an omelette for Brit with a couple of slices of toast. She’d just poured herself a cup of coffee when she noticed her father through the window. In just his pyjama bottoms, his long, brunette hair was a tangled mess, and his beard was weeks old. Her father didn’t care that the neighbours always saw him like this. He was pacing and seemed to be in a heated argument on the phone. He looked tense and had a scowl as he gestured with his free hand like the person on the other side could see him. What the hell had that man done now? She wouldn’t get involved. Gerald Carlisle hadn’t been a real father to them in a very long time. “Smells good.” She turned from the window to smile at her sister, who’d already dressed for school. Brit was the spitting image of their father with her brunette locks and hazel eyes. She was also the shortest in the family. People never believed they were sisters because she looked like a sasquatch beside Brit. “Aren’t you having any?” Brit asked. “No, I’ll eat at the hotel,” she lied. That was her excuse whenever she didn’t have enough money to feed all of them. Andrea never allowed them to take even a piece of fruit from the kitchen. Their father wrenched the door open and marched in. His large frame took up most of the space in the small kitchen. He didn’t even bother speaking to them as he went straight to the fridge and pulled a beer out. That was the one thing abundant in their house. When he just threw himself onto the one sofa they had in the house and put the TV on, Brit shook her head and stood. “I’m going to school,” she mumbled. Layla looked at the half-eaten omelette on Brit’s plate. “Finish your breakfast,” she said firmly. “I’ve lost my appetite,” Brit said as she walked to their bedroom. Layla couldn’t help glaring at the disgrace of a man who had already become engrossed in his program. Gerald acted like he was the only one in the family her mother had abandoned—he’d wasted eleven years pining over someone who didn’t want any of them. It made her furious, but she didn’t have to put up with him much longer. Brit mumbled a goodbye when she came out of their room with her school bag. “Wait.” She pulled some money out of her pocket and gave a few notes to Brit. It was supposed to have gone in the money jar she kept hidden for emergencies or to top up Brit’s college fund, but keeping her sister healthy was more important. She would find a way to replace it. “Layla_” “Take it. Have something to eat at school,” she insisted. She didn’t miss that Gerald had become very interested in that small exchange and would probably ask her for money, too. She finished Brit’s breakfast without giving him any attention before she went to shower and dress for work. She didn’t bother straightening her hair because it was still early morning, but the heat was already unbearable. At least the hotel washed their uniforms daily, so she didn’t have to worry about the sweat stains. She just tied her hair up into a neater puff and looked at herself in the small, cracked mirror in the corner of their cramped room. The inspection was brief because, unlike Brit, she was the image of her mother. Her green eyes were a shade she’d never seen on anyone else, and it was unnerving. The entire package made her feel like an outsider in her family. She reached for her bag and froze when she heard a crash and loud voices. Her heart hammered loudly, and her hands shook as she inched the door open to stop it from creaking before peeking out. A large man stood over her father, who he had smashed through their wooden coffee table. Gerald tried to get back to his feet, but the man punched him down again. She took a sharp breath when she saw how helpless her father was as he pleaded for mercy. What had he done now? “I already gave you several chances, Gerald,” another man said. He sat in her father’s spot on the chair. She could only see the back of his blond head, but it looked greasy and slicked back. Like a baddie out of a horrible B-grade horror movie. She wanted to slip out through her window and let her father suffer alone, but that stupid thing in her head reminded her he was still family. And this was Brit’s home; she couldn’t allow anything bad to happen here. With a calming breath, she opened the door wider and walked out of the bedroom. “I swear, I only need a little more time,” Gerald said. “I’m good for it this time.” “You said that last time,” the man said. As he stood, he looked back as if he had already known she was standing behind him. He was young, with a scar across his face that gave him a terrifying look. He wore a suit, but he had a gold tooth and chain around his neck like he really copied his sense of style from a terrible movie. She felt a cold shiver down her spine when he pulled his coloured sunglasses off his face, and his grey eyes looked over her body from top to bottom. Her skin crawled at the blatant violation. “Hello, Layla,” the man said. Great. A second stranger knew her name. When she didn’t answer, he laughed and looked back at her father. “You’re lucky this beautiful angel is here,” the man said. “I think you know what you can give me if you can’t pay up. I’ll be in touch.” The man turned back to her with another sinister grin before walking out, and the enormous man standing over her father followed. She waited until she heard their car drive off before she stormed to her father. “How much do you owe?” she hissed. “Not much. Just twenty grand.” Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that figure. Not much? That amount would go a long way in sending Brit off to college. “How?! What did you do with such a large amount of money? You haven’t paid bills here or taken care of us in a long time!” Gerald gingerly sat back in his chair, ignoring the mess the men had made in the living room. “It was supposed to be a sure bet,” Gerald mumbled. “I would have paid off everything and then had enough to fix things.” Her blood went cold. Her father’s gambling had landed them in the trailer park to start with. “You said you would stop. You said you’d never gamble aga—” “Well, I lied,” Gerald snapped. “And I obviously can’t fix this myself, so you’ll have to think of your sister. I’ll give him what he wants and be done with it.” She remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he’d looked at her, and her meagre breakfast almost came back up. “And what’s that, Dad?” she whispered. “You. I’m going to give him you.” chapter 3 “You’re out of your damn mind if you think for one second that I’ll let you pimp me out!” Somewhere between her mother leaving him with two small girls to raise on his own and now, Gerald Carlisle must have lost his damn mind. Completely. “You go with him, or we all die. Simple as that,” her father said. “We don’t have to pay for your mistakes! I’ll take Brit and leave,” she snarled. “Brit is still seventeen, and I’m her father. You can’t take her anywhere,” Gerald said as he stood up again. Her father could be intimidating if he wanted to be. He had never been violent towards them, but she knew it wasn’t because he wasn’t capable of it. She had picked him up from the police station after many bar fights often enough to know the damage he could cause. And she could see the desperation in his hazel eyes as he approached her. “And I don’t see you dragging Brit out of school in her senior year when you want her to graduate,” Gerald continued. “And that’s what I want, too. Britney has a better chance than us to get out of this shit hole. She can make something of herself. But you, Layla... You’re a high school dropout. Scrubbing rich people’s toilets is all you’ll ever be good at. You might as well do this for your sister.” She sucked in her breath. His words cut her deep. Gerald had sliced her open and poured salt all over her wounds. “And whose fault is that?” she whispered. “Stop blaming me. You’re resourceful. If you’d wanted to stay in school, you would have found a way,” Gerald snarled. “Besides, you look just like your mother. I’m sure you’ll make more money on your back than at that hotel.” She gasped. Anger mixed with her pain as she turned away from her father and walked back to her bedroom. Tears fell to her cheeks, but she angrily wiped them away. She wouldn’t let her father ruin their plans. Her sister was the only good thing in her life—she would not let Gerald break her, too. She would pay the debt off herself if she had to. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d cleaned up Gerald’s messes. It would set them back, but at least Brit could still leave when she graduated. Layla stood and locked her door before easing her bed away from the wall. She pushed one of the square panels on the wall until it shifted enough for her to squeeze her fingers through and pull it open. And then nothing. There was nothing in the hole. Her jar... Her emergency fund was gone. Her anger overtook her pain as she stood and unlocked the door. She wrenched the door open with force and marched to the living room to stand in front of her father. “Where is it?” she growled. “You’re blocking the TV, Layla,” her father said with disinterest as he sipped a fresh beer. As if they hadn’t just had some wannabe gangsters threaten their lives. “Where is my money?” she asked, her voice shaky. Her chest was tight, and her breathing harsh. Her body trembled as fury mixed with despair. That jar was everything. All their hopes and dreams for the future. All their problems solved. And it was just gone. How could Gerald sink so low? How could a father... Gerald stopped mid-sip to look at her and then glanced away again. But the guilt was so apparent on his face. “I had to pay him something the first time he came,” he mumbled. All her strength sapped from her body, and her legs became too weak to hold her. She sank to the floor among the debris from the broken table, tears filling her eyes again as she looked at the man who could so casually throw such a bombshell on her. How could he rip their lives apart like this? Did they really not mean anything to him? No, they didn’t. They hadn’t meant anything to Gerald since their mother had left him. “I will not be a part of your mess,” she hissed as she stood up. “I will help you pay him back with money, not my body, only because I won’t let you taint Britney.” “And how will you help me? You earn peanuts,” Gerald sneered. “I earn something, which is more than I can say for you. Get a job and learn some principles. It’s not okay to sell your children!” She marched back to the bedroom to put everything back in place and pushed her pain to the back of her mind. It was a skill she had learned too early in her life so she could function. Her father would always be a disappointment. The best she could do was try to get Brit away from him, even if it meant leaving before she graduated. The stranger’s offer popped back into her mind. Shame filled her when she considered it a little longer than she should have. But she could do this without his help. She would have to ask for more hours at work— Work! Shit! She grabbed her bag and car keys and rushed out of the house without another word to her father. Being late would mean a warning, and she couldn’t risk this job, not now. Half an hour later, she snuck in through the staff entrance and thankfully found the staff room empty. By the time she’d changed into her uniform and work shoes, she was confident she could get away with this if no one saw her. But as she pushed her cart out of the cleaning closet, she found Andrea waiting outside, arms crossed and tapping her foot. “This is the second time this month, Layla.” Right. The first time her junk of a car had given up on her and she’d had to take a bus. She’d forgotten about that. This would be her second strike. One more, and she was out. “I’m so sorry, Miss Roberts. I had a family emergency.” “I don’t believe you. You could have called. You think you can waltz around the place and do whatever you want, but the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Andrea said as she pulled a notepad from her pocket. “The rest of us understand we have responsibilities here. This will be your last warning.” “Andrea_” “Miss Roberts,” Andrea hissed. “I understand you’re only twenty-one, Layla, but you must learn to be more responsible. Get to work.” She sighed. How could she ask for more hours if Andrea was on the warpath? Maybe she could pull it off if she gave her some time to cool off and tried at the end of the day. If that didn’t work, going over Andrea’s head to ask the manager directly would be her last option. Or she could walk around town after work to beg someone else to hire her part-time. She started working on autopilot, scrubbing a million toilets and cleaning up after the entitled guests of the exclusive hotel while her mind was lost in trying to find a solution. What kind of man would think selling their child was the best way out of their problems? What kind of man would demand that of somebody else? She didn’t know who this man who’d invaded their home was, but she knew she would never give herself to him. Just the thought of it was making her nauseous. A few hours later, she came up to the penthouse suite—the room where that handsome stranger had made the ridiculous request. There was too much to worry about that she hadn’t thought of him all day, but he filled her head completely the second she knocked on his door. And once again, her body started to react and overheat. There was no answer, thankfully. She didn’t know what to do if he made the same offer again. She unlocked the door, pushed her cart in, and had to stop and squeeze her thighs together when she caught a pleasant scent. It had to be his cologne. Spicy and masculine, just like he was. Her toes curled again, just remembering what he looked like. She’d only seen him for minutes, but his image seemed to have burnt into her head. But she had to get over it. He was gay. “Housekeeping,” she called out in case the two men hadn’t heard her. Maybe they were still in bed or in the shower. Again, the urge to claw the other man’s eyes out took her over. What the hell was wrong with her? She left the cart in the living area and entered the guest bathroom. The heat was worse than the day before, but it hadn’t bothered her much until she walked into the penthouse suite. One look in the mirror told her she would have to tidy herself up before she saw Andrea again. Strands of her hair had fallen out of her puff, and rivers of sweat were pouring down her face. Her uniform was beyond saving. It was a good thing the stranger wasn’t there to see all that mess. She splashed cold water on her face, but that didn’t even begin to cool her down. She looked longingly at the shower behind her and then the sunken tub. What she wouldn’t give to soak in a cool bath or stand under a cool spray. But she still had a million more rooms to clean, and showering in the guest rooms would be an automatic dismissal. She splashed more water on her face and then wet one of the clean face towels to cool her heated neck. That didn’t help much, either. She was on fire, and nothing would put the flames out. She wet the towel again as she undid all the buttons of her shirt and untucked it from her skirt. Then she placed the cool cloth on her chest. That was better. She sighed in relief when her body started to behave. If the heatwave didn’t break soon, she’d be a puddle on the floor. Half an hour later, she was considerably cooler and late to start the cleaning. There was nothing she could do about her sweaty uniform. At least she was invisible to the guests. All the clientele had money coming out of their eyeballs; the help was always invisible to people like that. She picked up the towels she’d used and walked out of the bathroom to her cleaning cart. And in walked the biggest man she had ever seen. He had been sitting when she’d first seen him, so she hadn’t realised how tall he was. She didn’t often meet people that much taller than her. Her body heated again as if she hadn’t just spent all her allocated time cooling herself down. She met that ice-blue gaze again, and her insides melted. He still looked as angry as he had when they had met—maybe that was his default expression. Maybe rich people looked at others like that because they assumed someone would ask them for money. But a shiver went down her spine at just how cold he was. Still, she didn’t look away. There was just something about him... Her heart drummed so loudly she could hear it. Something washed over her whole body that felt gentle and overwhelming at the same time. Her body hummed with a need that shocked her with its intensity. She’d been hot before, but now she was burning up, and that fire shot straight down to her core. “Why are you just standing there? Move out of the way.” Someone’s voice drifted into her ears. It took her a moment to realise that Mr. Sex-On-Legs’ boyfriend was standing next to him, and he looked at her just as coldly. What was with these people? Did they behave like assholes everywhere they went? The urge to attack him returned, but she knew the consequences would be even more significant than losing her job if she gave in. “Are you sure you want her?” the man continued, looking at her from top to bottom. “She can’t even follow simple instructions.” Her gaze returned to the ice-blue ones. The anger in them almost knocked her back. Was he upset that she had denied his illogical request? “Cover yourself up,” the sexy man growled. That voice again. She bit her lip to stop herself from saying something that would get her fired or arrested and squeezed her thighs together again. She couldn’t help herself. His full lips parted slightly as if he was breathing through his mouth, and his chest rose and fell as if he’d been running. He looked like he was close to ripping her head off. “Cover yourself up.” His words penetrated her lust-addled brain like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown on her. She looked down at her chest, remembering she had unbuttoned it to cool down. Everything was on display! She was bursting out of her old, lacy bra in front of strangers! Gasping, she clutched the shirt together and turned around. Her face heated, and she knew the colour would match her hair. “I was looking for you, Layla. 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