Sterl

hest, making it hard to draw a full breath. I slowly opened my eyes, my vision blurring for a second before coming into focu

aotic mess of shattered glass,

ith Rick Tucker, the VP from Apex Industries. Then, an unnatural, scorching h

s dr

ack and forth, completely enraged at the humiliation of being fooled by a cheap chemical aphrodisiac

ne else had been here. It was a vague, calming scent I couldn't quite place, something fresh, yet drowned out by the sterile smell of the hotel and the lingeri

be, tying it loosely around my waist, and stalked over, opening the door ju

rrently investigating the security footage to find out who dared to drug you. Also... Tucker Hicks is waiting in

"That bloodsucking parasite. He used a life-saving favor to sell his daughter to me three years ago, and now he wants to sell her again to fix his current financial mess?

. "Tell him to get lost. I am not a charity, nor am I a recycling bin for h

d immediately, stepping b

the freezing cold water stream down my tense muscles to clear the remaining fog in my head. But damn it, as th

t, trembling tears. She had felt incredibly, frustratingly perfect. The memory sent a sudden, unwanted surge of heat straight to my groin. It left me th

eaumon

my entire body aching as if I had been repeatedly run over by a truck. My thighs were sore, and my neck burned where his

h the slightly open bathroom door felt

hter." "Recycli

aughter being "sold" was currently lying naked in his bed, bearing his marks, t

. But that weakness was instantly incinerated by a roaring fire of humiliation and rage. In

o my torn dress, my hands trembling, not from fear, but from pure, unadu

. He thought I was a cheap whore

quell the anger boiling in my blood. I noticed a hotel notepad and a pen on the bedside tab

s a tip for your effort. Don

hundred-dollar bill right on top of it, placing it exactly wh

to be treated like a che

at height was nothing. A werewolf's body possesses extraordinary physical

my mind completely. I was Kira Beaumont, the top hacker "Hawkeye" of the Eagle's Nest, a top-tier

n the bathroom stopped. A sharp click

t. There was no

bathroom door swung open. My hands gripped the cold concrete si