- Clara
The international Alpha Ball, held annually, was a prestigious event where werewolf packs from around the world gathered. Even though it was strictly for Alphas, everyone knew it was organized at the shifters hotel, Glen, closely followed by Aries and Trace, stormed inside the empty hall with a mixture of panic and surprise in his eyes. The absence of any living being in the entire hotel made it seem like Keshton had been lured into a haunted building, but only the Goddess knew how! “There was not even a single guard at the door. It seems someone has removed everyone intentionally,” Aries observed the gloomy surroundings, picking up a faint scent in the air. “Other than Keshton, I smell Joseph!” Glen growled, but then he noticed Aries walking past him with a deep frown. “What’s the matter?” he inquired. “I smell her!” Aries‘ voice took on an abrupt gravity, his wolf agitated like a rising flame. “Who?” Glen curiously walked over to Aries, who was squatting. “Sibyl,” Aries whispered, examining a piece of broken glass with a bloodied edge. “Sibyl?” Glen was taken aback, confusion and uncertainty swirling in his mind. “Why was she here? And where is Keshton?” he impatiently muttered to himself, suddenly realizing Trace was no longer with them. “Where is Trace?” Glen frowned. Aries and Glen looked up to the stairs where Trace’s scent was leading. Following the scent, they rushed upstairs after him. The hotel was vast, making it difficult to find anyone without knowing their exact location. As soon as they entered the room where Trace’s scent led, their noses were assaulted by the smell of fresh blood splattered all over the floor. The room was empty, but the blood indicated a m******e. “What the f**k is going on here?” Glen gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of the situation. However, Aries and Trace had different expressions. When Glen turned around, he saw that both Aries and Trace were gone. “Where the hell did those two run off to now?!” While Aries desperately set off to search each hotel room, an expensive white car sped out of the shifter hotel, driven recklessly by Trace. He didn’t seem to care about the potential accidents he could cause. Some time later, he entered a werewolf territory marked by blood and death. “Damn! I am
late!” Trace cursed himself and raced into the packhouse, crushing the dead body of a wolf under his foot.
Inside the packhouse, the m******e continued, but Trace could have cared less about the c*****e. He stormed into one of the rooms, following a familiar scent. The scent of Min, who lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Glancing at Min with emotionless eyes, Trace reached for an old box of photos. He quickly sifted through them until he found a familiar face among the group of young females. She was as bright as a lotus in the mud. “It’s really her,” Trace’s throat went dry. His hands lost their strength, dropping the evidence of a dark past that was bound to bring disaster in the future. **** With her ass forced up in the air and her head still pressed to the bed, Sibyl felt her panties being ripped off. “You’ve got mouth–watering assets,” Joseph commented, alternating between massaging and slapping her ass. Sibyl hissed in pain and disgust, her fists clenched in shame and fear. “What’s with your expression?” Joseph’s eyes lit up in amusement. “If you find me so disgusting, trust me the man you’ve been f*****g is way more disgusting than me.” Sibyl was completely exposed to his eyes, and this felt beyond humiliating to her. It was the price of saving Keshton and getting the chance to bid her final goodbye to him. “It’s no use manipulating me,” she glared at him from the corner of her eye. “I know him better!” she spat hatefully. Joseph’s eyes darkened at the love in her eyes for Keshton, and his entire being was assaulted with past hatred. He mercilessly yanked Sibyl’s hair back, causing her to scream in pain, and whispered in her ear, “You know him better? Are you sure? Does that mean “Her?” you also know ‘Her‘?” Biting her lip to endure the pain, she looked at Joseph with the corner of her eye, Joseph’s heart burned as if it was thrown into the center of a raging fire, and his anger returned. “Clara,” he said, pressing Sibyl’s face back down onto the mattress and resuming his animalistic act on her body. Sibyl’s whole body swung between icy coldness and pure disgust as his hands started touching her between her legs. “Ugh…” she buried her face in the mattress as he began to impatiently remove her dress. “f**k, it this is
just a bother, Joseph groaned, ripping her clothes. ‘Your scent is so sweet. I am afraid you’re not geith- sleep tonight,” he groaned, his boner rubbing against her p***y. Tears welled up at the corners of Siby’s eyes The sound of him pulling his zipper down sealed her fate right then and there. ‘It’s alright. It’s not my first time. I have done it countless times,‘ she reminded herself repeatedly to calm herself, but each touch on her skin reminded her that her dignity was being stripped away. After this, she was not going to be the old Sibyl
