Chapter 31
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“Alpha Mason, I never pegged you for a club lover. I thought you weren’t into women,” Mason’s friend teased with a grin.
Laughter rippled through the room, careless of the humans mingling with the werewolf waitresses.
Many patrons at Vetro Club were werewolves, and after a while, the employees learned to accept their presence as normal.
Werewolves had little fear of exposure or hunters–Gabbs bordered the forest, making concealment easier, and all had legal identities within human society. Hunters risked trouble if they harmed them.
Mason paid no mind to the jibes. He took Georgia’s hand and left room two swiftly.
He pushed open another door, leading her into an empty room–number six.
“Why are you bringing me here?” Georgia asked warily.
Nerves prickled under her skin. She wanted to escape anyone who unsettled her.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going,” she added hastily, limping on sore legs.
Mason watched her retreat, hands buried in his pockets, amused by her desperate eagerness.
He made no move to stop her as she reached the door. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips.
But then, before she could slip away, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist and pulling her down.
Georgia’s gaze met Mason’s serious, unyielding face. He cupped her cheek gently.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered, trying to pull away.
“Don’t move,” Mason said quietly.
Fear blossomed inside her. Three years of torture in werewolf prison had shattered the proud ‘Miss Cooper‘ she once was, leaving behind a trembling shadow. Though Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! ame cold edge she’d known from Preston.
They were the same breed–both capable of cruelty.
Her panic surged. She struggled to escape.
“Where do you think you’re going? I hate disobedient toys,” Mason murmured.
Her breath quickened.
“Disobedient toys need to be locked up and punished.”
Her eyes widened with terror.
“No! Please don’t lock me up! I swear I won’t disobey again!” Her voice cracked as she begged.
Mason staggered, caught off guard by her desperate flailing.
Then his gentleness vanished, replaced by a harsh glare. Grabbing her arms, he hissed, “Are you crazy?”
“Go away! Help! I know I was wrong!” she shrieked.
Mason flicked on the light, the harsh glow revealing her wild, frantic eyes.
Annoyance crept into his tone as he gripped her hand. “Stop this madness, woman!”
He studied her face–empty, wild, lost.
What’s wrong with this woman? he wondered.
Since he didn’t know her, maybe she’d mistaken him for someone else.
Releasing her, Mason stepped back, maintaining distance. A gentleman wouldn’t strike a woman to restore sanity–he’d
wait.
Gradually, Georgia’s muttering ceased, her breaths evening out.
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Mason moved toward her, extending a hand.
She looked away instinctively.
“I’m sorry. Not feeling well today. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Don’t be afraid. I just want to ask–how did you get that scar on your forehead?”
She shrugged, confused. “I fell.”
“You fell?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you let go of me?” she asked, uncomfortable with his gaze and touch on the mark.
He released her immediately. She tucked the scar beneath her bangs.
“You seem to mind that scar,” Mason observed with a soft chuckle. “Why not fix it?”
He turned to leave, disinterested.
I can’t remove it,” she said quietly. “Not in this life.”
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Her forehead was not the only scar she bore, but unlike others, hers could no longer heal. Without her wolf, she was more fragile than any human.
Mason paused, glancing back.
“Another woman once said her scar would never fade,” he said quietly.
Georgia’s heart skipped.
She understood the weight behind those words.
“Is she someone you loved?”
Immediately, regret flooded her. She shouldn’t have asked.
“No. I didn’t love her,” Mason said softly. “She loved me–and died.”
“She loved me so much that it destroyed her.”
Georgia stood frozen, meeting Mason’s steady gaze.
His voice was calm, like a distant story, but the pain buried deep within was unmistakable.
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