Chapter 18
“Alpha Thane, do you really want such a hideous werewolf?” Preston spat, his voice thick with disdain.
Thane chuckled softly, a confident curve on his lips. “Impossible. No on
at the Vetro Club is ugly.” He glanced toward Preston with a knowing smile. “Alpha Preston, I trust your judgment–everyone here is beautiful.”
Preston’s lips twitched into a faint, cruel smile as his eyes landed on Georgia’s face. “Don’t believe me? Go wash it off.”
Georgia was about to rise when Thane’s cold voice cut through the room, “Crawl.”
Her hands clenched tightly against the cold floor. Inside, a fierce roar echoed in her mind: Hold on, Georgia. This is nothing compared to three years behind bars.
Swallowing her pride, she obediently crawled toward the bathroom in the private room. After splashing cold water on her face, she opened the door to step out.
“Pathetic werewolf,” Thane sneered, watching her move. “Who said you’re allowed to walk?”
Without a word, Georgia dropped down and resumed crawling. Her legs, weakened and impaired from her long ordeal, Atrembled painfully beneath her. Agony drained the color from her face, but she bit down hard, telling herself that dignity
meant nothing that she would endure more than any man, swallowing her suffering without a single sound.
From the staircase, Charlotte arrived, pausing as she spotted a woman standing by the private room’s door.
“Raven? What are you doing here?” Charlotte asked softly.
Raven spun, surprise flashing across her face. “Nothing.”
Initially, Charlotte had assigned Raven to serve Preston and his guests because Raven was a werewolf too. But when Derek suddenly requested Georgia instead, Raven had been pushed aside. Furious and resentful, she pressed her ear to the slightly ajar door and peeked inside.
What she saw widened her eyes and twisted her lips into a mocking smirk.
“This doesn’t concern you. Go back to the first floor and tend to the guests.”
Charlotte’s sharp glance shut Raven up immediately. Begrudgingly, Raven stomped away, bitterness burning in her chest.
I’m part of the pack, she thought bitterly, but Charlotte wouldn’t stand with me. Instead, she chooses to help a rogue. The ones visiting now are from the Shadow Eclipse Pack. If my mate were among them, I wouldn’t have to slave away here.
Charlotte gently pushed open the door and froze, her breath catching at the brutal scene inside.
“Hurry! Crawl to me,” Thane commanded with a cruel smile. Then, shifting back into his human form, he looked down at Georgia.
Under Preston’s fierce gaze, she crawled toward Thane, silent and broken.
In Preston’s eyes, a violent storm brewed–a tumultuous rage, a dark shadow he could neither explain nor resist.
Georgia.
His heart burned with anger, an unnameable gloom settling over him.
Why should he feel so violently drawn to someone he despised so utterly? She was beneath him–so low and humiliated- and yet, his triumph brought no satisfaction.
“Raise your head,” Thane ordered, his voice ringing sharply in Georgia’s ears.
Slowly, mechanically, she lifted her face, her movements hollow and doll–like–obedient to a single command.
“She’s hideous!” one of Thane’s men sneered, glaring at Georgia as if she were a monster. “Alpha Thane, really–she’s disgusting.”
Georgia wasn’t ugly once. As the daughter of the Silver Stream Pack’s Alpha, her beauty was renowned across packs. But the relentless years in a werewolf prison had stolen much from her youth and glow.
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“Alpha Thane, do you really want such a hideous werewolf?” Preston spat, his voice thick with disdain.
at
Thane chuckled softly, a confident curve on his lips. “Impossible. No one Vetro Club is ugly.” He glanced toward Preston with a knowing smile. “Alpha Preston, I trust your judgment–everyone here is beautiful”
Preston’s lips twitched into a faint, cruel smile as his eyes landed on Georgia’s face. “Don’t believe me? Go wash it off.”
Georgia was about to rise when Thane’s cold voice cut through the room, “Crawl.”
Her hands clenched tightly against the cold floor. Inside, a fierce roar echoed in her mind: Hold on, Georgia. This is nothing compared to three years behind bars.
Swallowing her pride, she obediently crawled toward the bathroom in the private room. After splashing cold water on her face, she opened the door to step out
“Pathetic werewolf,” Thane sneered, watching her move. “Who said you’re allowed to walk?”
Without a word, Georgia dropped down and resumed crawling. Her legs, weakened and impaired from her long ordeal, trembled painfully beneath her. Agony drained the color from her face, but she bit down hard, telling herself that dignity meant nothing—that she would endure more than any man, swallowing her suffering without a single sound.
From the staircase, Charlotte arrived, pausing as she spotted a woman standing by the private room’s door.
“Raven? What are you doing here?” Charlotte asked softly.
Raven spun, surprise flashing across her face. “Nothing.”
Initially, Charlotte had assigned Raven to serve Preston and his guests because Raven was a werewolf too. But when Derek suddenly requested Georgia instead, Raven had been pushed aside. Furious and resentful, she pressed her ear to the slightly ajar door and peeked inside..
What she saw widened her eyes and twisted her lips into a mocking smirk.
“This doesn’t concern you. Go back to the first floor and tend to the guests.”
Charlotte’s sharp glance shut Raven up immediately. Begrudgingly, Raven stomped away, bitterness burning in her chest.
I’m part of the pack, she thought bitterly, but Charlotte wouldn’t stand with me. Instead, she chooses to help a rogue. The ones visiting now are from the Shadow Eclipse Pack. If my mate were among them, I wouldn’t have to slave away here.
Charlotte gently pushed open the door and froze, her breath catching at the brutal scene inside.
“Hurry! Crawl to me,” Thane commanded with a cruel smile. Then, shifting back into his human form, he looked down at
Georgia.
Under Preston’s fierce gaze, she crawled toward Thane, silent and broken.
In Preston’s eyes, a violent storm brewed–a tumultuous rage, a dark shadow he could neither explain nor resist
Georgia.
His heart burned with anger, an unnameable gloom settling over him.
Why should he feel so violently drawn to someone he despised so utterly? She was beneath him–so low and humiliated- and yet, his triumph brought no satisfaction.
“Raise your head,” Thane ordered, his voice ringing sharply in Georgia’s ears.
Slowly, mechanically, she lifted her face, her movements hollow and doll–like–obedient to a single command.
“She’s hideous!” one of Thane’s men sneered, glaring at Georgia as if she were a monster. “Alpha Thane, really–she’s disgusting.”
Georgia wasn’t ugly once. As the daughter of the Silver Stream Pack’s Alpha, her beauty was renowned across packs. B
But
the relentless years in a werewolf prison had stolen much from her youth and glow.
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Thane barked, “Raise your head!”
When she didn’t respond, he growled, “Did you hear me? Are you deaf?”
A cruel sneer crossed his face. “Or do you want me to make you?”
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Summoning every ounce of will, Georgia lifted her gaze. Without warning. Thane emptied the wine in his glass across her face. She choked violently as the burning liquid stung her eyes and ran down her cheeks, draining the color from her skin.
Setting his glass on the crystal table, Thane’s smile was venomous. “You’re revolting.”
Laughter erupted from the others nearby–cold, mocking, ruthless.
We wours. Get out. Thane waved a dismissive hand. “But I’ll honor my word. The money’s yours.
Georgia lay sprawled on the floor, trembling as she stretched a hand out, desperate to grasp the scattered bills.
She didn’t know how she left the room. Only when the voices faded behind her did she realize she had escaped,
“Let me help you,” a gentle voice offered.
She recoiled as if burned, eyes lifting to meet Charlotte’s.
“Charlotte,” she said quietly.
Charlotte saw the forced smile stretched across Georgia’s lips and said softly, “You’re okay.”
Her breath caught. How could she be okay?
“I’m okay,” Georgia repeated with stubbor clarity.
“Charlotte, please put this money into my bank card.” Leaning against the wall for support, she slowly withdrew the hard- earned cash–the price of her shattered dignity,
Preston was Charlotte’s boss, and Charlotte dared not oppose him. But looking at Georgia, she felt a deep pang of
sympathy.
What could Georgia have done to Mr. Hill to deserve such merciless cruelty?
Her expression twisted with conflict as Georgia limped away.
Charlotte turned and hurried to her office, locking the money and bank card into the safe. Only then did the burning ache in her palms begin to fade.
