Chapter one
Warning: Graphic Content Ahead*
This book contains explicit and graphic descriptions of sexual content that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
*Content Warning:*
- Explicit sexual scenes
- Graphic descriptions of intimacy
- Mature themes
- Potential triggers
If you're sensitive to these topics, please consider reading with caution
Hermosa's POV
I bubbled down the stairs with adrenaline. Tonight's performance was great. I couldn't contain my excitement.
I hurried to get my clothes and go meet Rapheal and Cammy, who were waiting for me.
I grabbed my purse lying on the wardrobe in the dressing room and put on my shoes.
When I heard strange noises coming from the opposite room. At first, I didn't want to listen, but at the mention of Rapheal, I leaned shamelessly toward the door.
"Rapheal, stopppp," Cammy's familiar voice squirmed through the door.
I rubbed my ears in disbelief. Maybe I was hearing things. Rapheal hated strip clubs or so I thought.
I peeped through the keyhole to take a closer look to see if it was my Rapheal.
Rapheal's voice, which I once thought was warm and gentle, now sent goosebumps through my body as he pressed his two large fingers on Cammy's lips. "Don't make a sound."
My heart sank. Everything felt surreal, like I was in a dream. Rapheal was my first boyfriend—and the future Alpha of our pack. I shook my head vehemently. No, maybe they were just arguing.
"I can't do this anymore," Cammy, my best friend, begged again. My eyes widened in horror as I watched my boyfriend push her roughly toward the dressing table, her stripping skirt rising and exposing her fresh thighs.
"Shut up." He raised her skirt swiftly and pounded into her.
Her whimpering was like melody to his ears.it pleased him so much that he wouldn't stop.
I covered my mouth to avoid screaming as everything unfolded before my eyes, my heart shattering in two.
When he was done, he slipped his stuff back into his shorts and cleaned himself, leaving her bent over the table.
"I can't do this anymore," she sobbed. "I will tell Hermosa." She wiped her tears and pulled up her skirt.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I swiped them away with my thumb. I hadn't realized Rapheal was capable of something like this—not in a million years. We'd dated for two years, and never once did I suspect he was a beast.
"You will do no such thing," Rapheal's voice rang out harshly as he walked toward her.
"Yes, I will!" she said defiantly.
"No, you won't!" He yanked her by the hair, his eyes bulging as he spoke menacingly. "If I so much as hear a whimper from you…" his fingers grazed her jawline, "…you won't live long enough."
"I should've told her when I had the chance," she spat in his face.
I bit my fingers, afraid I would really scream. Rapheal had been raping Cammy all this while? No wonder she was always withdrawn and cold around him.
Why didn't I notice?
"You whore!" Rapheal slapped Cammy hard across the face. Her head hit the wardrobe with such force that blood pooled everywhere.
I watched everything unfold, my knees weak. I pushed my fingers tightly against my trembling lips. My boyfriend was truly unrecognizable.
I watched him grab a hand towel from the wardrobe as he cleaned himself like he'd been contaminated while Cammy lay on the floor unmoving.
He had just killed my best friend , like it was nothing.
He didn't even flinch.
"Serves you right." He threw the towel on her body as he straightened his clothes and hair.
Her hair and clothes were covered in so much blood. I moved backwards, her battered body unnerving me so much that I knocked down the dustbin by the corridor,its top fell loudly on the floor.
"Who's there?" Rapheal barked, walking toward the adjoining room door.
My legs betrayed me as I couldn't will it to move,images of my best friends body lying cold on the bare floor stormed my mind
Run, run, run!My instincts screamed at me. My vision blurred. My legs felt like jelly. I barely managed to flee, with barely enough clothing on.
Loud footsteps thundered behind me.
I ran across the street, not knowing where to hide from Rapheal. Going home was the last thing on my mind.
The night was dark. The streets were empty and deserted. Around the corner was a flickering streetlight beside a large hotel.
I knew Rapheal wouldn't dare hurt me in public, so I ran in the direction of the light.
No!My mind kicked against the idea. This wasn't just any hotel—it was a gathering place for elite members of the Blood Moon Pack.
Rapheal would easily find me there after all he was going to be the future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.
But I was running out of options.I braced myself, hearing his footsteps gaining on me. I had no choice.
I walked into the hotel calmly, pretending like I was just looking for a room. Even I felt foolish as an Omega walking into a hotel like this with barely any clothes.
"Hello?" the receptionist, a young-looking woman, said as I walked in.
"Hi," I faked a smile at her.
"You don't have to come in dressed like that." The receptionist looked me up and down.
"I didn't have time to change," I lied, staring at the woman.
"You sure know how to make an entrance—for something that's supposed to be discreet," she warned.
At this point, I didn't know what was going on—I just played along.
"Ah, yes, I'm so sorry."
"You girls always like to keep him waiting," she pressed.
"It's not my fault. I lost track of time," I replied.
"Yes, you always lose track of time," she said with disgust, glaring at my clothes as if implying I was busy whoring.
"Here, take the keys. He's in room 202." She dropped them on the counter.
"Who?" I asked, glancing back to see Rapheal entering the hotel lobby, scanning the crowd for me. I turned quickly to face the receptionist again.
"You ask a lot of questions as if we don't know what you do in there with him," she added, annoyed.
"I'm sure you do," I muttered, quickly taking the keys. I didn't want to annoy her any further. I strolled down the hallway.
"Hey!" I heard Rapheal's voice behind me, rushing to the receptionist's desk just after I had left.
I hurried, the keys juggling in my hands as I scanned the corridor for room 202.
My heart beat rose faster as I traced the room numbers by the corridor, every now and then I threw backward glances to check if he was coming.
Finally, I gasped when I saw Room 202 engraved on a door by the left. I quickly entered my hands on my heaving chest.
At last I muttered under my breath as I scanned my surroundings.
The room was dark—I couldn't see anything. I groped in the darkness, searching for a switch to turn on the light. Everything looked strange… and strangely comforting.
"Have you forgotten the rules?" a deep male voice rang out across the room.
I dropped my hands. "No, I haven't. I just…" I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Whose room is this?I whispered to myself.
"You just what?" he asked, walking close to where I stood.
"Nothing. I'm sorry," I replied quickly, not wanting to incur the stranger's anger.
"The rules are you're not allowed to see my face," he whispered in my ear.
"Y
es, I understand," I replied, my voice shaking.
"You know exactly what you came here to do," he continued, his breath warm on my skin.
I swallowed hard.