The warm glow of the spa light flickered as Jessica reclined on the massage table, her robe slipping from her shoulders.

She turned her sharp, piercing gaze toward me.

"So, you're the new one?" she asked, her voice low and commanding.

I hesitated, gripping the bottle of oil she'd thrown my way. "Y-Yes. It's. it's my first time."

Jessica's lips curved into a smirk, her amusement sharp as a blade. "First time, huh? That explains the shaking."

I glanced down at my trembling hands, my face burning. "I. I just want to do a good job."

She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver through me. "Relax, boy. I don't bite. much." Her fingers, adorned with bright red nails, beckoned.

"Come here."

I moved closer, unscrewing the oil with fumbling hands. My voice cracked as I stammered, "I-I'll do my best."

Jessica tilted her head, watching me like a hawk eyeing its prey. "What's the price?"

"I. I don't have a price,I just. I needed the job."

Her laughter was low and dangerous, the corners of her mouth curling into a wicked grin.

"How sweet. A desperate boy in over his head. Tell me."

She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear. "How far are you willing to go?"

"I-I'll do whatever you ask," I whispered, barely able to meet her gaze. "Sister. you decide."

Her eyes lit up at the word "sister," and she let out a low, predatory chuckle. "Oh, you're precious. So eager to please."

Without warning, her hands shot forward, gripping my shoulders and pinning me down onto the table.

Her strength was overwhelming, her movements fluid and precise.

"Jessica, I-"

"Shh," she cut me off, her voice now a growl.

"You talk too much." Her nails raked down my chest, leaving faint red marks that burned. "Let me show you how this works."

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

The room seemed to darken, the golden light flickering as shadows crept along the walls. Her voice dropped lower, rougher. "You walked into the lion's den, boy. And now you're mine."

"Y-Yours?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

Jessica's laughter echoed, sharp and mocking. "You catch on quick." Her nails, now sharper, pressed against my chest as her eyes glowed an unnatural molten gold.

"Jessica, please-"

She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Please? Oh, don't beg now. The fun's just getting started."

She grinned, her canines glinting in the flickering light. "And you, my dear boy, are about to learn what that means."

"Let's see how long you can keep up. Try not to disappoint me."

As she loomed over me, her laughter filling the room. The game had begun.

The night burned away in a haze of heat and hunger, leaving only the hum of tension in the aftermath.

By the next evening, Jessica finally stirred, her movements slow as she rose from the bed.

She stretched languidly, her hand trailing along her hip as if to soothe the soreness that lingered.

Her lips curled into a smirk, satisfaction lighting her sharp features.

Her voice was low, commanding. "From now on, when I call, you come. No excuses."

I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. "Understood."

Her golden eyes gleamed with amusement as she tossed the phone back onto the nightstand.

Jessica was a woman who thrived on control, a Luna by birthright, and the fiancé of Alpha George, her childhood companion. Yet the bond between them was a mere facade for the pack.

Each man left behind bore the scars of her amusement. Some clung to memories of her, desperate for her attention even after she'd moved on. Others were shattered, their confidence ground to dust beneath the weight of her indifference.

And she loved it.

"I enjoy their best years," she once said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence as she toyed with a glass of wine.

"And when they're no longer. entertaining, I set them free. Isn't that generous of me?"

But the truth was far darker. Jessica didn't just discard them-she broke them.

One man had begged her, falling to his knees in the rain, pleading with her to stay. She'd only laughed, her voice a melody of cruelty as she brushed past him without a word.

Another had tried to fight back, to reclaim his dignity. She'd destroyed him, using her influence to ruin his career, his name, his life.

"You can hate me," she whispered , leaning. "But you'll never forget me."

For Jessica, it was never about love or desire. It was about the thrill of domination, the rush of watching men crumble beneath her touch.

To her, they weren't lovers-they were trophies, fleeting conquests to be used and discarded.

But now, as her eyes lingered on me, her lips curling in satisfaction.

I wasn't even worth being one of her kept men. I was nothing more than a fleeting distraction, a toy to entertain her whims.

"You look like you'd rather be anywhere else. Do I make you nervous?"

I shook my head, averting my gaze. "N-no, Luna. I. I just-"

"Luna?" she interrupted with a soft laugh, sliding closer until her lips nearly brushed my ear.

"How sweet. But don't pretend you're here for anything but the money."

Her words struck like claws, but I held my tongue. She loved to see the flicker of shame, the resistance I couldn't fully hide. It made her victories sweeter.

I gave her enough reluctance to spark her appetite, enough submission to stroke her ego, and enough defiance to keep her coming back. Each moment was a step in my plan to make her remember me.

She leaned back, studying me with a predatory gaze. "You're different," she mused. "Not like the others. You've got this. edge. But I wonder." She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "Can you keep up?"

Jessica had discarded countless men before me. To keep her attention, I'd had to evolve-physically, mentally, even emotionally.

My body was honed to perfection, my charm carefully calculated, my every move tailored to feed her insatiable hunger.

And it worked. After llong months, she finally broke the unspoken rule. She asked my name.

"What do they call you?" Her tone was almost lazy.

I hesitated, letting the silence stretch just long enough to catch her interest. Then, I murmured, "Tulip."

Her brows lifted, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Tulip? "

She chuckled, leaning down to press a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Well, Tulip, I suppose I'll keep you around a little longer."

But as her laughter filled the room, she didn't notice the fleeting shadow that crossed my face, or the hatred that simmered beneath my calm facade.

This name wasn't just mine-it was the name of the girl she tormented, humiliated, and destroyed years ago. The one she and her pack had left for dead in the woods.

Jessica leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You're special, Tulip. Don't disappoint me."

I offered a shy smile, hiding the storm brewing inside me. "I won't, Luna."

"Jessica," I thought, my chest tight with barely restrained fury. "This name will haunt you. You'll remember it, long after I've turned your world to ashes."

I used every gesture to entertain her, every tool she had never dared touch before. Every look, every word, every trembling movement of my fingers-it was all for her, to keep her eyes locked on me.

Six months had passed since I transformed from Jessica's one-night indulgence into her exclusive lover. From that moment, she ceased seeking the company of other men. I became her only companion, her only conquest.

To go from strangers to familiar was a challenge, but to move from familiar to intimate proved startlingly easy. I abandoned every shred of my prior restraint, choosing instead to present her with the role of a guileless, devoted boy. Together, we watched movies, strolled through city streets, and dined as though we were a normal couple.

But we were anything but ordinary.

Tonight, Jessica took me to a women's gathering-a soirée filled with the elite, women of unimaginable power and wealth.

My presence alone seemed out of place, a young man amidst this sea of influence and luxury. Yet Jessica appeared unbothered, even smug as she paraded me before them.

"This is my Tulip," she announced, her voice smooth and lilting, her gaze carrying the faintest glimmer of possession. The crowd's surprise rippled through the room like a faint shockwave.

Jessica was infamous for her aloofness, her pride-known to scoff at relationships and shrug off entanglements.

"Jessica's pet?" one of the women teased, a sly smirk curling her lips. "He must be extraordinary to hold your attention for so long."

Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement, though there was a cold edge beneath. "He's young, obedient, and willing to learn," she replied lightly, her voice carrying an undertone of dominance.

The women laughed, their voices ringing with knowing mirth.

Some approached me, their fingers brushing against my shoulders and arms with calculated ease. One particularly bold woman, elegant in her emerald gown, moved closer, undoing my belt with a flirtatious grin. "Pass him along when you're done," she purred, glancing back at Jessica.

Jessica's laugh was quiet, a ghost of sound. "Perhaps," she said, her tone sharp enough to cut, "if I ever grow tired."

Their laughter swirled around me like smoke, suffocating and taunting.

I stood stiff, my gaze low, a faint tremor running through me. To them, I was nothing more than a toy, a pet-a golden canary trapped in a cage. But cages don't break without consequence, and even the tamest bird has talons.

I let my lips twitch into a weak, forced smile, my eyes flicking to meet Jessica's across the room.

She returned my gaze, and for a moment, her mask of elegance faltered. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as knives, though I couldn't tell if it was anger or something darker that fueled her glare.

In that moment, I wasn't begging for help.

My trembling hands and watery eyes whispered an unspoken plea-one laced with quiet rebellion.

"I thought I meant something to you," my silent stare said. I knew she would hear me even without words,Six months of shared nights, of whispered secrets and tangled limbs in the dark, had forged a bond deeper than words-a mindlink.

Jessica's pupils contracted, her wolf-like instincts bubbling to the surface. She sat straighter, her smile thinning, the lines of her face hardening.

"Tulip," she called softly, her voice low yet commanding, a predator's growl wrapped in silk. "Come here."

I obeyed, stepping towards her with deliberate slowness.

When I was close enough, she tilted my chin up with an unyielding hand and brushed her lips against mine in a kiss that was both delicate and possessive.

It wasn't affection; it was a claim.

Her fingers lingered on my face, but when I reached out to hold her hand, she flinched, almost pulling away.

My grip tightened-not hard, but enough to stop her retreat. For the first time, I saw a flicker of hesitation, even vulnerability, cross her features.

When I loosened my grasp slightly, she surprised me.

Instead of letting go, she clutched my hand with force, her nails digging into my skin. Her icy façade cracked further, and deep in her eyes, I glimpsed the turmoil-rage, longing, and something even she could not fully name.

The full moon crept higher into the sky, its silvery light spilling into the room. Beneath its glow, Jessica's aura shifted-feral, raw, barely restrained.

"You're mine," she murmured against my ear, her voice trembling with intensity. "And no one touches what belongs to me."

The room fell silent, the women around us exchanging wary glances. For the first time, the predator in Jessica had emerged fully, a wolf circling her territory, daring anyone to challenge her.

But she didn't know.

Underneath her possessive gaze, beneath my docile smile, my own blood began to stir.

Jessica might think herself the hunter, but tonight, I would show her what it truly means to be wild.