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The Rose Luna

I thought I was just a broke college girl with a traumatic past and too many cigarettes. I didn't know I was born to lead a pack. I didn't know I was being hunted. On the night of my twenty-fourth birthday, everything changed. One second I was at a club, pretending life didn't suck. The next, I was being dragged out by a stranger with ocean-blue eyes, thrown into a black SUV, and told I was a werewolf. Apparently, I'm not just any werewolf-I'm the heir to a powerful bloodline, the only survivor of a massacre, and the center of a prophecy that could bring down one of the darkest witches in history. Now I'm stuck in a mansion full of secrets, locked behind doors I didn't ask for, and shadowed by an Alpha who looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted-and everything he's not allowed to have. They say I belong here. They say I have power. But I didn't ask for a bond I don't understand, a fate I don't believe in, or a love that might just break me.
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Chapter 4

I've been standing here for nearly an hour, waiting for this ridiculous party to start. The surrounding humans are oblivious, buzzing with excitement as they line up outside the club. But I could feel her voice in my head, cold and commanding.

Get me that heart.

Her words echo through my mind, and a knot tightens in my chest. Being an underling for this arrogant but powerful witch is a small price to pay for my freedom. I'll do what she asks. I always do.

I watched as a couple bypassed the long line and strolled inside. I could feel them - they were wolves, or at least one of them was. But they weren't my concern. Nothing will stop me tonight.

Impatience thrummed through me as the bouncer lazily let people in, one by one. It felt like an eternity, but finally, I slipped past the threshold and into the club's pulsing chaos. The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and smoke - the things these humans seemed to revel in. I moved through the crowd, barely noticing the crush of bodies and flashing lights. My mind focused on my task.

I was here for one thing: a witch's heart - a virgin witch, no less, from her bloodline. As I weaved through the crowd of dancers, I felt a strong presence, a powerful aura. I glanced toward one of the VIP areas and spotted an Alpha, a dangerous one. His energy was like a beacon, hard to miss. I made a mental note to keep my distance. Getting tangled up with wolves tonight wasn't part of the plan. I moved to the farthest place from him and searched for this witch.

I pushed farther into the crowd, and then I sensed her. It was like a shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. My eyes zeroed in on her immediately. There she is.

She was young, not even 20 years old, and slim, with dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skin had a warm, deep tone, and her eyes... her eyes gave her away. A soft lilac hue glowed faintly in the club's dim light, betraying her nature. She's a witch. She looked delicate, almost innocent.

It's a shame, really.

I forced a smile, masking my true intentions, and made my way toward her. She noticed me, her lips curving into a coy grin. "Hey," I said, slipping into the smooth, seductive voice I've perfected over centuries. "I saw you dancing, and I couldn't help but notice... you're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Mind if I join you?"

Her smile widened, a feline glint in her eyes. She was interested. I could feel it - her desire rolling off her in waves. She nodded, and I stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as we moved in sync with the music.

"Your accent is sexy," she whispered, her voice soft against my ear. "Where are you from?"

"Czech," I answered flatly, keeping it brief. There was no need for more conversation. She started babbling about how romantic Europe is and how she's always dreamed of visiting. She did not know her dream would die with her tonight.

We kept dancing, her body pressed eagerly against mine, but I knew I was running out of time. I needed to get her alone. She was panting already, barely able to keep still, and I knew it wouldn't take much more. Her desperation is obvious - written in every sway of her hips, every moan she lets slip as my hand grips her ass like I own it. She's just another girl who wants to feel wanted.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, giving her exactly what she wanted - soft, slow, teasing. She melted immediately, lips parting, body arching into me like a fucking invitation. I took control, biting her lower lip, deepening the kiss with a roughness that made her gasp.

I grabbed her hip hard, fingers digging in, and murmured, "Let's get out of here."

She nodded fast, breathless and needy, and I didn't give her a second to rethink it. I guided her through the writhing bodies toward the back of the club. Down the hall, past the stinking bathrooms, into the dark corridor where the music faded and shadows eat the light. It was secluded here - perfect. She followed without hesitation, clearly desperate for touch, for attention. I almost pitied her. Almost.

I pushed her against the wall the second we were alone, my mouth at her throat, biting, licking, tasting the salt of her sweat. She moaned, loud and shameless, and I laughed under my breath. My hand slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt without ceremony. Her thong's already soaked. I yanked it aside and shoved two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, more surprised than hurt, her hands clutching my shoulders as she spread her legs wider for me.

I fingered her hard, fast, curling my digits just right until she was squirming, panting, her hips bucking against my hand like she was chasing something. I slammed my mouth over hers to shut her up, silencing her cries as my thumb circled her clit with brutal precision. She was soaking, dripping into my palm, her body jerking with every thrust of my hand. It was almost laughable how easily she succumbed.

Her moans filled the narrow space as I moved faster, hitting the right spots with practiced precision. She was lost in the pleasure, utterly oblivious to the real danger she was in. When she finally screamed in ecstasy, I let her ride the wave of her release, her body sagging against mine, spent and vulnerable. Her panties were still shoved to the side, her skirt bunched up around her waist.

She gazed up at me, her eyes dazed. "What's your name, sexy stranger?" she breathed.

I remain silent, staring down at her with an expression she's too far gone to decipher.

"Don't be shy," she pressed, her voice playful.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't matter to you," I said, my voice dripping with venom.

I smiled coldly, removing my hand from her pussy and taking it to her chest.

"Why wouldn't it," her sentence was cut short in the middle as she screamed in pain.

My hand shot, and I plunged it into her ribcage with one swift motion. Her scream was short-lived as I grabbed her heart, the warmth of her blood spreading over my skin. Her eyes went wide with shock, and a gurgling sound escaped her throat as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. I kissed her one last time, savoring the taste of her final breath.

"Dear, didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I whispered mockingly as she choked on her own blood.

With one final pull, I ripped her heart from her chest, the life draining from her eyes as her body crumpled to the floor. I stared at the still-beating organ in my hand, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

It's been too long since she screamed. The wolves will be here soon. No matter. I clicked my fingers, and in an instant, I vanished into thin air.

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