Chapter 16
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Georgia’s waist bore a jagged, brutal gash, as if a monstrous creature had sunk its teeth deep into her flesh.
Charlotte’s breath caught. She knew what that meant–all too well. She was a werewolf herself,
“Are you a werewolf?” Charlotte asked, eyes wide with surprise. “But… why can’t I sense it?”
Georgia had been bitten by a wolf, yes, but werewolves possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities. Broken bones healed swiftly, wounds closed like a second skin. Yet the scar across Georgia’s side remained raw and stubborn.
“I’ve been locked away in werewolf prison for three years. My wolf is gone,” Georgia said quietly, her voice steady despite the weight of her words.
Charlotte’s gaze sharpened, disbelief flickering across her features. “How could your wolf vanish?”
“It’s true,” Georgia answered with calm finality. “Since I was hurt, I can’t sense it anymore. That’s why you didn’t realize I’m
a werewolf.”
Charlotte knew some werewolves were born without wolves, but she’d never encountered one whose wolf had simply disappeared because of injury. She searched Georgia’s face, uncertain how to offer comfort.
“Charlotte, please keep this secret,” Georgia implored softly.
“How can you work here as a call girl with such serious injuries?” Charlotte pressed. “You know some of the clients are werewolves–who knows what they might demand.” Concern and protectiveness laced her voice. “I’ll talk to Mr. Hill. He should know.”
Georgia pulled Charlotte close, her eyes steady. “I think Mr. Hill already knows.”
Charlotte blinked, stunned. “Then why would he let you do this?”
Realization dawned. Preston was deliberately breaking Georgia down, humiliating her.
Rumors of her transfer raced through Vetro Club. Staff who didn’t know the truth assumed Preston favored her, so they made her life miserable out of envy
Yet, what cut deepest was the loss of income. As a cleaner, Georgia had a steady paycheck. Now, as a call girl, she earned nothing. That was exactly Preston’s plan.
She swallowed the bitterness, clinging to endurance.
When night fell, all the other call girls vanished into their duties, leaving Georgia alone in the lounge.
The door creaked open. Charlotte stepped in.
“Georgia, come with me,” she said, reaching out.
“What’s going on? Georgia asked, confusion knitting her brow
“The pack from near Stillwater Range came to visit Mr. Hi Beta Derek invited them to Vetro Club for fun–and they want
you to serve them, Charlotte explained, her voice hesitant.
Georgia nodded without protest. She wasn’t angry with Charlotte.
If anyone hated Georgia more than Preston, it was Derek, Beta of the Dark Spike Pack.
Quietly, Georgia followed Charlotte to the fifth floor, the domain for special guests from various packs.
She slipped into a wolf costume, Charlotte’s eyes flicked to Georgia’s, full of sympathy and unease.
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