Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Georgia stepped cautiously into the private room, immediately sensing an une

almost charged atmosphere hanging in the stale air. The dim lighting cast long shadows, barely illuminating the scattered guests lounging on the sofa, each flanked by several call girls whose presence seemed as casual as it was calculated.

At the center of the room stood Laura, alone and exposed. The moment her eyes locked onto Georgia’s, she cried out sharply, “Georgia, help me!”

The sudden plea snapped the attention of the guests from their languid conversation to fixate on Georgia, who instantly felt the prickling nerves ripple through her body. Some of the men gathered there weren’t just ordinary patrons–they were werewolves, their presence unmistakably commanding and dangerous

A jolt of fear tightened Georgia’s muscles. She froze briefly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

I’m here to clean,” she said, her voice rough and brittle, betraying her unease.

That hoarse, flat tone drained any further curiosity from the guests. Their eyes shifted back toward Laura, leaving Georgia on the periphery once again.

She had been working at the Vetro Club for several months now and had quickly learned the unspoken rules. It was best not to interfere with anyone’s business. Survival meant silence, invisibility. Laura’s desperate gaze, begging for aid, was something Georgia deliberately ignored.

After all, she was only a cleaner–barely scraping by, barely holding herself together. How could she risk her fragile position to help someone else? And Laura was human, with family protection; the werewolves around them would never dare harm

her.

Georgia emerged from the room with a mop in one hand and a bucket of murky water in the other, head bowed low as she began her work. The scrape of the mop on the floor was the only sound in the charged silence.

“Drink this glass of wine, and you can leave,” a man lounging on the sofa offered smoothly.

Laura’s face twisted with anger. She clenched her teeth, trying to push back, but before she could speak, Georgia’s mop slammed down against the bucket, sending a splash of water onto Laura’s dress.

Laura glanced sharply at her.

“Sorry,” Georgia murmured under her breath.

“It’s fine,” Laura said, wiping the wet spot with a resigned hand, then turned to face the men.

“I’m only here for a part–time summer job,” she declared defiantly. Tm not one of you. I won’t accept your disgusting

demands.”

Georgia felt a pang of regret. She had been tempted to help, but Laura’s bold declaration made her realize she should have stayed silent. Many of these guests were werewolves–some influential, wealthy, untouchable. Offending them was a risk no employee could afford.

Now, she had drawn their attention for nothing.

She planned to finish cleaning quickly and slip away.

“Do you think you’re Paris Hilton?” another man sneered, dark amusement in his voice. “If you’re working here, you do as

we say.”

He set a glass of wine on the table, his eyes cold and possessive as they locked onto Laura.

“if you don’t drink,” he warned, “I’ll have to speak to Charlotte.”

At the mention of Charlotte, Laura’s composure shattered. Fear flickered across her face.

Though she worked here, her family’s financial troubles ran deep–her father drowning in debt. She needed every cent she could earn to survive. If Charlotte found out what was happening now, Laura knew she’d be fired without hesitation

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Her defiance crumbled. “I’ll drink,” she said quickly.

A shadowy voice cut through the dim room, low and commanding.

“Wait a moment.”

Georgia’s back was pressed against the dark corner, and a cold dread seeped into her bones. Her body trembled involuntarily as the voice echoed in the room.

There, in the shadowed corner of the sofa, sat Preston–regal and poised like a monarch surveying his domain. His arm draped casually along the armrest, chin resting lightly on the back of his hand. A refined gentleman by appearance, but his eyes, sharpened behind gold–rimmed glasses, gleamed with a predatory hunger.

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