Chapter5 THE PRICE OF SECRETS

Aira’s POV “Which pack are you from, little girl? You look lost,” the bald, bloated owner of the brothel sneered, clicking his tongue. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Do you even know where you are, baby girl?” His voice dripped with amusement. Baby girl? Huh?! He could be my grandpa for all I cared. Ugh. I wanted to puke. The man reeked of rotten eggs mixed with the sickly smell of rubber—but beneath that, there was a faint trace of something sweet, like honey, clinging to his skin. That tiny scent made me want to pay him a million dollars just to taste it. “I thought you had a ‘No Questions Asked’ policy for adult customers,” I snapped, bending close until my face nearly touched his. “And as for me being little or lost—don’t mess with a furious Alpha female. It won’t be pretty, mister. Trust me, you’d rather live in peace than wake up screaming every night with scars your wolf couldn’t even heal.” My eyes blazed fury as I stared into his frightened ones. “Just get me the man or woman you were with.