Chapter One

It was a summer afternoon. A gentle breeze blew through her curly white hair. Yara Foxwell giggled then tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear as she opened the door to her boutique. She had just come back from her lunch break.

She walked through the glass doors as she smiled and greeted some customers happily. She loved being there, her shop. This was something that she had been busting ass out for.

Everything was running smoothly. She was happy to have such an efficient staff that was dutifully attending to customers.

Everything was perfect so she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her pinafore and strolled to her office humming a tune.

Once there, she walked to her desk, sat and swayed her seat gently side-to-side. Her office was her happy place.

She continued humming while she flipped through the open catalogue on the desk. She picked up a pen just about to get back to work when her phone pinged and lit up. A notification popped across a photo of her and a foxy red-head-Myriam which served as her wallpaper. She decided to ignore it and went back to work.

She remembered when they first met. Yara had just moved into town and she needed a friend and the universe sent her Myriam.

At the time, she had only been in town for two months and had spent her time job hunting while she tried settling in. She had heard a lot about how wild New Orleans nightlife was so she decided to try out a club and that was where she met a feisty red-head- the red-head stood square before two girls who looked terrified when they saw the wolf in her eyes. As if that wasn't enough, she flashed her canines at the females that scampered off screaming. Turned out those girls were checking out her mate what irked Myriam about it the most was that they were human.

Myriam was a Luna wolf; incredibly powerful and fast. She was one of the strongest in her pack and everyone knew not to mess with her. Also, she was the king's chosen mate. That made her untouchable and she knew that and though she had a knack for playing pranks on the oh so weak humans she knew when to draw the line.

Snow used to get sneers and rude comments from some wolves. Though she had gotten used to it, Myriam insisted that it wasn't right and sent out a warning to anyone that dared to speak disrespectfully to her friend.

Snow was so happy that she had met Myriam because she made a cold unfamiliar city homely and she grew to love the city. Everything was great; the food, music, nightlife… it was perfect; at least she didn't have to worry about her safety. She didn't have to look after her shoulder anymore.

After working for a bit, she checked her phone and saw that it was 7:06 pm.

Luckily, it was a Friday. Relieved that the weekend was here she thought of messing around- just to unwind. She had quite a stressful week; she had to style some high profile customers. The entire town had been preparing for the party of the season- a masquerade ball that the Night-Greys were throwing next week, all a fucking publicity stunt. One of the main sources of generating money in New Orleans were the wild parties and carnivals which attracted wayward and fun seeking tourists and her shop happened to be in the center of town so you can only imagine the traffic.

She quickly went home to freshen up and switch up her day clothes for a tight strapless gown that hugged just under her ass. She ran her fingers through her curls. After putting on red lipstick she grabbed her purse and headed out leaving her room even messier than she had left it in the morning.

45 minutes and two shots later, she was out on the dance floor grinding against some male whose name she didn't care to remember; she just needed to de-stress. She bet he had an odd name like Matt or Cornelius, . It didn't matter. It never mattered because he was going to be forgotten.

The male, had a Mohawk which was dyed blue brought his lips to the back of her ear. His breath was heavy with rum as he gently nipped her earlobe in his mouth. His hands encircled her waist as he pushed her against his body. Despite the fact that he was a whole foot taller than she was she still could feel his hard erection. At 5'1 she was always one of the shortest girls in the room but that had never affected her because her beauty and sexual allure made up for the height deficiency.

"We should get out of here" blue Mohawk guy moaned in her ear. Snow rolled her eyes and turned to face the guy, her palms pressed against his chest.

"One more drink." She said as she headed to the rowdy bar, swinging her hips seductively.

"Fuck" she heard his low grown as he trailed after her like a puppy after its owner. His eyes shone with lust.

At the bar, the man said "so the only thing you're going to leave me with is your name? Snow is it?" snow smirked coyly "yes and by the time we're through tonight, a smile and a sated appetite." Her voice dropped to a sensual whisper which drove a chill down her companion's spine. A huge grin spread across his face. He watched her lean against the counter, twirling her fingers through her hair as she waited for the bartender to bring the drinks.

Good. He was distracted.

Snow was tight-lipped person whenever anyone tried to get to know her. There were things in her past that she would rather forget. She didn't trust anyone. Neither did she want to try to. Even Myriam didn't know a lot about her and she preferred that-what no one knows couldn't be used to hurt her. Also, she avoided asking others personal questions; she didn't want to allow herself to care for anyone. It was for their safety.

Snow slid a glass of rum to her date or whatever he was and sipped on hers lazily as she looked around the club. At 12:07 am, there was quite a number of people still there. A drunken couple took the dance floor and that caused a small crowd of equally drunk spectators cheering them on. Clubs could be fun.

"Alright buddy. Let's go back to yours." Snow said as she finished her drink and watched her "friend" gulp down the remaining contents of his glass as he nodded. They slowly staggered towards the exit with one of his hand on the small of her back.

Just then a blonde 5 inches taller blocked their path. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance and Snow could see her wolf threatening to break out from a weak cage. If glares could kill, well.

"Marvin. Who is this skank?" she spat out as her eyes followed his hand which was still on the small of Snow's back. A low snarl escaped her lips.

Oh that's his name. I knew it would be something odd.

"Vera. It's not what you think."

Vera. Another odd name. Very human.

"Skank?" Snow asked chuckling but the amusement only lasted for few seconds when she noticed the blonde's canines and claws. Snow took that as her cue to leave.

"Alright Marv, thanks for the dance and drinks." and she eased out of their gazes and slid out the door.

The time was almost 2:18 am and she was spent. The chill morning breeze caressed her gently. She managed to peel her clothes off, lit up some candles and sank into her bed. Maybe it was the stress but she was all wound up and the alcohol had aggravated her insatiable hunger.

Her fingers slowly slid up and down her thigh and shyly brushed them against her pussy slit, she purred and her breaths deepened as she dug two fingers into her wet pussy. She made gentle thrusts which matched up with her moans. Her free hand found a nipple and she rubbed her thumb roughly against the sensitive bead of nerves.

The scent of the candles and her hungry pussy enveloped the room. She also got a whiff of a vaguely familiar scent but decided not to dwell on it but instead focus on her fingers that weren't doing the job. She needed something else.

She paused and felt around for something, her breathing was ragged and her hair tussled. Her pussy begged for a cock or something around the same size. Her kitty needed to be sated.

Ah! Bingo.

She chuckled as she pulled out a dildo from her bed side drawer. She rubbed the tip on her pleasure spot. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

Fuck

She trembled with pleasure as it made its way into her.

She moaned and clutched onto the bed sheets and her claws came out and ripping the sheets but she didn't care.

New sheets she muttered but now wasn't the time to get it.

She kept pumping it harder now increasing her pace as she felt her pussy walls clenching and tightening against the dildo. She threw her head back in ecstasy biting onto her lips.

"This is so good" she whimpered as she neared her big o. Her body glistened with sweat under the dim light. Her toes curled, as she was shot with a wave of pleasure.

Her legs shuddered then went limp and she brought the dildo to her mouth and licked up her pussy juice that was on it.

"Mm… that's was quite a show." A male voice said

Snow froze. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice that she wasn't alone.

"You know sneaking around someone else's house is a crime." Snow said coyly as her lips stretched into a smirk. The intruder chuckled and stepped out from a dark corner. His piercing blue eyes shone with lust in the dim lit room.

Snow's eyes scanned his body as she kept sucking on the dildo slowly.

He was in a t-shirt that showed the outline of his abs and shorts which hung low on his waist and did nothing to hide his erection.

Just the sight of him lit a fire in her pussy. She slowly sat up and tossed the dildo to the side then she parted her legs suggestively, putting her pussy on display.

"It's all yours my king."

Lucius smirked as he took off his clothes and got into Snow's bed, burying his face between her legs.