Blind Alpha's Deception.

Glozikes were female humans with a unique gift - they had a supernatural light within them, a light that could restore my eyesight. To get that light, I had to follow four rules:

I had to find a Glozike.

I had to reveal my wolf self to her.

I had to win her trust and her love. In simple terms - get her laid.

And finally, I had to exchange eyesight with her.

I had thought that getting a Glozike and swapping eyesight with her would be a simple task, but as the months went by and I killed eight women who had the light within them, I began to doubt my mission.

The blood of innocent women stained my hands, and I was starting to lose hope that my task could ever be accomplished. The weight of my actions was beginning to take a toll on my conscience, and I wondered if I would ever be able to achieve my goal.

All the glozikes I've met didn't make it past rule two. It was easy to get a glozike, but after revealing my wolf self to them, they got terrified, some were angry, and some even tried to reveal my identity to others. I had to unalive them, to protect myself and my mission.

I walked into the club for the last time to try my luck. If I didn't find a Glozike tonight, I'd have to move to another city for a fresh attempt. My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full.

Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything.

But I needed my eyes for one thing...

"Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.

I sensed a crackling of fire from the lady opposite me - she was a glozike, my lucky charm.

"Wanna get down?" A gust of her lust filled my nose, I could smell all of her emotions. She had a deeper pain she wasn't showing and she reeked of alcohol.

"Ladies like you often shy away from me in the inner room. They think I'm some kind of beast. Can you handle it?" I asked her, directing my face to where her voice came from.

She blushed. "Don't stare at me like that"

"I'm not staring," I replied.

"Of course, I can handle you" She walked closer to me and placed her hand on my waist. In what seemed like minutes, she had dragged me into a room and started to kiss me vigorously. I carried her on my waist and returned the same energy, ripping off every piece of her clothes. She started moaning when my hands touched her skin.

"Wait." I stopped and moved away from her.

"Why? Too fast? You can't handle me now?" She laughed.

"No. I...want to show you. something" I said in a low tone, pulling off my shirt.

"Hurry up before I get turned off" she whined.

I felt my muscles tensing and my limbs growing longer. I could feel my fingernails growing into claws. My body felt hot and tingly, and I could feel my jaw elongating. My transformation took place right in front of her.

I could smell the sweat on her skin and hear the racing of her heart and before I could say a word, she screamed and passed out.

I sighed. Another glozike on my death list.

I turned back into my human self and lay flat on the bed. I had only two months left to get this mission done. If I didn't get a glozike who wasn't frightened by me, I'd lose it all forever. My eyesight, the Crown of Canines, my kingdom, and all that I have sacrificed to this point.

I needed to leave this city tomorrow, to find more brave glozikes I could get laid with for their eyesight. If it would take me to be extremely nice to people, I would do it.

I have overstayed my welcome in the human world, their foolishness disgusted me, they were slow, weak, and pathetic fuckers!

The only thrilling thing here was strippers and barbecues.

I heard a knock on the door. I was not nervous about getting caught or arrested if they saw the lady pass out on the ground. I have my way around anything and everything.

"Luca," the voice said when the door opened. "Any luck?"

"No. Where's the next city located?"

"This city has the largest number of glozikes, we just need to explore and find more people."

"My Quota is ten deaths per city."

"And you still have one more to go..."

"What? You want me to kill more people? Callous, that's what you are" I laughed.

He laughed too and walked into the room. I heard him dragging the lady on the floor. "She's not dead yet," he said.

"That's your job, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'll dispose of her now."

"Make sure there are no witnesses, and leave no trace of our involvement. If you fail to do so, there will be dire consequences." I said in a menacing tone

"Yes, Alpha Luca," he said and his footsteps and dragging faded.

I rose to my feet, relishing the thought of what was to come. I dashed back into the club, the sounds and rhythm of bodies swaying as the dance floor beckoned, and I made my way through the crowd, hitting lots of people but most importantly savoring the intoxicating scent of prey. There were more glozikes, but I was not ready to waste my last allotment. I would not strike yet. Not until the time was right. Patience was a virtue, after all.

Willow Reid's POV

No one prepared me for the exorbitant bills I had to pay as an adult. Adding to the fucking pressure, my Mum was extremely sick, and I was stressed out about the cost of her medical care. My rent was due in a week and my sorry ass couldn't afford it, especially since I still had school loans to pay off.

I worked at a popular bar and my pay was good, but even when I worked extra shifts, it wasn't enough to cover all my expenses. I needed a lot of money, thousands of pounds specifically, and I wasn't sure how I would get it.

My eyes darted to my watch. I had only five minutes left until I had to leave Juggy Bar where I worked. Everyone had to be gone by 10. p.m., with no exceptions. That was the rule. I rushed out of the locker room where I had stripped off my uniform, grabbing my bag as I went.

As I walked to the main bar, George approached me with a big smile on his face. "You'd better get off work now, Willow - your mother doesn't have a minute to spare", he said.

I forced a chuckle "Good joke, George. I was just about to leave."

He pulled a bundle of cash from his pocket and placed it on my palm. I suspected he had added some extra tips, in addition to my daily pay.

"Try not to make a habit of staying late. You're the only worker left. It's dangerous outside" he advised with a worried look.

"I'll stop when my mum's health improves."

"How is she?" His face was laced with concern.

"She's getting better, but the bills..." I mumbled. I didn't want to explain my problems to George, for fear of seeming like a burden. He was my boss and telling him about the bills might seem like I was asking him for more help. He has done enough for my family.

"I understand." He gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "See you at work tomorrow Willow." He walked away.

I scrambled out of the bar onto the street to look for a cab to take me home. It had been a very stressful day and as much as I longed for my cozy bed, I knew I wouldn't be able to relax when I got home. I needed to stay awake throughout the night to watch Mum since I couldn't afford the best hospital for her.

I waited for what felt like an eternity until a cab finally appeared on the horizon. The cab driver was talkative, entertaining me with stories about his daily life. After he'd finished talking, he reached for an inhaler on the dashboard and inhaled deeply.

Then it struck me!

I had forgotten Mum's drugs at work!

Holy shit!

These drugs were her only chance of survival tonight, and I needed to get them, but no one went to Juggy Bar past 10. p.m. No one!

I've worked at Juggy Bar for more than a year and George warned us every day to never stay close to the bar after 10 pm. He had fired lots of employees who questioned his decision or who lurked around during those times and whenever George got angry, it wasn't a nice sight.

My palm became sweaty and itchy at the thought of getting on George's wrong side. I was going to lose my job if he found out I went back to the bar. I needed the job, but I needed my mum more. George would understand that, right? A life was at stake, he wouldn't fire me for saving my mum's life, right?

I ordered the cab man to turn back immediately. I had the extra keys with me since I was always the first to arrive every morning, so that was a relief.

In what seemed like a long drive, I eventually arrived at Juggy Bar. My legs tightened against each other as I got out of the cab and deliberated on going in.

What was the worst thing that could happen? Yeah?

I dabbled with the keys and entered the bar. It was quiet as a graveyard, it was dark too, nothing abnormal, as George made it seem. I turned on the flashlight and headed towards the locker room. I found my locker and opened it, and I was relieved to see the drugs placed carefully in the locker. At least my mum was safe for the night. I grabbed the medication ready to get out of the bar when a voice made me stop.

Voices...

I heard roars of laughter behind the curtains of the locker room, at the very end. I froze. I switched off my flashlight, my heart pounding in my chest. Someone was here, more than one person, perhaps. I knew my ears weren't playing tricks on me.

I was tempted to go peep behind the curtains to see what was happening, but my mind told me to just go home and avoid George's wrath. What if those were security guards George had hired to protect his bar? If they got hold of me and told George, he would fire me!

The voices became louder, it appeared these people, whoever they were, were having fun. I wanna eavesdrop on their conversation, curiosity was itching my nerves and I allowed it to take over me. I walked gently to the curtains and partly opened them.

Thrills ran down my spine at what I saw. My knees almost knocked, and I held the curtains for support. Several men were in the room, including George, but that wasn't the scary thing. George and some others were ripping out the flesh of an animal with their teeth. I could see blood all over their hands, mouths, and clothes.

"Deer are now more tasty than bears," George said with his mouthful.

I could swear that my head spun for about three seconds. My grip tightened on my mum's medication. I looked around the room filled with huge horrifying men. I should be out of here...these men...they were not human... They were monsters.

The room became cold, and I felt a shiver run through my skin. The men had elongated ears, flat noses, and hairy faces. Their teeth stood out with long fangs at each corner, and their eyes were an element of different colors.

Was this the secret George was trying to hide from everyone? That he wasn't a human but a monster? That couldn't be. Monsters don't exist. George was the kindest and most understanding boss I've worked with. He didn't behave like a monster. This must be a nightmare.

I wiped my sweaty face with the curtain, my legs were suddenly heavy and I couldn't move them. I felt like screaming, but I was going to end up laying myself a prey. I shouldn't have come back to Juggy Bar.

My eyes drifted to a corner where one of the men was sitting alone, unlike George and his other friends, his table was filled with roasted meats and alcohol and I watched him eat it gently. He had the same facial features as the others, but he wasn't eating a raw dead animal. He was less scary, and I was confused. If they were all the same species, why was he different? I couldn't stop staring at him. He raised his head from his food and stared into the air.

"Someone is here." He said loudly.

No. No. No. Fuck. I cursed under my breath. My heart began to race ten times faster than before. There was no way it was me he was referring to, right?

All attention went to him, and they all stopped eating the deer.

"No one is here, Luca. I made sure all my staff went home." George said, looking around.

The man, Luca, stood up with a commanding presence and an air of superiority and walked a few steps to George. "You're well aware that no one must see us this way, right?"

There was fear in George's eyes, I'd never seen him so scared. " I swear Luca, everyone went home. No one is here."

Luca grabbed George by his collar and raised him. "What if I find someone?" He growled.

George was quiet. He kept looking around, but he couldn't see me. I bet no one could see me behind this curtain too. How come this man, Luca, could sense my presence?

"Punish me," George said confidently.

"Fair enough." Luca lowered George and dusted his hands.

I leaned tighter toward the wall and reduced the space of my peep. No one would see me if I remained this way. I saw Luca raise chairs and scatter some furniture and others stared at him with panic. He was the less scary one, yet others were afraid of him.

"I smell someone here!" He growled again, a scary, angry one.

Smell? Like with his flat nose, could he smell my presence? I needed to go, I needed to leave right now! My legs were failing me, they were stiff. Luca started moving closer towards the curtains. Tears rolled down my eyes, fear had gotten the better part of me.

He didn't stop, he walked faster toward me, his nose flickering like he was confident that I was there. I prayed inwardly for a miracle, my body trembling.

"Right here", he held the curtains and at that moment my bladder ceased to function. The urine ran down my legs as he slowly opened the curtains.

I saw him. He saw me.

Our eyes met, and my whole body weakened, I wanna fall to my knees in his commanding presence. I wanna beg for mercy at his feet.

"Is anyone there, Luca?" I heard George ask from a distance.

Luca's eyes were still fixed on me. My mouth quivered as tears rolled down my cheek seeing this monster. "No." He responded to George. "It's just a mouse."

I had hoped and prayed that what I'd seen the night before was just a terrible nightmare, but it wasn't. It was all too real - the monsters that had lurked around the Juggy bar after 10 o'clock were very much real.

Maybe not all of them were complete monsters. That man, Luca, hadn't drunk fresh blood, nor eaten fresh meat. He'd seen me, yet let me go. Why had he lied about me not being there?

Why did he let me go? It was a question that haunted me.

I couldn't get the image of the hungry beasts out of my mind. I avoided George at work that day, unable to look at him in the same way. I was plagued by terrifying thoughts. What if everyone who came to the Juggy Bar were like those monsters? What if they were all part of George's pack?

"Willow!" George's shout rang in my ears and I jumped off the bar stool knocking over a glass of wine. It shattered on the counter and the scent of wine filled the air.

"Oh my, goodness. I'm so sorry George" I panicked trying to clean up the mess with a napkin.

"No. It's fine. I got this." He tried to take the napkin away from me and our hands touched. I pulled away from him instantly, my hands trembling.

His expression shifted from concern to alarm, and I was frozen in place. His warm, welcoming face I'd seen so many times was gone and replaced by the dreadful countenance of a beast.

"Are you okay, Willow?" He asked.

"Yes!" I tried to get myself back. I shouldn't make it so obvious that I was scared of him. I needed to control my emotions. "I'm so sorry, George...I zoned out."

"You've been doing a lot of that zoning out today."

"I truly apologize. Mum's health is..."

"You need to get a grip on yourself, Willow. If you keep worrying so much, you'll not get the strength to work and make money for your bills!"

"I know...I'm doing my best Boss."

He leaned closer to me and whispered. "It's all going to be over soon. Those enormous bills are going to be settled"

"Hopefully," I mumbled.

"I have a job for you. Come with me." He said. I remained in one spot, I couldn't move. There's no way I'm going anywhere with George. He ripped the flesh of a deer and drank its blood, he chewed it and swallowed it, that kind of man could eat me too. I didn't leave a note for my mum before leaving the house, if anything happened to me, how would she know?

"Why the fuck are you still standing there?"

"I'm coming." I rushed behind him. I didn't have an option. If he hadn't hurt me for more than a year that I've worked with him, I needed to keep that hope alive.

George strolled into the locker room and my heart raced even more remembering yesterday. He moved to my locker and then stopped, I stopped too glaring at him with sweaty palms and shaky legs.

What could be wrong? Did he find out?

He tilted towards me and mumbled. "This job requires you to be your very best."

"Yes.." I whispered

He moved back and he continued walking and with a loud voice he said. " I recommended you because you're the best worker here and you work very hard to make a living. Also, you have a sick mother and bills to pay." He stopped at the curtains, the same curtains that demarcated the locker room from the guest bar, yesterday's curtain.

"My very good friend will talk more about the job to you." George opened the curtains. "Luca, she's here."

My blood seized, my muscles tensed, sweat-slicked my skin, and weakness filled my bladder. Luca?? The same Luca?? No! He saw me yesterday, he fucking saw me. Why did he call me here? Did he tell George about yesterday? Did George lure me to him?

"George..i.." I tried to hold George back as he was leaving. He was my last hope.

"Don't worry, he's safe and he'll be quick," George whispered and left. Was it just me or did that sound scary? He's safe, he'll be quick?

"Come." I heard Luca say to me. I fiddled with the fabric of my clothes as I walked towards him. He was standing behind the small counter of the guest bar. I stayed at a safe distance and buried my head to the ground.

"Good evening, sir," I muttered.

"Closer," he commanded.

My feet dragged as I struggled to go closer to the counter. I thought he had saved me yesterday, but now he was back. I was in a mess, I shouldn't have resumed back to Juggy today.

I was close enough to him now, the only thing between us was the bar counter, goosebumps sprouted on my skin and I felt a drop of urine on my thighs. I raised my head to look at him, he was way different than what I had seen yesterday, but I still knew it was him, his eyes sold him out - an eye the color of a stormy sky, with flecks of silver and flecks of charcoal, like tiny raindrops. The iris is like a whirlpool, swirling with shades of dark grey, light grey, pale, and soft - I wished he didn't remember my face or what happened yesterday.

"Hello, Mousey." He said and my heart thud. He remembered. He fucking knew I was the one. He called me a mouse yesterday and now he's making the same reference. I'm in deep shit.

"Hi. Luca." I eventually said his name. The name that had been running through my mind since yesterday, I finally got to call it out in front of him.

A smirk curved on his lips for no reason when I mentioned his name, his gaze fixed directly on me. "Did you pee again, Mousey?"

I froze. It was just a drop of pee, there was no way he would have noticed like yesterday.

"I didn't." I instantly defended myself. "Why did you call me here, Mr Luca?" I wanted to pretend like we'd never met. Not like we have officially.

"I thought you would love to say something to me..." he played with his drink by stirring the cup. "...about yesterday."

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday? This is the first time I've met you, Mr Luca. I have no idea what you're talking about." I fidgeted. I failed at pretending, that was too fucking obvious.

He chuckled. Oh, his smile looked better and more human than the fangs I saw yesterday. He spoke in a confident voice and his manner was charismatic - almost intimidating too.

He took a sip of his drink and his nails tapped the counter several times. "What you saw..."

"I saw nothing..saw no one." I cut in.

"Does your boss, George scare you now?" He asked. Of course, I was scared of George now, but I was more scared of what these monsters would do to me when revealed that I had seen them yesterday.

"George doesn't scare me" I lied.

He laughed with his gaze fixed directly at me. It was adorable to watch but I didn't want him to catch me staring. "You tiny liar." He huffed in his breath and I was crazy to think that was seductive.

"In all honesty, Mr Luca, you don't have to panic, your secret is safe with me." Oh boy, I was the one panicking right now. I wanted to appear confident, but hell nah, I wasn't.

He held one of my hands that was placed on the counter and I almost pulled back in fear, but his grip was so soft it was pointless to fight it. "Instead, your secret is safe with me," he smiled.

I felt relaxed, I didn't know why or how but all my tensed muscles became calm, my sweat dried up and my heart beating steady. Maybe he wasn't the monster I thought him to be, maybe just like yesterday he wasn't a real animal eater beast like George. Maybe he was different.

Shut up, Willow. Someone who looked like this couldn't have a kind heart. He was all shades of perfection.

After staring at each other for what seemed like minutes, I broke the silence. "George said you needed me for a job. That's what I'm here for."

"He's right." He gulped his drink again and the sweet scent of wine filled the air as he spoke. "I need a maid."

"I already work at Juggy Bar. If I'm to work as..."

"It's a one-time thing." He cleared his throat. "Except you're willing to go longer than a night"

I swallowed, my mind drifting places. "I don't understand you..."

"It's nothing serious. I'll be attending a family dinner tonight, I do not trust other maids to serve me, so I need mine."

He must be kidding. "And you trust me?"

"Yes." His response was concise.

I didn't trust any of his words. After what I witnessed yesterday, these people were not humans and it would be a huge risk to believe him. "If you can't trust your family maid, why would you trust a total stranger?"

"You're not a stranger, Mousey. You saw the real me yesterday." He snickered, glancing at my lips for a few seconds.

This sounded like a trap.

"I'm sorry, I cannot do it" I bit my lip in some sort of regret. George recommended me and I felt horrible about letting him down, but I needed to save myself from these beasts first, what if George was in on this plan to get me eaten like the deer?

As I turned to walk away, Luca stopped me. "How long have you been working at Juggy?"

"A year and some months. Why?" I turned around.

"How much have you earned in total?" He asked. I raised my brows at his funny question.

"I don't know..." I muttered, my brain making calculations instantly. "...about forty thousand pounds. Big flex by the way to have achieved much in the tiniest amount of time." I bragged.

"Fair. I'll double that for you." He gulped his drink completely and dropped the glass.

My jaw dropped but I couldn't help but laugh. "Good joke, Mr Luca."

"Too little? Okay triple."

"Wait...no..are you kidding me?" I shouted.

He brought out a black card from his pocket and placed it on the counter. "You are allowed to withdraw some of the money before the job"

I stared at him dead in the eyes, he was serious, and there was no form of joke in his facial features. I looked down at the card, his name was boldly embossed on it- Luca Carver. This was the miracle I was praying for! I would be fucking rich! Just one night! All that money!

This seemed too good to be true. Was this a bait? Is this a way of firing me from Juggy and leaving me stranded? Were they paying me off? Does this Luca beast want to feed me to his friends?

I don't want to seem too excited, but I can't help it. Mum was going to get a good hospital, my school loans would be paid, rent too, and other debts and then I get to spend my earnings like a normal adult.

"Look, Mr Luca, this is a trap. No one pays that high for a one-night job. I know you're looking for a way to punish me for walking in on you last night, but I promise, I don't care what animal you and George are. I just wanna protect my job."

He laughed. "You mesmerize me, Mousey."

I still found it hard to believe and I pinched myself to see if this was happening. It was.

"Is the money real?" I asked.

"Try the card, Mousey." He stepped away from the counter and moved closer to me, he was way bigger than me so I had to look up to meet his eyes. "A ride will be waiting for you at the front of your porch by 8 pm," he said and walked out before I could catch my breath.