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Wolfe’s den

By:C.M. Steele



Chapter 1—Catherine


I opened the webpage to my email for the hundredth time since I woke up. Again, there was nothing there. No job offers or even rejection emails. There was just nothing. I had to check to make sure my internet was still working. It was about to be cut off if I didn’t get a job soon. I only had enough money for the other important bills. Food was even limited.

I hit the job board, but there wasn’t anything; no new opportunities listed. When you’re a twenty-one-year-old college dropout, jobs aren’t plentiful as it is. With my newly ruined reputation, it was ten times harder. So I decided to surf the net while I still had it.

I was browsing for about ten minutes when a sponsored ad showed up on the sidebar of my Facebook page displaying a family resort opening soon. It looked inviting, so I checked out. I clicked the link and immediately felt at home. The main building was a large wooden building, really a massive log cabin. It reminded me of a lavish ski resort my parents used to take me to when they weren’t ashamed of me.

As of late I was persona non grata in their eyes. They cut me off, unless I was planning on doing some heavy ass-kissing which wasn’t in my repertoire. I wanted to call my parents, but they were out of town again, not that they had time for me. I didn’t want to grovel back to them with my tail between my legs after telling them that I didn’t need their money to make it.

My phone buzzed with a text from my good for nothing ex-boyfriend. He was the reason I lost my last job three months ago and couldn’t manage to land another. Evan, the prick, came in to my job at the only expensive restaurant in this shit college town and shouted at the top of his lungs that I was nothing but a cock tease and was having an affair with my boss and that’s why I supposedly wouldn’t sleep with him. I was fired on the spot. Word spread like wildfire and I couldn’t land a job anywhere.

Cat, babe. I need you to forgive me. I love you. Please

This was his millionth useless apology. Loved me, my ass. What did he think I would do—just forgive him for ruining my name in a matter of two of his drunken frat boy days? After the restaurant incident he went around town fucking broads and sending pics to my phone. He was disgusting, and I didn’t know why I’d ever dated him. I just sent him a text to fuck off.

After tuning out the asshole and forgetting I had parents, I turned back to the faux rustic looking resort called Wolfe’s Den. They boasted to having thirty suites that looked out at the Cascade Mountains. Many of the shots were taken in general locations around the town and the outside of the resort. The panoramic shot taken inside one of the suites was spectacular. The one thing that my eyes took in was the slightest bit of a reflection. Either it was really him or I was now completely certifiable. It couldn’t be him because my dream lover was a figment of my wild romance book filled imagination.

I kept looking at the image to see if I could make out more of his features. I enlarged my browser to 300 times magnification, but it became blurry and pixilated. His hauntingly beautiful blue orbs did manage to stay clear. I drowned in his blue gaze until I caught my eyes in the computers reflection. Taking it back down to regular size, I noticed that my nightly lover was standing next to a woman with bare slender legs, who was the person behind the camera. Jealousy wrapped around my heart, squeezing it frightfully. It started beating so erratically that I thought it would explode.

Needing to look away, I clicked on “About Us” section. There wasn’t much about the Grey Corporation. It was owned by the Grey family, who had lived in the area since the 1700’s. They were trying to expand their small community by adding a source of revenue for the locals. Next I looked for employment opportunities, but there wasn’t anything listed. The resort wasn’t opening for another month or so; perhaps they just hadn’t put the online application up yet, or they were old school and wanted paper applications. The only contact information was phone number. I called it and it was just a voicemail box, so I pathetically begged to be hired.

After leaving that mess of a message, I wanted to cry at how things had changed so abruptly for me. It all started about six months ago. I started having these crazy dreams involving the most attractive and huge man I’d ever seen. They engulfed my mind and body, and I woke up physically drained every day. My day became all about him. It was as if he was real.

My beastly giant man would touch me, tease my body to cum for him. Every night I would wake up several times from the feel of his teeth nipping at my flesh. My nightly demon wouldn’t say a word as he made his way to me, climbed up my body, his eyes never leaving mine, and tasted my skin. The only time he spoke was when he claimed me with his very well-endowed cock. It must have been the surrealistic feel of dreams that made him seem so large in every way because he was well over six and a half feet tall.

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