My leopard is clawing at my insides to be let free. I only allow this once a month when I let her get her fix of hunting and roaming. Unfortunately, I can’t shift around other shifters because of the anomaly I was born with. I learned from my first shift, that I have the ability to paralyze other living creatures with my saliva. It holds some sort of pathogen that keeps them immobilized. Not only that, but I’ve got the added bonus of having superhuman strength when I’m in my human form. Learned this when I accidentally pulled a fucking tree out of the ground, roots and all. It wouldn’t have been so bad except it was one of those huge-ass trees that shaded most of our property. Thankfully, Olga put a spell on it and it survived despite my attempt to turn it into toothpicks and kindling.
I just want to live a quiet life. No fuss, no muss. I don’t want a mate; from what I’ve seen of relationships, it’s messy and involves too many emotions, which aren’t my forte. Through my parents’ demise, I learned not to trust in love and all that bullshit. Unfortunately, it seems as though I have no say-so in the matter.
“Fucking meddling witches,” I mutter exasperatedly as I turn, dismissing Olga to head outside. I tear my clothes from my body and allow my leopard to take over.
1
Lux
One day. One fucking day and I’m counting down the hours until my twenty-second birthday. Life is going to change for me come tomorrow, and all I want to do is bury myself in the last piece of free pussy I can and drown my sorrows away with a liter of Jack Daniels. “Breezy,” I call out to my favorite side piece. “My room, five minutes,” I issue the order without stating anything further. She bounces on the balls of her feet before hauling her tight ass up to my room. Might as well have one final hoorah before my life is no longer my own. Taking the cap off the bottle in my hand, I tilt my head back and swallow several long gulps of the liquid fire. Enjoying the burn, I turn in my seat and follow the busty brunette up to my room. One last romp, then my dick will ultimately and forever be owned by one woman. God, I hope she’s not a fucking stick in the mud. Hopefully, she’s not ugly as sin. I’d hate to have to put a bag over my mate’s head in order to fuck her.
“Wake up, Breezy. Time for you to take your exit,” I say, waking her up by slapping her ass.
“Sleepy,” she mumbles, trying to snuggle back into my bed.
“Out, Breezy. You’ve done what you’re meant to do. Time to get the fuck outta my room.” These bitches think they own you if you give them an inch, and not to brag or anything, but she always gets a solid nine of ‘em out of me. “Now, Breezy! Don’t make me have you thrown out.” I desperately need a shower to wash the stench of last night off my body.
“Fine, I’m up. What has you in such a pissy mood?” she angrily asks as she steps into her skirt.
“None of your fucking business,” I snarl. “Now get gone.” I don’t know if I necessarily believe what Helga said, but if what she told me is true, I don’t want this skank in my bed if and when my mate starts talking to me. According to Helga, we’ll have an instant link and my mate doesn’t need to know I was throwing myself one helluva pity party that included easy pussy and booze. I think that’s a secret I’ll take to my grave.
Once she leaves and I lock my door, I head into the shower to try and clear my head. I’ve still got a few hours left to sleep, but Breezy’s perfume is too cloying for me to do so comfortably. The alcohol helped earlier, but now that I’ve metabolized it, all I can smell is some nasty dime store shit. I sure hope my mate doesn’t wear scents, but if she does, I’ll make sure she gets the better shit. Nothing worse than being congested because a bitch has to bathe in cheap perfume. Done with my shower, I head back and flop down on the bed, my thoughts swirling.
“Hello? Who are you?” A feminine voice calls out in my mind.
“The fuck!” I bellow, sitting straight up in my bed.
“Um, I don’t know who you are, but I couldn’t care less about the skank that you just kicked out of your bed. Whoever you are, go away, I was trying to sleep before you shot that image in my brain. She’s a… treat.” Is this bitch talking shit to me? Who the fuck does she think she is?
“Who are you? Answer me now, these are private thoughts.”
“Then you should keep them private and not project them to me,” she says in a snarky tone.
“I wasn’t projecting anything,” I snarl.
“Then why am I seeing a rumpled bed?” I glance around to make sure there are no hidden cameras. It’d be like my brothers to try and punk me since it’s my birthday. I don’t see anything suspicious or out of place, but this bitch’s mention of the rumpled bed reminds me that I need to change my sheets.
“Are you a fucking spy, bitch? Who the fuck do you work for? What witch do you know that cast this spell on me?” I’m beginning to get up, walking to the bathroom
