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Maiden's Lair

Prologue

The night was young as the carriage halted in front of an exquisite building called The Maiden's Lair, a brothel for women. It is a house where women could visit male prostitutes. I eyed its exterior here inside of the carriage I was riding at. I saw some female nobles who were entering that building with their extravagant gowns.

"We have arrived, Lady Novalie." I nodded from Sharon's words.

Basil, the coachman, opened the carriage door and guided me to go down by using the mountain steps. I arched my eyebrow at him before I rolled my eyes.

"Wait for me there until I am finished with my business here," I said in my unfriendly tone.

Basil nodded and bowed. "Yes, Luna. As you wish."

I took my strides towards the entrance as I bestowed my invitation to the doorman. I glanced at Sharon when the doorman glared at her. "She's with me," I said.

He nodded before he ushered me inside. I came to see the woman who was in her Centenarian, shaking hands with the other fellow nobles. Then her eyes darted on me.

A small grin appeared on her lips as she approached me. "Well, well... Viscountess Westervelt, it has been a while," she greeted me.

I curtsied before her as I grinned. "Greetings to you, too, Marchioness Gelen Carrat. And I'd prefer to be called Viscountess Novalie Argerich," I said with a matter of politeness and bitterness. There was no way I would bear my scoundrel husband's surname, Westervelt. I'd prefer to use my maiden name.

The marchioness chuckled. "Of course, Viscountess Argerich." She winked. "So, what brings you here again in my den? It looks like Viscount Reginald doesn't know how to make you happy again." She grinned meaningfully.

"You bet." I scoffed, lifting my upper lip to form a smirk.

There was still one more reason why I kept on coming here. And yes, to find some men who could satisfy my happiness.

I glanced at the poster plastered in the wall before I returned my attention to Marchioness Gelen as she ushered me to one of the private chambers they had. "You're commencing a slave auction for tonight?" I asked with interest.

"Hmm?" She bestowed me a teasing look. "Will you be interested to watch and participate in the auction, Viscountess Argerich?"

I silenced for a moment and thought of it. I could enjoy having men around me and at the same time, watch the slave auction rather than staying only in the private chamber and enjoy some erotic nights with male prostitutes.

"Grant me a private seat and two males," I stated but didn't answer her question.

I could almost see her eyes sparkling with gold coins before she nodded. "Of course. I can do that. And as for this lady you were with, shall I grant her a seat, too?"

"No," I said coldly. "She's only a thing, an assistant, must I say." Or rather, she was under Father's control. I almost rolled my eyes.

"How cold," she remarked and chuckled. "I shall tell my personnel for the private seat you wanted. Follow me." She winked at me and unfolded her fan after she bestowed us a masquerade mask and a paddled number for me which I will use for later. She even wore her masquerade mask.

Though she didn't need to do that because a lot of nobles already knew that the Marquess and Marchioness Carrat owned two establishments that involved illegal human trafficking and prostitution. Maiden's Lair, a brothel for women, and Bachelor's Den, a brothel for men, are the names of their underground businesses. It was just that no one dared to report to the Alpha King that something was going illegal here because they also benefit here to fool around.

If you are not with your fated mate because you were forced to marry one who isn't your mate after all because of having no noble status, a lot of people came here to release their stress about their failing marriage.

We arrived in an enormous underground chamber that screamed an erotic and seductive atmosphere. The red dim light added more spice to the surroundings and a sensual melody was being played all over the chamber. I spotted some male prostitutes already serving their very best services for the ladies and women right here who were also wearing some masquerade masks. Some of them were already taking their drinks and giggling with the hot kisses on their necks.

My eyes darted to the platform that was filled with the auctioneer and a male slave was presented in the front. Some of the women here were taking a high toll to bid so they could have that male slave in their hands.

Every pack here in the Sowinski Kingdom didn't mind if a noble family had a slave under their care. As long as they abide by the rules of the Alpha, the leader of the pack, they are still bound by it regardless of whether they were not a pack member or not.

I halted for a moment when I came to smell a faint alluring scent of woody musk fragrance around the place. I looked for where it came from but I couldn't find it.

"This way, lady noble."

I turned my head to see Marchioness Carrat gesturing for an empty seat located in the middle. I went straight there and checked if I would be able to see the view here.

It's actually not that bad. I could still see and hear what they were doing and saying. And this place gave me a little privacy for my little fun later.

"As for choosing your two men, would you like to come with me in the parlor room for a while?" she asked in a condescending smile.

I glanced at Sharon. "Stay here. I'll be right back." Sharon nodded and obeyed my command. Then I followed Marchioness Carrat after that.

The parlor room... It is a room filled with handsome and desirable male prostitutes. You get to choose who you want to fool around with for tonight.

It has the same interior design just like the chamber where they were drinking and conducting an auction. The hallways were clad with carpeted red walls and wall lamps. They were some gold intricate designs marked in the walls that bestowed a sensual and arousal feeling.

"Pick your choices," she said when she showed me the inside of the parlor room.

All of the men here were bare chested and half-naked with their trousers on. If I could surmise how many there were here, it must be probably more than thirty men. More noble ladies customers were coming later so I am very sure all of these men would be busy later.

"That man." I pointed to the man with a bulk body and a low fade haircut for his black hair. He had a beard as well that added spice to him. He stepped forward and bowed before me. "Name," I ordered.

"My name is Jehan, my lady," he said politely.

I nodded my head and roamed around my eyes. "And you. Step forward." I was referring to the man who has a muscled lean body with an undercut hairstyle for his dark blonde hair. "Name."

"Peru is my name, my lady," he said with a bow.

I nodded and looked at Marchioness Gelen who had a teasing smile on her face. "I want them on my table." That's all I said before I returned to my seat.

"I have ordered your favorite drink, ale, Lady Novalie," Sharon said the moment I sat down and started untying the back of my gown to expose my neck and shoulders.

"Very well," I said coldly. My eyes landed on the five mugs of ale on the table. I landed my eyes on the platform where they were announcing the bidding and who won on it. "How many male slaves will they present tonight?" I asked her.

Before Sharon could answer, Jehan and Peru came to each of my sides. I smirked and pulled their heads in the corners of my neck. I want their scents to linger around me so Reginald would know that I wasn't kidding that I would fool around him under his watch.

It's a great night to argue with him and spout sneer remarks at him. I have a great marriage with that man.

"They said that there will be another ten more male slaves they are going to present, Lady Novalie," she answered.

I moaned as a response when Jehan licked my earlobe while Peru sucked my shoulder before he went down on his knees and lifted my gown skirt. I watched Peru with a smirk when he looked up at me and dove in the apex of my thighs. I released a moan again from that. Jehan took that as a chance to expose my breast and suck my nipple.

I sighed in contentment. Hoping that tonight, Reginald would decide to divorce our marriage before he could ever find his mate. He couldn't just divorce me no matter what. I kept on pursuing him so I kept fooling around under this marriage and waited for him to explode from my actions that provoked him.

That bastard... I couldn't endure him even for just a second.

I was fine to execute my Luna duties than being a wife to a scoundrel husband that wasn't even my mate who even cared for his noble status only. He's more of a jerk that I always found annoying for my own good.

I was enjoying my night with these two men who kept giving me the pleasure that I wanted but I couldn't be satisfied just with them. It felt strange that I didn't find any excitement but they were just a mere toy of mine, pleasuring their master. Even Reginald didn't make me feel pleasurable excitement whenever he forced me to fulfill my duty as his wife.

I sighed and got to smell a scent of a combination of cedarwood, pink pepper, and citrusy lemon. It was totally alluring and making my wolf feel giddy all of a sudden.

"Our very last male slave for tonight, our special final product with a natural physique body who can do the work in your household and even in one of the nights you are craving for. He came from a dishonored pack who was now dissolved and was taken over by the new Alpha. He is an Omega who will obey always to his master."

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