Chapter 4: Hate Part 1

“Las Vegas?”

“You have three casinos there. I want to get to know each of them and...”

“Don't look at me like that, Anna!” All asked with a smile as she undressed him with a look.

It had been seven months since they had met and now she believed she loved him and her desire was insatiable. He liked knowing that, of course. It was good for the ego of a man his age to have a beautiful young woman who worshipped and desired him, but he feared that before long, he would no longer be enough for her. He never imagined that he would fall in love at that age, let alone that she would fall in love with him. He couldn't have sex with her. There was something about her that inspired in him the desire to offer her much more than he had intended. All came to love her with the affection of a father. She dreamed that she would marry him, and then he would complete and consummate the final act of sex. What the poor young woman didn't realize was that behind him, there was a pack of werewolves waiting for her to be put in the green house, and he was looking for an alternative to that situation, but he was running out of time. The werewolves were getting impatient and because of his hesitation, they were even more curious. And with no intention of increasing the werewolves' curiosity, he was researching a university, so that he could send her when his son's eyes weren't watching.

Anna got up from the sofa, where she had a photo album of All in her hands, and began to undress, while staring at him defiantly. Anna admired his resistance to having sex with her, but sometimes believed there was something wrong with her. All was famous for having many women, despite being married, and she had never heard of any of them being spared from his fantasies.

He smiled and cradled her in his arms as she approached and kissed her softly, as always.

“You're wonderful, Anna... I'm so sorry I can't give you more...”

“You already give me everything I need, All.” She said as they began a conversation full of promises for the future.

...

The trip to Las Vegas was full of joy and life. Allister felt young next to Anna. She was able to awaken in him the desire to experience things that he had been deprived of because of his position and the obligation to always be an example. She made him feel that his age was no barrier to him enjoying the pleasures that the world offered to the wealthy. That's why he traveled with her to every city she whispered in his ear.

Allister couldn't say no to her, nor did he want to deny anything to someone who gave him so much happiness. It was something he had never experienced. Something he considered unlikely. Happiness just to be by someone's side. He knew that despite his age, he probably still had longer to live than Anna herself, and he didn't like the idea of seeing her old, frail and unprotected.

He took a bottle of wolf drink that was reserved in the casino especially for him, and drank it all, while they lay on a table in the casino that he had closed so that he could be alone with Anna. He immediately felt sick. Someone had poisoned him. But only werewolves knew how to do that and he thought of his youngest son. But he didn't have much time. Before he collapsed, he managed to get a card out of his wallet and handed it to Anna. He felt his body go limp.

Frightened, Anna called the ambulance with the number on the card he had given her, while begging him to hold on and crying next to Allister, who flashed a weak smile as she held him with difficulty.

“What are you feeling?” She asked with tears falling unstoppably down her face.

“Pain.” He said with difficulty.

“The ambulance is coming. Please don't die!”