The Golden Wolf, Rizonne Alexander [each kindness read aloud .TXT] 📗

The Golden Wolf

By Rizonne Alexander

Chapter 1

Lyra’s POV

I woke up with my head banging and my body feeling as if it was thrown with petrol and set alight. I was blinded by the sun peeking through the blinds as I turned onto my other side on the couch. Last night was one of those nights where I just did not give a fuck. Holding onto my head, I sat up. I reached to the glass table in front of me and pulled it closer to take my morning hit. My body was aching and I needed to get my mind cleared. I lined up the pulls perfectly and snorted up everything falling with my back onto the couch rest taking a deep breath and letting everything go. I heard the toilet flush and immediately propped up, who the fuck was in my flat? I thought. The door flew open and out walks a guy. “Morning sleepyhead, slept alright?” he chirped. Oh yes, now I remember, the guy I picked up from the casino. “Hi Matt, right?” I murmured under my breath hoping I was correct. “No, it’s Steve for the 7th time!” he responded irate. “Look thank you for the night, you a really good fucker and I hope to hook up again.” He said walking out the front door. “Yeah whatever dude, and that would be very unlikely!” I shouted hoping he would hear. I got up from the couch to the bathroom, damn my bladder was full probably from all that beer of last night. Beggars can’t be choosers when you offered free alcohol whole night. I filled the bath tub up and got out some clean clothes and lingerie. I climbed in and soaked up the warmth that tingled at my skin and the calmness it brought upon my heightened senses.

My name is Lyra, I was kicked out of my pack and now I’m hooked on sex and drugs to ease my pain. I never asked for this but because I could not find my mate I was the female Omega and got abused for many years. Before the drugs and the nightlife, whenever I closed my eyes I felt the burning of my flesh as my Alpha pierced his canines into my body. I would feel the cracking of my ribs as I was flown against a tree or whatever it may be. The thing with wolves is that finding your mate is sacred, you become a full wolf and respected. My mate? No clue at all. One day after a beating because I did not bring the supper fast enough, I waited till the pack was sleeping until I escaped. Escaping is not easy when you belong to a pack, whether you are the lowest rank or the highest. You will be found and can be found. How I got away was a miracle done by a witch I befriended, her name is Ameena Cortze. She heard my cries for many nights, days and moons. She casted a cloaking spell so that I could not be traced and once she did that, I ran and never looked back. The front door flew open breaking my trail of horror. “Lyra! I brought some breakfast!” Joanne shouted. “Argh” I groaned knowing the bitch is about to give me another speech. Joanne is a distant cousin that somehow tracked me to Las Vegas, she has been all mommy about me. I know it’s all care and love but I’m grown too. “I’m getting out of the tub, I will be with you shortly!” I shouted back to her while getting out and hurrying to get dressed. I heard her clearing up the counter, I could hear she was pissed because of the plates been thrown into the sink. “Joanne, my cutlery did nothing wrong to you. Good morning.” I said. “I don’t know why you can’t think for yourself and just realise that you are going to die if you continue this, look how this damn place looks! You need to start getting over the shit that happened to you okay. Every wolf has a mate meaning yours is still out there Lyra but you won’t find him while you are sitting here rotting your life away” she said sounding as if she was begging. I stood against the door frame with my arms crossed. “You done now?” I said huffing back at her. My eye caught the mirror from across the room. My hair was thinned out and my body was frail. I know I was in a bad state, probably worse than my pack days but fuck I don’t care. Nobody will understand. “Joanne, I have told you many times that your talks might seem easy, but it’s not and I will not continue this conversation anymore. Thank you for the breakfast.” I said sitting down at the table. “So, what is the plans for the day Lyra?” Joanne asked joining me at the table. “Same old I guess, nothing new.” I responded. “Why don’t we go out shopping? You could do with a new wardrobe. Frank left his credit card with me while he was away on pack meetings with the elders.” She said. “Joanne, when last did you hear from my father?” I asked. The silence deafened the atmosphere by that question. She looked at me with saucer sized eyes. “Why would you ask such a question? You know we don’t speak of him.” She stated. “I know yes but you are part of his pack and his your Alpha.” I responded. Many years ago, when I was about 14 years old, my father banished me off The Creek. All my life I was the Omega. The runt. I never forgave him for what he had done and I don’t think I will ever. When he banished me, the pack that I escaped from trapped me in the dark forest. At first, I thought it was a saving until I striked doom again. I remember my father’s last words to me – My daughter I love you but you are too weak for my pack. No matter how much I pleaded or cried, he banished me. My whole life I have been insecure, abused and not accepted, so why should I even attempt to change? I’m enjoying this life. The men want my body, they crave it when I move. They enjoy the way I arch my back with every orgasm and with every cum that exits my body. “Maybe there is a small part of me that would assume he would want me back.” I replied. “You know that will not happen but I still believe that you carry the gift Lyra. Nobody in the pack has come forth with it.” She proclaimed. “Well it still hasn’t shown itself in me after so many years.” I said. “Don’t you think you could be deafening it by the drug? Your emotional roller-coaster? It has been three years now since you escaped the Yeeler pack. Don’t you think you can at least try? Even its for one week. One week of healing, no drugs, no sex.” She asked. “That sounds like a lot of work.” I said sighing, crossing my arms leaning in my chair. “You really believe in me hey? you have been on my case at least three times a month for the past three years after you found me.” I stated. “Well yes Lyra, your blood runs through mine and as much as what I am linked to your dad, I do care and love you too. I just want you happy and healthy.” She said pleading. Joanne got up and walked towards the door, “Think about it at least okay.” She said and walked out the door. I stared at the door that closed behind her and took another sigh. I got up and started clearing the place up. While I was cleaning up the left-over cocaine, in the back of my head I pictured myself reigning, forming my own pack and being Queen. I stood in daze but then I looked down at my hands, my frail fingers and shook off every thought of it. I don’t think I would or could ever make it that far. I shook out the scatter cushions and cleared up the sink in the kitchen. Once I was done with everything I poured a glass of whiskey and took a cigarette and sat on the sofa again. With every pull I took my body ached, I was sick. I know it but how do I get out of this? How do I heal from years of rejection and abuse? Fuck it I thought and got up. Grabbed my bag and keys and left the apartment. I got into the driveway and saw a truck unloading boxes, probably some new tenant moving into the block. I got into my car and drove off. I made my way to the casino again. I pulled up and walked through the back into the girl’s room. “Hey girls!” I shouted over the loud music. The first shift of girls was getting done for their performance. “Lyra! Wow you are alive!” Deena joke. “Hahaha Deena, brilliant joke.” I replied. “No seriously, you were high as fuck last night, I honestly thought you would OD with all that alcohol as well. You should be careful girl. I know this is an escape but I’m sure you don’t want to die.” She said. “Deena, you don’t even know half of my shit. Where is Carryn? I want to do some over time today. I have nothing else planned till tonight.” I stated. “She’s in the foyer I think, I saw her last in that area.” She responded. I turned around and left the dressing room making my way through the bar and the small crowd of creepy old guys waiting for the first performance of the day. I took the flight of stairs down and crossed over into the foyer. Carryn stood at the reception welcoming some tourists over. She is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Tall and slender, her dresses always hugged every curve that she had. Her breasts plumped up almost reaching her chin and her black straight hair aligned perfectly like a puzzle with her facial structure. I walked up to her once the tourists left. “Lyra! Hey girl, you good?” she greeted me. “Hey Carryn, look can I do some overtime? I have nothing planned until tonight and I could do with the extra cash.” I asked her. “Yeah sure, but wait till the first performance is done, you can just fill in the open spaces between the performances until your shift tonight.” She said. “Thank you Carryn, it means so much to me.” I replied and made my way back to the girls dressing room. I opened my wardrobe and picked out my outfit. I think I should go a bit dark today, yes, I’m feeling dark I thought to myself. I took out my leather high waisted hot pants with matching string bra that only covers my nipples. I added my black whip with choker, leash and included my thigh high leather boots. I did my make up while I waited for the first round of dancers to finish. I could hear the creepy old perverts cheering and half-drunk already. The moment I finished up my make-up the dancers ended their first round and entered the room. I heard the MC start making the announcement and I got ready for the stage making my way through the girls. Please give a round of applause for your favourite, our favourite LYRA!!!!!!! Mike the MC shouted. I