Chapter 26: They’re All The Same

Astrid’s POV

No one was watching us. The guards had been long gone by the time Ethan started talking to me. He spoke through the cell door, which had openings running from top to bottom ... wide enough to fit his hand through.

"You’re not naive. I know that now, based on everything that’s been discovered about you," Ethan said.

"Everyone is naive, Mr. Allen. We’re all newcomers to something," I replied.

"But not to what I’m about to tell you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He opened social media and began showing me everything happening in Bloodmoon.

Draven and I had gone viral.

"Astrid Ironheart is a whore! She took her sister’s mate! Couldn’t be satisfied with her own" ... that was one of the headlines.

People were making videos dissecting the scandal that had just broken out. Ethan showed me snippets of it all.

"For now it’s still contained in Bloodmoon. In the next six hours it’ll reach the whole of Morvaine ... and then the entire world," he said.

I shook my head. I was so disappointed in myself.

This wasn’t how I wanted to go viral. I hadn’t been completely in the dark before all of this happened ... people knew who I was ... but this shit had painted my image as a bitch and a whore who stole her sister’s mate.

And I was about to be killed in four days. I would be forever remembered as the wolf who died because of infidelity and betrayal.

That was a terrible legacy to leave behind.

"You said you had a solution. What is it, Mr. Allen?"

He looked me over from head to toe, sizing me up.

"I can overturn the decision by speaking to the Alpha. He owes me a favour. If that doesn’t work, I can arrange exile ... somewhere no one will ever find you. You’d be alive, and no one would ever look at you like a traitor again."

It looked like light at the end of a very dark tunnel. A smile almost crept onto my face, but I held it back. I hadn’t heard the price yet.

Ethan Allen was a dirty minister. Fuck him. They were all the same ... every single one of them, chasing self-gratification.

"What’s the price?" I asked.

"You’re a smart wolf. You know nothing comes free." He paused. "Can I confess something? I’m very attracted to your perfectly shaped body."

He looked at me with hungry eyes and licked his lips.

I knew exactly where this was heading. I wouldn’t be any different from what they were already calling me. But anything for freedom.

"You’re in love with my hourglass shape, aren’t you? You want a taste of this, don’t you?" I bent forward slightly, giving him a view of my cleavage and the curve of my hips.

I watched his body respond immediately.

"One condition, Minister ... you get Draven freed too. I can’t watch him die."

"Hmm." He considered it. "I can’t guarantee that, but I can make sure he doesn’t face death. The worst would be exile. That’s the most I can promise."

"Deal?"

He nodded.

"Tonight at 8pm, I’ll get you out of here," he said, and then he left.

I stood there for a moment after he walked away.

What exactly was I thinking? Did he plan to conduct business through a prison door? That man’s mind worked in filthy, creative ways.

I sat back down alone in the cell. The reality of what I had become slowly settled over me like a cold fog.

A person who would do anything to get what she wanted.

First, I had cost my sister her home. Now I was willing to use my body to buy my freedom.

I told myself I wasn’t betraying Draven ... he wasn’t my betrothed mate, so he had no claim over me. I was doing this for the both of us.

I was so consumed by thoughts of freedom that I didn’t even notice when 8pm arrived. A guard came and opened the cell door. He wasn’t one of the faces I’d grown used to seeing during my time locked up.

"Walk quietly to the left and wait just outside," he said.

I obeyed.

A car sat waiting right there. I heard the locks click open. It had to be Mr. Allen.

His car was something else ... a sleek sports car built for two, the kind only the truly influential drove in those days. It announced power without saying a word.

I walked up to it and got in.

There he was, watching me with those same hungry eyes, still licking his lips.

What followed was a transaction ... cold, deliberate, and entirely on my terms.

He didn’t even waste time. He just reclined his seat to the back and it went a lot behind. Enough to give me space.

"Common hot wolf, you’re the finest I’ve seen, let’s just say this is what I get for having something to offer"

He pulled down his pants. His dick was already out.

I headed over to him. Stooped down in the car and began sucking his dick with all my energy.

Come hear a grown wolf moan so loud like he was being pierced with a syringe.

I stroked and sucked his dick like candy as a non amateur that I was.

It got to a point, he told me to undress in his car. I did. I kept sucking his dick. It was really big. He wasn’t a novice fucker.

He began pressing at my breasts as I did all that.

"Ahh Ahh oooh oooh" is what I could hear from him all the while.

His windows were closed so none could hear from outside.

"Common turn" he told me as he began to fuck me in the reclining seat of his sports car.

Doggy style never felt better. Especially when what followed after was freedom.

He fucked me like master. He must have a wife at home.

I could feel his dick inside me. "Ahh Ahh" my moans were subtle. Which made him increase the pace of his stroking.

"Ooooh yes it feels good, go faster" I told him. He obeyed.

What audacity from me! I was supposed to be pleasing him and now I was the one asking for premium sex!

He turned me the other way around. Raising my left leg up and kept thrusting into me. I could feel myself reaching my peak. I was about to squirt. Which I did.

He kept thrusting and moaning. This time his moans began to sound like growls.

His precum was about to come, I could feel it from the way he was moaning.

I quickly removed his dick from my pussy and sucked at it with all zest left in me.

He pumped his cum into my mouth and I swallowed it!

We layed back at his reclining seats after a satisfying fuck.

Heavy gasps from us both filled the soundproof space of his car.

He kept rubbing at my breasts.

"Do you have a wife?" I asked.

Still sweating, he said, "Yes. But she doesn’t fuck as good as you."

I smiled. The kind of smile you wear when you’ve just won a lottery you weren’t even sure you’d entered.

"You don’t deserve to be in prison," he said. "You’re too sweet to die. I’ll free you ... don’t worry."

I smiled even more.

My freedom was no longer a maybe. It was a matter of hours.