Casper
I missed the old Lilith.
Her new version began to bother me.
Unlike those days when she used to be a hard nut to crack, unwilling to bend to my rules despite being my staff pulled me closer to her.
But these days, she acts cold and distant.
Her phone was always with her, even if she was going to the bathroom.
Her room was extra tidy.
Although her room was never messy. These days, it bothered me that she was hiding something in her room.
Her secretive nature was worrisome, and her absent-mindedness began to scare me.
Didn’t she like the new development that we were mates?
Wasn’t that what she wanted?
To have her wolf so that she can identify with the werewolves and live happily with her mate?
What more did she want?
I gave her everything, and I was willing to do more if only she opened up to me.
She never let me know about her family, including her sick mother.
She never bothers to ask me to assist her in sorting some of the bills. I understood that she didn’t want to be a burden, but I couldn’t bear watching her wallowing in debt.
She wanted to be with me, but all of a sudden, she needed space and suggested we take things slow.
The manner she left the house filled me with suspicion.
My thoughts were to send men to track her whereabouts, but I declined.
I would deal with the situation under my nose before moving to the next step.
Tightening my fingers against the knob, I turned it gently, pushing it and walking into her room.
Whatever Lilith hid in her room would be exposed today.
I wouldn’t leave until I found the reason she had been buried in her room for days.
Surprise swept through me as I shut the door behind me, taking a few steps.
I halted in my steps, scanning the tidy room as my eagle eyes searched for the tiniest details.
“Stop snooping around. Her room is her privacy,” Max scolded me, disapproving of my idea of searching. But nothing could stop me.
It ends now.
I wouldn’t leave until I’ve found the reason she never leaves her room.
I could feel streams of jealousy, oozing out of me.
“I will tell her it was your silly idea when she caught you snooping and getting all mad,” he warned, reclining back in the darkest part of my head.
“Whatever,” I replied boredly, rolling my eyes as I squatted to check beneath the bed.
It was covered in gross darkness.
Switching the torchlight, I scanned the area, but nothing seemed out of place or piqued my interest.
But it wasn’t over.
Placing the torch light on her nightstand, I peeled the sheets, digging my fingers at the tight edge of the bed to check for anything odd.
Still nothing.
My hands swept through her drawers, and I scanned the bathroom.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, trickling down my face as tiredness began to hit me.
Yawning wearily, I turned to leave, hating myself for not trusting her enough.
I was about to push the door open, but my instincts drove me to give the room one final glance before exiting.
Obeying, my brows furrowed in curiosity when my eyes landed on a dark piece of clothing slipping out of her wardrobe.
Resuming my search as I felt a surge of energy, I walked towards it, pulling it out gently and observing the piece of cloth.
“Seriously? Are you now suspicious of her clothes? What is wrong with you, Casper? Should our mate walk around naked because of your sudden insecurity?” Max’s taunting voice resounded in my head.
But that was the least I bothered about.
Raising the cloth to examine it properly, I recognized the lingerie.
Curiosity took over me as I felt an outpour of deja vu, slapping me hard.
I remained in the position for the next 3 minutes, racking my brain to recollect the last place I saw this lingerie.
“This is ridiculous, Casper. There are millions of these lingerie being sold to the public. The lingerie wasn’t exclusively designed for her?”
“Shut up, Max, I’m thinking,” I hushed him, earning a growl of disapproval.
Where could she have gotten it from?
I’ve seen some of her clothes and I have an idea of how she dresses.
The lingerie was provocative, especially when I pictured it on her body.
She had the body any lady would dream of. Her chests were endowed with firm, perky, and large breasts. Round wide hips and fat ass.
The lingerie would barely cover her body without almost ripping apart.
I could feel my heartbeat racing gradually as I prayed silently to be wrong.
“Maybe she wore the lingerie to surprise you. Don’t beat yourself too hard.”
“For the first time, you are making sense,” I replied to Max before chuckling lightly.
Maybe he was right.
She might wear it to surprise me because of our bond.
Fuck!
I would go crazy if she wore it for someone else.
The imagination made me sick in the gut.
“You’ve seen what you want. Can we go ahead with a surprise for her?” Max suggested while I folded the lingerie, opening the wardrobe to put it in her box of clothes.
An idea popped into my head, and I placed it on the bed.
After the romantic proposal, I would like to see her in the sexy lingerie.
I could already imagine the wild sex.
My mind did a flashback of her moans and cries, making my dick twitch in anticipation.
We were going wild tonight, and I would introduce her to BDSM.
Several vibrators and dildos were stacked in my drawer, waiting for her.
With a smile on my face, I reached for her box, dipping my hand into it in search of more.
I knew invading her privacy was wrong, but I was too excited to do anything rational.
Pulling out her box of cloth, the lustful grin on my face slowly vanished as I was met with a blend of shock and confusion.
Why was there so much lingerie and…
Was that a kitty cat costume?!
How did she lay her hand on those?
“Relax, maybe she has a thing for role play just like-”
“Shut up, Max. No more words from you!” I growled using my Alpha tone, silencing him.
How did she afford all these?
Where and when did she purchase all of them?
What game was she up to?
Each of the items costs thousands of dollars that…
It was then it clicked in me.
She must have bought it with my card when we went to the fashion store.
I wasn’t aware because I wasn’t paying attention to what she bought.
But why did she buy them?
It’s been weeks, and if she was into role-play, she would have worn a few for me.
Studying each of them keenly, I couldn’t help but give in to those strange gushes of deja vu.
Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my gut.
Lilith didn’t buy the clothes for me. She bought it for something else.
I couldn’t wait to kill the guy she intended on wearing it for.
While brushing through the clothes, my fingernails hooked a thread.
Pulling it out, a long blue alien costume followed suit.
I could swear I’ve seen it on a lady’s body.
Scattering the box as I emptied the content on the floor, I could make out several masks that varied in colour.
Masks. Costumes. Lingerie.
All the dots started to connect, filling me with dread.
I couldn’t help but pray to be wrong.
I don’t know what I would do if what I was thinking turned out to be true.
Why were the clothes exactly what I saw the lady on Fantastic app wearing?
I was probably overthinking things.
I wish I hadn’t deleted my account on Fantastic app.
With great speed, I rushed to my room, grabbing my laptop before rushing back.
Creating a new account with new details wasn’t a bad idea.
But then it hit me.
I saved most of her videos to watch them later. But I deleted them before confessing to Lilith.
Scanning through the bin, I clicked on recently deleted videos, playing them to confirm my doubtss.
Though I couldn’t make out her face, I could pick out similarities.
The way she refused to take off her mask despite trying to lure her with a huge amount of money.
The similarity between her room and Lilith’s room.
The resemblance was striking.
The tripod, which she used in recording the videos.
I wish I could make a difference.
Sweeping through Lilith’s room in comparison to the girl’s room, my eyes widened in shock, almost popping out of their sockets as the truth hit me hard like a tornado.
My heart dropped into the bottomless pit of my stomach, and terror was plastered on my face.
Lilith was the stripper online!