Truth and Lies

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery.

It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams.

My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

"A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me.

"Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal.

Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks anyone I could meet.

Getting their brows bent downward or upward, long curve lines on their forehead, sharp tone of voice, and ferocious glimpse are already my daily routine since I mingle with humans, especially the ones who are guilty of their truth and lies.

The ones that are guilty beyond a reasonable doubt of their longed-hidden crimes. Unfavorably for them, my eyes can dig into the deepest part of their soul to crack the truth.

What is more favorable to me is that humans are willing to bend their written rules to keep their secrets buried six feet under the ground.

But little did they know, humans can easily be played and manipulated by their own truth and lies. They are willing to kill and are willing to pay no matter how much is the price.

"I know you and your mistress did something unforgivable in the past that involves killing." I go straight to the point of my purpose in proposing to him. "your wife. What's her name again?"

Before I could breathe out his wife's name, he drags me to the corner by force. He then wags his head at three hundred sixty degrees angle, panicking that someone might hear my confession.

But I fucking love being put forth with force. Dragging me into the corner simply means to me that this man is guilty of the crime of killing his legal wife when his young and stunning mistress promises him the kind of life his wife can no longer provide.

"What is our assurance that you will not leak that piece of shit to the cops?" the way I expect it, his mistress proposes to me on his behalf.

And that is how I earn a hundred thousand dollars with no sweat coming out of my forehead. With the piece of truth and my mouth, I dominated the entire human system.

Humans endure working six to eight hours a day in order to live. To buy their wants and needs. And to provide for their families. But I can earn a year of their paychecks in just a matter of minutes.

One thing that I learn from living in this world full of shits and craps is that the truth serves as the most expensive commodity that cannot be bought. Everything my eyes see can be bought with money.

This forty-hectare mansion I was standing on is worth forty billion dollars. I have a collection of luxurious cars parked in the garage that is worth two billion dollars in total. I have five bank accounts under my name filled with endless cash.

And of course, I brought this middle-aged woman to be my slave in exchange for her family's a hundred thousand dollars debt. Her name is Michelle Sperrs.

Despite living in a bed of roses and a silver spoon in my mouth, I still have my manly needs. I need to release some steam once in a while. And Michelle provides me with that for one main reason; she is mine. She is my fucking sex slave.

"You already have everything in the world, Sebastian. When are you going to stop ruining human lives?" she asks me while serving my food and drinks on the table.

Before Michelle could drop my dessert, I grab her waist by force and pin her to the surface of the wooden table. My laps are in between her open legs allowing my bulge to reach the mouth of her cave while choking her neck but in a good way.

She did not complain despite the pain she feels inside. Among the hundred women that I flirt with, Michelle is the only one who surpasses my expectations.

She is the only one who truly cares for me even if I treated her like my slave. Understands me when I am at my worst. And most of all, she is the only one who survives after knowing my truth.

Her truth and lies? Aside from the fact that her entire family was indebted to me, Michelle has been cheated on by her boyfriend right in front of her eyes.

Similar to me, Michelle is also running away from her terrible past. She killed her boyfriend. And I was carrying her truth everywhere I go.

"Human lives, including you, are already ruined, Michelle," I whispered back before I lick her neck down to her chest. "I am simply taking advantage of their situations. After all, money is all that matters to me."

"Don't tell me you have forgotten what happens to you before you melt your wolf in the human world?" reminding me that incident causes my appetite for ripping her apart to dissolve.

The wonderful and most envied life that I relish began to fall apart one hundred years ago when the pack used to call me Arthur.

"Run, Arthur, run!" yells my close friend, Randolph, in an apprehensive tone. He was flashing in my direction as though someone keeps on chasing him.

When I catch a glimpse of our house, tens of the pack werewolf commanders are on their way in my direction. I was confused about what was certainly going on, so I simply glued my feet on my spot but Randolph grabbed my hand and dragged me into the middle of the woods.

As soon as we notice that the werewolf commanders are no longer following us, Randolph let go of his grasp and tried to catch his racing breath.

"What's going on? And why are those wolves chasing you?" I could not help but ask him my curiosity.

"No, they're not chasing me, dude," Randolph confessed. "They're chasing you. It's the alpha's order."

"What?" several long curve lines were immediately carved on my forehead. "What are you talking about?" this time, I started to feel worried when recently, I made a huge mistake that involves Draku, our alpha.

"Remember this ability you told me?" he asked me. "The ones that you can see the truth through everyone's eyes?"

He pointed that out, so I nodded to him. At first, I thought the ability was simply my imagination but I did some digging. I used and applied the ability to someone else. To my close relatives.

After knowing the truth and lies behind their eyes, my wolf underwent further investigation - meddling in their personal lives and I found out the ability was not simply a coincidence but a gift, which I believe comes from the moon goddess.

So, out of curiosity, I applied the ability to our ruthless, manipulative, and cold-hearted alpha. It so happens that I managed to read about one of the heinous crimes he did to get the alpha position.

And as far as I could remember, I only confessed to three wolves about his crime. To my parents and my fated mate, Malia.

"Wait... What about Mapa and Papa?" my conscience started to feel the rising tide of fear from my head to toe while staring Randolph in the eye.

Because the alpha's crime concerns Mama and Papa, I confess it to them. But I did not expect they would do something about it.

"They're dead, Arthur," Randolph confessed without any signs of doubt. "Malia told the alpha everything you confessed to her. I found out she is Alpha Draku's mistress."

"What?" tears burst out from my eyes when my wolf is in the middle of believing Randolph's confession or not. The worst part is that his eyes were telling me the truth.

I rushed back to the house to see it myself but Randolph kept dragging me as far away as possible. What was more remorseful about my obsession with getting my revenge is when Randolph even sacrificed his wolf's life to protect me.

Homeless, wolfless, and mateless, I was despised by all. The news about me knowing everyone's truth reached the pack members. As a result, they were all terrified of me. Afraid that I might confess all their hidden secrets.

I attempted to talk to Malia but she sold me to Alpha Draku and his werewolf guardians. Good thing I read what was running through her mind before everything gets worse.

Before my wolf left the pack for good, I broke up with her. Leaving her the message to relay to everyone that one day, I will return to get my revenge. That one day, I will bury the entire pack in the ground.

So I melted my wolf in the human world to build my own empire and get richer and richer as time passes by.

Present time.

"Where are you going? You haven't finished your meal, Sebastian!" Michelle asks me after leaving the dining area.

"You can eat them by yourself," I yelled back. "I already lost my appetite." then I hop into my red Ferrari and took off heading to my favorite place on earth; a nightclub.

As soon as I reach the best club I had ever known, a bunch of strippers males and females greeted me. All of them want to have sex with me but my mood was already ruined earlier.

I did not come to the club to get laid and wasted but to unfold someone's truth and lies. To add money into my accounts.

"Excuse me?" says the gorgeous lady who seems lost upon stepping foot into my VIP room.

The moving disco lights of the room block me from seeing straight into her face. But my wolf notices her aromatic and pure body scent is new to this place.

So I move out of the couch and slide closer to the door; closer to her.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but I was looking for someone named Sebastian Quinn," she added. "One of the ladies outside told me he occupied this room. Am I in the right place?"

"My price depends on the service you want to ask me." I propose to her before I lock my eyes on hers. "how much can you afford to unfold someone's truth and...?"

I could not help but cut off my words when for the very first time in history, my wolf found someone as pure as her. Pure in a way that my eyes could barely read what was running through her mind.

In a blink of an eye, I can read everyone's secrets, but with this woman in front of me, her eyes were similar to an empty can.

No matter how deep I go further into her eyes, I see nothing but endless emptiness as though she has nothing to hide, nothing to tell.

"Then I believe I am in the right room and person," she added with a wholehearted smile on her face.

"One million dollars in exchange for your truth!" instead of her proposing her price to me, I was the one who proposed to her.

And I am willing to spend more than that in exchange for her secret. There is something in this woman that intrigued me the most. I never met someone's eyes as mysterious as hers.

"Excuse me?" her tone changes all of a sudden. "I'm so sorry, but you have me bewildered, Mr. Sebastian. You mean, you want me to tell you my secret in exchange for a million dollars?"

I nodded. "Do you think that would not be enough? But I guess that is the most reasonable price for someone like you."

The woman seems to be offended by my proposal, especially when I keep glaring at her weirdly, so she slaps me in the face without any signs of hesitation.

"For someone like me, huh? Suck that million dollars in your mouth, idiot. If I only know you would be this dick-head, I wouldn't have come to you to seek help."