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“Be my mistress,” "During the three-year duration of the contract, you are not allowed to get close to any other guy. I don't share Roxanne–never," he had stated sternly. I was from a historically strong family of werewolf hunters. I'd learned a thing or two about calmness from my late grandmother. I even went as far as teaching me some techniques used by the best werewolf hunters. I was able to tame the raging and very dangerous creatures. I didn't want to chase around werewolves like my ancestors, but I sometimes monetized my skills, offering the service of hypnosis to both troubled and curious minds. I never took interest in hunting werewolves. It was what got my father in prison, so this kind of life wasn't for me. He'd been incarcerated when I was just a little child, for the murder of an innocent human he had mistaken for a werewolf. Soon enough this new responsibility started weighing on me as I grew up. Derek, a werewolf, the man had offered to loan me the money I needed to continue college. He was definitely an enigma, he was mysterious and arrogant. I wondered if he was married. Lucas, a vampire, cared about me and he was gentle and patient. All I needed was three years. After three years, the contract with Derek would be over and I would be completely done with him.