WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?

**Megan’s story**

“I just can’t stand her! That bich” I shouted, pacing angrily under Zack Barnett’s questioning eyes, perhaps the only one who had an insane hatred towards what was left of William Stone’s family so much... Dominic.
“Don’t be sad, baby, it won’t be long now and Dominic will pay. And if that means the one he cares for pays for his mistakes, then so be it. Besides, Rebecca Holland and I have another feud to take care of.”
As soon as he said that, even though I didn’t feel any better or more protected, I approached him. He was the same attractive man I was still begging him to turn me. To be with him for eternity. But he was always making excuses for me. One lame excuse after another.
His wild animal eyes looked at me every time with a mad thirst. I could never resist him and even though I felt and knew I was just another amusement for him, I fell prey to him every time. With a flick of his arm, he cleared the desk and just as easily mounted me on it, legs spread in front of him, ready to taste me. “Come over here. I want to take my share!” Now his eyes were shining with a mad passion, and not with that desire specific to lovers. Between us, it was pure carnal lust and nothing more.
“Then dive in and take it!” I lured him by pulling me closer to the edge of the desk, thrusting into his hardened sex. I gasped a few times, rubbing myself roughly. When I leaned my head back, Zack removed my underwear and thirstily pushed his fingers inside me. Then, with lewd movements, back and forth, with mad desire, pushing deeper and deeper until I was so close....
“How’s that? Do you like it? You want deeper? You want harder?” He said next to my ear, intensifying his rhythm again, and when my moans became uncontrollable, he pulled his erect cock out and pushed it hard into me.
“Yes, Zack... harder... deeper...” I shouted, grabbing the side edges of the table with my hands and then pushing as well, keeping the rhythm. When he was done, he pulled his cock out and ejaculated on my breasts. He did it every time, saying he didn’t want any descendants. Not anymore!
Immediately after, I fixed my skirt and hair. So did he, cleaned himself up and zipped up his pants that he hadn’t even taken off.
“Okay, now that I’m released, let’s talk. Megan, you’re gonna be around Rebecca for a while. Tom knew too much and had to be silenced. Lucky for her, Dominic stepped in. But their turn will come.”


**Dominic’s story**

Rebecca was walking and really making progress every day. In fact, it was only two days until the gala and I was already confident that she would step into the immense hall on my arm with no problems.
However, I decided today that we would go to Declan. Rebecca suddenly recovered her sight and suffered a pretty serious blow before that. So it was mandatory to make sure that everything was in perfect order and that it didn’t put Rebecca’s health at risk.
“Are you ready, Rebecca?” I knocked softly on her door and her melodious voice invited me in.
“I’m ready!” She was indeed beautiful. She had enhanced her slender body with a strapless cloche dress, her shoulders covered with a thin shawl. Hair pulled back in a loose bun highlighted her cheekbones and long, perfect neck. I couldn’t get enough of looking at her and I thought the time would come when I would do my absolute best to make her mine. But for now, I had to learn to control my urges and cravings. Scaring her was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Okay, if you’re ready, let’s go see Declan. I phoned him earlier, and he sounded very surprised that it had restored your sight. He almost didn’t believe me,” I giggled softly, losing myself a little in her soft eyes.
On our way to the hospital, I caught Rebecca staring happily out the car window. She was so absorbed in the changing landscape as we drove along. Every now and then she would flash a smile so warm and innocent that I thought that once she entered my world, she would lose that innocence. The twenty minutes I drove to the hospital were not enough to take my mind off our situation.
Declan, as usual, was with a patient, so they asked us to wait for him in the office. It was one perk of being his friend. But it didn’t take long before he walked into the office happy but questioning.
“Dominic, what a… surprise…” and stopped abruptly when his gaze fell on Rebecca. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Holland?” he continued in the same worried tone. In the meantime, he approached her and, with his little medical lantern, checked both her eyes.
“Call me Rebecca, please. And yes, I am right. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Dominic told me how you got your sight back. I’d still like to check you out for a moment, though? To make sure everything is alright,” Declan seemed to have recovered from his shock and had even begun his examination.
“It was a little rough, but I’m really okay now...” He urged Rebecca to follow his index finger, tell him how many fingers she could see, and even have her walk an imaginary straight line to make sure that hit didn’t have any other adverse consequences.
“Everything seems in order. However, I’m going to prescribe you an anti-inflammatory medication, just in case,” Declan concluded, handing her the prescription, then turned to face me. “Dominic, can I talk to you for a moment... in private?” I immediately looked at Rebecca’s puzzled face and was sure Declan had done this on the spur of the moment. I was going to explain it to her later, or even make something up depending on what Declan had to tell me.
“Don’t worry, Rebecca, I’ll be right back” I felt the need to reassure her I would be here no matter what. Anyway, enough has happened in her life in such a short time. It was still incredible how this woman was still coping. I was wondering what she did for a living. But that was going to be another discussion.
As soon as we left the office, Declan pulled me into another room. He was nervous and seemed to have found something.
“Do you remember Tom?” he suddenly asked me without further introduction.
“Yes...” The words were stuck in my throat. I hadn’t been able to find out anything more about that man. Rebecca’s therapy and my shootings had consumed all my time.
“This guy is... or rather was, her worst nightmare.”
For a few seconds, time stood still. So she had an enemy, who, even if he was dead, I was sure it wasn’t all about him.
“Her darkest nightmare? But the guy’s dead...”
“Exactly! Someone silenced him. And that’s not all. He was also a werewolf” I didn’t know why that didn’t surprise me. I smelled someone like me around her, but in that frenzy of things and because I wanted at all costs to save her, it slipped my mind.
“I could have sworn...now I wonder who had it in for him? And why?” It was more than clear that Tom was no mere werewolf. He knew things that maybe he shouldn’t have and Rebecca was in the wrong place at the wrong time. “How did you learn that?”
Declan took a step back. That’s how I knew he’d done something dangerous. “What have you done, Declan?”
“I don’t want you to get mad at me, Dominic. You know I’ve always stood by you and helped you...” he tried to explain, but his face was giving him away more and more.
“What did you do?” I asked a second time, this time in a higher tone.
“Immediately after I stabilized Rebecca that night, I returned to the scene of the attack, without you knowing,” he began timidly to explain and I had already changed my face. Even my eyes were turning red. But it wasn’t time to interrupt. I suppressed my urges and continued to listen. “I was hoping to find something, anything, that might explain the attack and be able to help you. And I did. Tom’s ID. So I knew his name all along... I’m sorry...” That was the moment I lost contact with my composure and reality. I rushed over to him, grabbing his robe collar.
“What were you thinking? You could have been killed!” I shouted helplessly at the thought that my friend may not even be here today. And all for nothing.
“Hey, chill out, man! I was always careful not to get followed, much less caught. And that wasn’t the only thing I did. You asked me how I found out he was a werewolf? I didn’t find that out by looking at his ID, did I?”
As Declan failed to free himself from my grip, the anger and helplessness got the better of me.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” And just then I let him go. I already imagined what he had been up to finding out this information.
“No, I’m not crazy. I’m just your friend. And yes, I went to the address on his ID directly to his apartment, where I found his diary. When you calm down, I can give it to you,” It was incredible what my ears were hearing.
“Did he write anything about Rebecca?” my curiosity overcame me and I moved a few inches away.
“They were indeed engaged to be married. They had known each other for over three years, but Tom wrote in his diary that he could never shake the suspicion that Rebecca wasn’t who she appeared to be.”
“Who gave you the right to talk about my personal life like that?” Her voice thundered from the door frame that had opened in the meantime.
“Rebecca...”