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The Hockey Alpha's Therapist

"Is $10,000 for one night's pay not enough? Just tell me and I'll raise it, whatever you want it to be. But you must be prepared to provide 'service' whenever and wherever I want it. Do you get it?" In an era where humans and werewolves coexist, Quinn becomes the fated mate of an Alpha and a very famous ice hockey player, Grayson. For Quinn, who is a massage therapist with a lot of debt, Grayson may keep booking her to do 'service' because he knows she needs the money to pay off her debts and to pay for her younger brother's treatment at the hospital. But for Grayson, who finally found his fated mate, Quinn is not just a therapist who fulfills his superstition, but also someone who is precious to him and needs to be protected before she's taken by another Alpha who also wants her. *** Disclaimer: all characters, terminology, locations, and so on are purely the author's imagination. If there are any similarities, it is purely by accident. Please remember that this is a work of fiction.
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Chapter 2

**Grayson's POV**

I slapped her butt. "Move properly!"

This was the second time I had warned this bitch to serve me properly. I had high hopes because she was supposedly handpicked by the pimp after I made my request. But it turned out she was very ordinary. She just looks like Quinn, nothing else special, nothing interesting.

"Umm... ah, you're so big, sir." 

Enough, I couldn't take it anymore. She wouldn't be able to make me cum if she kept making voices like that. 

However, I had to have sex until I cum before the game so I could play well and win. And this woman couldn't make me come after an hour of sex. 

"I'm sure you'll cum soon..."

I covered her mouth and grabbed my phone. I dialed a number I had saved five days ago. 

I couldn't wait for the general manager to contact her tomorrow. I wanted her to come to me right now. Because I was messed up after meeting her. I also felt that my game on the rink was a little off after that therapy session with her. 

"Yes, sir... um, I mean Grayson..."

I didn't listen to the rest of her words because just hearing her voice made me tense again. So I continued having sex while listening to her talk. 

But it didn't help me cum either. 

"Come here, I'll send the address via message. Take a taxi if necessary so you can get there faster. Do you understand?"

"I got it. I'll try to arrive before midnight."

"Good."

Then I hung up the call and threw my phone carelessly. I also took out my penis and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. 

"Sir, I still have one more chance. Let me satisfy you," the slutty woman said again. She immediately put my penis in her mouth and did something else. 

I didn't respond and chose to close my eyes, imagining Quinn who would soon be in my grasp. 

I was sure Quinn would be able to fulfill my superstition. I was sure because she was my fated mate. Someone I had been waiting for all this time to come into my life after going through various rumors with women who were rumored to have a relationship with me. 

Quinn may not know that I am her fated mate, but the moment I saw her at our first meeting at the S-T Arena, I recognized her immediately. She is the one destined by the Moon Goddess to be my fated mate, my soulmate, till death do us part, Quinn Blair Roux. A human and my therapist.  

From that day on, when she entered the S-T Arena, I smelled a very rare scent, one that was intoxicating and addictive. That scent came from Quinn, who arrived carrying her shoulder bag, frightened because I yelled at her.

I was forced to yell at her and act rude in front of others because I didn't want any more gossip spreading about the woman who was close to me. I also couldn't admit in public that Quinn was my fated mate because my family would definitely oppose it. 

My family believed that my fated mate should also be a werewolf, not a weaker human. They wanted me to have a fellow werewolf partner so that our bloodline would not be mixed and tainted by humans. 

That's why I haven't told anyone that Quinn is my fated mate, including Quinn herself, because I want to protect her, I want her to stay safe.

Even though it's not uncommon for humans to be matched with werewolves, it's different with my family. It's not other people who are dangerous, but my own family, because if they find out, they might do everything they can to get rid of Quinn so that my fated mate changes. 

Since that day, Quinn has been like ink that won't fade from my mind, sticking like glue and making me addicted to her touch. Since then, I've had no desire for any woman other than Quinn, and I've been forced to do everything I can to fulfill my superstition these past few days. 

I tried hiring someone who looked like Quinn, but it didn't help at all. It was actually Quinn's voice on the phone earlier that finally made me cum, even if only a little. 

That's why I invited her by baiting her with a large sum of money because I was sure she wouldn't refuse. Even though I couldn't read her mind like I could read other people's minds, I was very sure she really needed the money after reading her resume. 

Yes, I had researched and studied Quinn's life history, and I knew she was struggling with heavy burdens, debts, and the medical expenses for her sick younger brother who was currently in the hospital. 

After learning all that, I paid off all her debts and covered her brother's medical expenses for the next few years. But I won't tell Quinn that because she would definitely refuse free help. So it's better to use this method, calling her and paying her when I want her to. For now, that's all I can do before I can finally introduce her officially as my fated mate. 

"You're getting hard again, sir."

I sighed irritably. My penis had been erect since Quinn answered the phone call earlier, not because of her. 

"What if we try it one more time?"

"Go away," I replied lazily. 

"Please, give me another chance. If I go back and my pimp gets a report that I couldn't satisfy you, then she won't pay me."

Enough, I've lost my patience. 

I grabbed her clothes, walked to the door, and threw it. "I won't report you. Get out now."

But instead of obeying me, she knelt in front of me, licked my penis, and squeezed it. 

Actually, I've never been rough with women, but this time he had gone too far. 

I pulled her hair and pushed her gently. But she made it dramatic by banging herself against the wall. 

"I'll go to the press and tell everyone that you're violent towards the women you have sex with."

What? I was being nice by not throwing her out the window and not reporting her to her boss, but she's acting like this? 

Hm, fine, don't blame me if I treat her differently from other women I've never been rude to. 

I threw the money in front of her face, the amount I paid her pimp. As I was about to pull her out, I saw a shadow at the front door. 

"I hope you lose tomorrow!" the slutty woman shouted as she ran out with my money and her clothes. 

Damn it, she's cunning. 

I roughly ran my hands through my hair. Today was truly unlucky.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to eavesdrop. After getting out of the lift, I saw this door open and I intended to go in, but you were arguing with someone so I waited in front of the door. I promise I'll forget everything you guys said."

I looked aside, finding Quinn standing with her head down at the doorway. 

Oh, maybe my bad luck has finally left me. The Quinn I was waiting for has arrived.

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