I'll Live Vicariously Through You

Chapter 4

(Continues)

Melissa's POV

With quiet determination, I slipped out of the kitchen, moving with the stealth of a mouse. The cool air of the hallway welcomed me as I made my way back to my bedroom, each step careful and deliberate. My heart raced slightly, an adrenaline-fueled mix of anticipation and urgency guiding my movements. I felt the familiar comfort of my room drawing closer, a refuge where I could collect my thoughts and catch my breath.

I gently closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the quiet room, and turned to gaze out the window. The early morning sky was still shrouded in darkness, stars faintly twinkling like distant memories. I settled on the edge of my new bed, its crisp sheets and unfamiliar scent surrounding me, and as I sat there, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I recalled the last moment I spent with my mom before she passed away—the warmth of her embrace, the sound of her laughter, and the way her eyes sparkled with love and wisdom, all etched in my heart.

[Kat] "Embrace this burden and seek vengeance on my behalf, my beloved daughter."

My eyes swollen and glossy, glistening with tears that threatened to spill over at the weight of my mother's final words.

[End of Flashback]

As I stepped out of the steaming shower, droplets of water clung to my skin, glistening in the soft light of the bathroom. I dried myself slowly, feeling the warmth of the towel envelop me like a comforting embrace. Once I was finished, I took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom, completely naked, embracing the vulnerability of the moment.

I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my skin, and let my mind wander. Thoughts swirled around me like a gentle breeze, settling on my desire to become the next woman by the side of one of the Gamma males—whether it be Andy or Jay. A smile crept across my lips as I envisioned the possibilities, the dynamics that could unfold.

With that hopeful vision in mind, I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to wash over me, drifting away into a world of dreams where I could shape my destiny and plan my next steps.

[Back To The Party]

Venus's POV

I can already sense Andy descending the staircase, a unique scent surrounding him reminiscent of fresh gift wrap—a blend of fake plastic, artificial notes that linger in the air. As he approaches, I not only catch that distinct odor but also pick up the sound of his heart beating in a hasty, uneven rhythm, echoing his anxiousness that fills the space around us.

He envelops me in a warm embrace from behind, yet what should feel comforting instead sends a jolt of icy betrayal coursing through my veins. The unmistakable scent of Melissa clings to him, thick and oppressive—an all-too-vivid reminder of their recent rendezvous. It’s not merely the artificial sweetness of her synthetic rose fragrance; with every breath he takes, I can almost feel the remnants of their intimacy wrapping around us like a ghostly presence.

I playfully feign innocence as he guides me to a chair, his hand warm and reassuring on my back. I sink into the seat, and my friends surround us, their laughter bubbling over as they tease me about having such a quirky and caring boyfriend.

“You two are adorable!” one of them exclaims, their voice filled with playful mockery.

He laughs along with them, a bright smile illuminating his face as he heads off to fetch us some beers.

As he walks away, I can feel the buzz of our conversation, animated discussions about our upcoming shopping trip, filled with plans and dreams of new outfits. But amidst the laughter, I can’t help but notice the subtle change in his demeanor. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a slight boredom creeping into his expression. I choose to ignore it, putting on a cheerful front, even as my heart sinks at the thought of him not enjoying the moment.

After a while, he excuses himself with a casual wave, saying he’s going to hang out with his friends. I give him a smile, but my eyes betray my concern as I steal a quick glance in his direction. I catch him watching Melissa, who’s swirling gracefully on the dance floor, her laughter ringing out like music. His interest is palpable, and my stomach twists slightly as he heads toward her, seemingly drawn to her energy.

As he disappears into the thrumming crowd, I feel an unsettling mix of emotions. I’m left sitting there, surrounded by my friends, the vibrant dance floor alive with movement, but my mind lingers on the sight of him lost in the rhythm beside Melissa, curiosity flickering in his eyes. It’s a moment that feels charged with unspoken tension, the kind that makes my heart race for reasons I can’t fully understand.

A couple of hours slipped by, and I found a reason to excuse myself from my friends, feigning a trip to the bathroom. Instead, I deliberately followed Jay's familiar scent, weaving my way through the pulsating crowds on the dance floor until I reached the dimly lit stairs leading down to the basement. As I descended silently, each step heavy with anticipation, the muffled sounds of pleasure drifted up to meet me—Melissa's moans intertwining with Andy's grunts.

My heart ached fiercely, a painful reminder of the truth I was desperate to confront: Andy didn’t truly love me. With resolve, I focused on masking my scent, calming my racing heartbeat, ensuring that no werewolves would pick up on my presence. I drew upon every ounce of willpower to turn invisible, my body and hair fading into a shadowed haze blending into air and walls.

When I reached the bedroom door, the noises grew louder, more frantic. With cautious breaths, I approached, driven by a need to see what I might already know.

The door hung ajar, flung wide open as if it were beckoning passersby to come in. It exuded a sense of indifference, suggesting that those inside were unconcerned about being seen or interrupted. The soft glow from within spilled into the dimly lit basement, illuminating the surrounding shadows and casting playful sexuall patterns on the floor.

As I entered the bedroom, a weight settled in my chest, and my heart felt heavy with unspoken words. I caught sight of Andy's bare back, the gentle curve of his spine illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp. His silhouette was still and serene, unaware of my presence as I stood there, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.

I see Melissa on her knees and naked. Then realized Andy's pants were dropped to his ankles. Andy's butts was noticeably flat and bony, lacking the fullness that many might expect. I hear the unmistakable sound of Melissa slurping as she indulges in Andy's cockk. Her mouth makes a gentle, sucking noise as it roll up and down his cockk. With a decisive motion, Andy bends down, wrapping his arms around Melissa's waist. He effortlessly lifts her from the floor, her hair cascading around her face as he spins towards the bed. With a gentle yet playful toss, he lays her down on the soft mattress beside them, the fabric crinkling slightly under her weight.

She opens her legs to welcome his cockk. He comes closer to her and spreads her legs wider and move his harden cockk at the entrance of her wet slit.

[Melissa] "I put in so much effort, and now I demand my reward!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with annoyance as she crossed her arms tightly, frustration evident on her face.

As Andy penetrates inside Melissa , I feel an overwhelming wave of emotion crash over me. Heart pounding, I sprint up the stairs, tears streaming down my cheeks, each sob echoing in the silence of the moment.