Chapter 1
Mirielle's POV
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It could have been a dream or... I was still under the influence of the alcohol I had been forced to drink by my annoying coworkers. But it was clear. No one was performing a concert all night and getting a standing ovation.
What I heard was clearly not that.
The sound of clapping was the sound of skin hitting other skin.
Should I make it clear? Thigh against thigh, buttocks against buttocks—two people having sex or whatever else I should say to describe them, who, sure enough, when I opened the apartment door, I found in the exact position I had been fantasizing about for the past few minutes.
"Fuck! Shut the fuc—Mi-Mirielle?" said the man, looking surprised to see me, and he, who I knew hadn't reached orgasm yet, forcefully pulled his "salmon" out of the damn "crocodile hole" belonging to the woman in front of him.
"Whoa! Bravo, Damien! This is the first time I've seen you not finish the game," I said sarcastically.
You're right. This isn't the first time I've heard news of his affair, and if you ask me why I stayed until I found out for myself how this damn bastard was thrusting his hips on top of a cheap woman who was willing to sleep with him, the reason is because of the pack rules.
He was a suitable alpha candidate because he passed the warrior test a long time ago and is among the best graduates of the largest university in the entire pack.
Fuck them! I should never have agreed to Dad's idea of pairing me off with a bastard like Damien. He's lucky to have me because he'll definitely hold a high position after officially becoming my husband.
"I will hand over the leadership to your husband someday. Therefore, think again about getting married soon, Elle." That's what Dad said at the time and... this is the result.
Damien is an alpha descendant from a small pack that... you could say is far below our level. I forgot the name of the pack, even the name of his father, who was supposed to be my future father-in-law.
They are both equally dirty, both famous for their uncontrollable addiction to sex. That pack is the only pack with a majority of females, and all of them have experienced the agility of the alpha's 'bird'.
"Mirielle, wait! It's not what you think."
"Well, tell that to my father because from now on, there's no chance for you, Damien Shaw!"
I turned and was already at the door, but he quickly closed and locked it.
Stupid! Trapping me here wasn't a good idea, Damien. You forgot that I never go anywhere alone. That's clearly the same as suicide.
"Get out of my way or you won't get out of this place alive," I threatened, and he just smirked. "Damien, I'm serious!"
"I know, Mirielle. You've wanted this for a long time. Why pretend to be so high and mighty just to have sex with me? Just be honest instead of acting conservative when you're always touching yourself every time you think of me."
What? Has he gone crazy?
I know... I may be too old-fashioned because, embarrassing or not, I admit I've never had sex with anyone.
Ever.
However, that doesn't mean that bastard's words are true. He must have downed a whole bottle of alcohol, so he can talk like that with confidence.
Honestly. At first, I was curious about what a man's touch would feel like, especially since Damien would be my husband, my alpha, and maybe even my mate if we managed to persuade the Moon Goddess to make us true mates. However, after seeing the size of his 'little friend', I dismissed those dirty thoughts.
There are many that are bigger, stronger, and more tempting than him. So, thank you, next!
Damien, who was still completely naked, approached and pinned me against the wall. However, with one kick, the poor 'little guy' without any 'protection' successfully received a gentle caress from my knee and made him hold on while moaning in pain.
"Fuck! You damn woman! You could ruin my future, argh!"
I didn't want to wait for another opportunity. I immediately ran out of the apartment after his slut who had just exchanged sweat with Damien approached my him, ex-fiancé, and the two of them were busy "caressing" the poor little guy.
"I'm going downstairs. Wait for me there," I said to my personal bodyguard through the communication device that, damn it, was always attached to my ear.
My father would never let me enjoy life without supervision, so he equipped me with a super security system—a twenty-four-hour personal bodyguard, protective devices, and communication.
What's the point of a mind-link, viewers?!
The man on the other end didn't answer, but when my feet touched the ground floor of the apartment, the roar of my sports car, which he was driving, could already be heard. I quickly got in—plopping my butt on the seat and slamming the door shut.
"Damn bastard! Aaargh!" I shouted, causing my bodyguard to glance briefly before speeding the vehicle toward the location I had mentioned earlier.
Tonight I had to get rid of the bad luck that had been clinging to me for the past few months. Damien’s last kiss... I wanted to forget it!
***
"One more!" I asked, slamming down my empty glass, and the bartender in front of me just glanced at me without daring to say much.
He was about to pour, but stopped because someone was there. I ruffled my hair. Waiting for the bartender who did not give what I asked. Being cured by a chaotic mind made me want to tear down the bar.
Shit! Those bastard's shadows kept appearing and made me shudder. I hoped to forget, but my brain turned to shit so I kept remembering.
Damien's first kiss was sweet, and I liked it. We almost went too far that time. However, Snow, my wolf, warned me not to give away my virginity carelessly.
She was still a virgin too, and for hundreds of years, waiting for her destiny to become my wolf, she had kept it.
You’ll probably say I’m heartbroken, naive, foolish for giving a bastard like Damien a chance.
Well, you're right.
I was only nineteen at the time. There are many things I can't control, including my feelings. Two years and only kissing was a boring life for Damien. But not for me, and no one believed that.
"You're too drunk, Miss. Go home. Your driver is waiting outside," someone said after taking my glass and placing it on a tray.
Screw the driver. I didn't have a driver and I wasn't in my right mind right now. I wanted to forget that bastard and all the toxic memories he left behind.
I got up and followed the man who had just spoken to me. He finally left after acting like my grandmother who forbade me from drinking too much.
He was there, still wearing his waiter's apron. I didn't care who he was. Waiter, bartender, homeless person, or whoever. One night wouldn't kill me, even though people said the first time was the most painful.
"Wait!" I called out. The man—tall and well-built, almost touching the chandelier in the VIP room—turned around with a tray of empty glasses in his hand.
The room felt dim because the lamp was covered by his tall body. He stood still before finally stepping closer and asking in a deep, distinctive baritone voice, "Do you need anything, Miss?"
I looked at him for a moment, sensing something different that I had never felt before. The scent of his body, a mixture of pheromones and cedarwood, seemed to linger in my nostrils.
I took out some money, my mind still in turmoil, and it took me a while to regain my normal level of intelligence. To hell with that! Being stupid won't kill me, right?
This man... he's a wolf too, right? What class is he? Is he an omega? In our pack, only omegas do the dirty work.
"How much for a night?" I asked, my voice trembling. My heart was pounding, of course. I'd never even held Damien's "little friend," so why was I so confident that I could withstand the torture of that little thing inside me?
"Are you sure, Elle? Please think again," asked Snow, whom I immediately dismissed by closing the mind-link with her.
"Rate for the night? You mean... a hotel? Unfortunately, we don't provide lodging. But there is one place that—" He fell silent.
I'll say it again, he FELL SILENT.
I silenced the man with a deep kiss, although it was quite painful because with his unusual height, I had to pull him down forcefully so he would bend over a little. When I felt I couldn't hold back any longer, I jumped, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.
He didn't seem to resist, but tried to push me away, probably to get an explanation.
"W-what is this, Miss?" he asked.
"Sleep with me," I replied, panting. With only a fraction of my sanity remaining.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me correctly. I want you to sleep with me. Make love to me. Fuck me. How much do you want for that?"
