Chapter Three

Lola's POV:

I was going to a club, and I was going to get myself wasted. I've always detested clubs — several individuals rubbing their sweaty bodies, and dancing has never sat well with me.

Yet, I needed to make alcohol and ecstasy my companion for tonight.

My sorrows must be washed away. Even if it was for only a night, and ridiculously, I pictured nothing else could achieve that except those two.

As soon as I got to the club, I ordered a bottle of whiskey. The bartender asked no questions and could tell I was fucked.

Even a blind man could smell the patheticness and misery of my soul.

Once the cup of whiskey was presented on the table, I acted oblivious to the raucous music, then gulped down its content.

The liquid cascaded down my gullet and I felt a hotness deep within me.

“The bottle! Give me the entire bottle!” I demanded loudly.

Not because of the creeping tipsiness into my body, but the boisterous music, and wild people dancing behind me, made it difficult to talk to any.

Wordlessly, my order was fulfilled.

I gulped the entire bottle. I felt dizzy, and I couldn't even concentrate anymore. At that moment, I felt certain eyes on me, and blurry-eyed, I gazed in that direction.

My eyes were met with blue ones. To be exact, a set of turquoise eyes bore into mine, and my heart palpitated for whatever reason.

They looked wild and were filled with so much fire and passion. Just like me, he sat on a high stool but sat a few seats from me.

My lips quivered, and knowingly, the redness of my cheeks increased.

“I want him…” I muttered to myself and to my wolf, who had gone quiet again. However, I knew she was right there with me. We both needed comfort, after all.

Everything in me craved the regal man who sat a few distances away from me. His eyes were still on me, and I immediately took that as an invitation.

Swiftly, I stood then began approaching him with so much boldness while Inwardly thanking my wobbling feet for not failing me.

“Are you in for the night?” Once I stood close to him, that question softly escaped from my lips.

I was scared — no, rather a sense of apprehension filled me, and my eyes were slowly affected by the alcohol.

My vision still retained its blurriness, yet I managed to boldly wink at him. I lowered myself directly on his thighs, as I didn't feel inhibited at all.

The alcohol in me gave me so much drive. My fingers trailed his body as he looked at me deeply.

I felt a tingly sensation and my strange attraction towards him was incomprehensible. I can't even understand it — nothing made sense to me at this point thanks to that bottle of whiskey, yet I wanted him…

I badly want him.

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“You are mine tonight!” He declared, his voice arousingly gentle but laced with a thin rope of mystery.

As he held on to me, he immediately slammed his lips against mine.

Our mouths moved, and our bodies touched, while I felt unnumbered sparks flow through my body.

‘He is all I need!’ I chanted in my head as I rubbed my body against him. I felt a surge of lust, filled with desire and passion.

Slowly, he took me up in his arms, and soon we were out of the club.

I didn't even know what was happening or how long had passed. I just felt myself falling deeper into his embrace and love.

My clothes were pulled off, slowly, and his mild touches soothed me. This was exactly what I wanted.

The memories of Brian touching me, started to fade away as I felt the stranger's touch.

Soon, I felt soft sheets on my bare skin, and a few minutes later, he was thrusting within me, with so much desire.

For the first time in days, I felt loved.

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The rays of sunlight caressed my slumbering face but also prompted my eyes to part. Seconds swept by and my motionlessness ended.

Slowly, I turned to the other side of the bed, but the man from last night was nowhere to be found.

“It's all good” I smiled thinly. I did a quick reminisce on the previous day's event.

My rejection unexpectedly didn't sting my heart as I recalled it. Brian's attempted rape and the Pack's massive loath towards me didn't bother me that much.

It was silly, but maybe having intercourse with that stranger did more than flush sorrow out of my soul for the night. Perhaps his touches won't leave a temporary effect.

I ultimately stood up after gathering enough strength and endurance. My insides were throbbing, yet this was the type of pain I…enjoyed.

My dress was astoundingly clean, so smiling endlessly, I slipped into it.

I needed to be out of there at any moment, as I would rather not face the man from last night at all.

If my clothes were still clean, then he might still be lingering around. My actions last night were unsettling, and remembering my corny wink, I nearly facepalmed myself.

“Gosh…!”

I'd be greatly embarrassed if we crossed paths and I didn't want an awkward moment. But on the other hand, his face…

“I can't even remember it” I mumbled to myself while getting dressed.

Soon, I was done and found my way out of the mysterious house. Although I didn't recognize this building, it was safe to say I was still in the Pack.

Mixed feelings about it surfaced in my tummy — should I be glad I'm still in this hellhole of a Pack?

Alpha Sullivan couldn't care less about my parent's death, the members here unconditionally resent me and Brian…

“I must leave” That conclusion seemed the most logical.

Already headed for the Beta's mansion, the determination to find my parents' killer still resided in my soul, yet it'd be done elsewhere.

But my steps halted as my eyes caught sight of a poster. They widened in horror as I quickly roamed them through its contents.

“What is this?” I asked in disbelief as I saw different posters of me on the wall. All showed that I was… Wanted!

Overnight, I had become a wanted person! I was labeled with the crime of attempted treason!