Chapter 2

MANUEL'S POV

Shifting my weight onto my shoulder, I turned to see a beautiful mass of brunette hair splayed onto the pillow next to me. Abruptly, I shot up straight as I took notice of my surroundings. My vision blurred as the images of the night came flooding into my mind. Throwing off the duvet, I went around the room in search of my phone which I hoped would provide some answers as to why I had come here. It was a brothel for goodness sake. Locating my phone triumphantly I went through my call logs but was interrupted when the lady in my bed turned giving me a full view of her face without being shrouded in her hair.

The memories came to me now. I had drunk my way into the brothel last night after I had discovered that there was a traitor in my pack. I was yet to find out who but the mere thought of my men betraying me had sent me spiraling. I had drunk myself into a stupor to forget and had gone against my inner inhibitions about a place like this and decided to have fun.

I had been promised a very good time and surely enough they had kept their end of the bargain. I recalled the moment I had seen her walk through the door so innocently. Almost like she hadn't been there before. There was just something about her. Something almost primal that drew me to her. I had lost all my senses like a man possessed and we had had mind-blowing sex.

I could remember how it had felt to be inside her. My mind was relished in the mental images. Then almost on replay, my responsibilities came flooding back as a way to kill all my distracting thoughts.

I let out a deep sigh. Donning on my Jeans and black t-shirt I reached into my pocket pulling out a stack of bills. The lady was awake now. I watched her startled expression and the tremor in her voice as she pulled the duvet tightly around her chest almost to cover up what we had done.

Annoyed by that small yet unconscious act, a muscle in my cheek ticked as I pulled the wallet closed and back into his pocket

"Who are you?"She asked.

She was looking at me so innocently that I felt the urge to throw all my inhibitions out the window and pull her in for another damning kiss.

"That is irrelevant. Here, for last night" I said throwing the bundle to her.

She glanced at the money trying to make sense of it.

Just as her eyes widened in recognition. She opened her mouth to speak.

"There has been a mistake. Am not a ..." she said.

"...there's no need to sugarcoat what we had just done but I would like it if you forgot this happened, "I said cutting her off.

"But..." she protested.

I didn't wait around to hear what she had to say next. I had to put distance between us now.

The drive back to the Alpha's quarters was a long one and gratefully that had given me some time to think. It was 4 am outside but I didn't mind. Werewolves were nocturnal.

So as I drove by the wide expanse of land and civilization back to the pack house, I tried to rearrange his thoughts.

Picking up my phone, I dialed my beta who picked had up immediately after the first ring.

"Ryder, I would like you to arrange all the records of all the incidents that happened after I took over from my father," he instructed.

"Is there a problem?"Ryder asked.

"No, just making sure. But if it turns out to be something I'll let you know" he responded.

Both I and Ryder had been groomed together. We were both trained to become Alpha and Beta. Our fathers had been best friends just like we were and I knew to my marrows that Ryder wouldn't be the one to betray me.

"Uhm, Manuel?"I heard Manuel's worried tone

"What's wrong?"I asked a worried frown creasing on my forehead.

"I think you need to see this. I'm forwarding it to you now" Ryder said.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed. It was a video. At first, the video didn't make any sense it showed two people having sex. Then it became clear that the man in the video was me and that the woman in the picture was my one-night stand which I had just left a few minutes ago.

Another message popped up in my phone, a text from an unknown number that read:

'We know what you did, give us a sum of 5 million dollars and this video will never see the light of day. If not, consider your reputation tarnished along with your alpha status. The bank account will be emailed to you very soon."

I growled, gripping the phone so hard it cracked.

"Hello, Manuel are you there?"Ryder's voice sounded through the speaker.

I had forgotten that Ryder was still on the line.

"I need to do something. I'll see you later."I responded ending the call immediately.

Swerving to the left I made a U-turn driving toward the direction he had come from at top speed.

Stopping halfway in front of the semi-run-down building, I barged in through the double pane doors and headed straight for the room that I had just been in but it was empty. The sheets had been made and on the counter beside the bedside lamp was the wad of cash he had given her.

I let out a frustrated groan. Rummaging through the room now, he went in search of the camera. Accessing the angle the video must have been shot from. I looked for the camera but found nothing.

Who could do this? Who would be so bold as to hire a prostitute to get footage of their night together? His thoughts whirled with the motive and reasoning of his blackmailer.

The only thing I could do now was to find out who was behind all of this. And to do that he had to find that girl.

Just as I walked out of the room, a memory hit me. Where I had been heavily drunk when a woman who was beautiful and in his opinion heavily endowed walked up to me siting in her business. She had promised him a good time. At first, I had turned down the offer but when I was shown a picture of the girl I would be having for that night, I had reluctantly agreed throwing caution to the wind.

Now who the hell did I just have sex with? and why was she in this room?