Maya's POV

Chapter 4

Maya’s POV

I woke up to silence and tangled silk sheets that didn't belong to me.

My eyes snapped open when I felt the warm, solid body beside me. I was too woozy to remember who that body belonged to. But the moment I leaned back, his scent, Arabian Oud, and a sweet taste of fire hit my nostrils.

My eyes went wild. Oh. Oh, shit.

I turned around, and the air nearly got knocked out of my lungs.

The crushing weight of realization hit me when I noticed something was wrong.

I was naked in bed with Alpha Dante.

I sat up slowly, still reveling in the shock, when the sheets slipped down my chest, exposing a trail of bite marks and bruised kisses.

Flashbacks flickered through my mind, and I gasped.

His lips on my throat, his hand gripping my hip, and the sound of his growl as he pushed into me.

My heart thundered in my chest. What the heck had I done?

Guilt sliced through me like a blade, and I carefully slid out of bed. I gathered my clothes from the floor and slipped them on. And while I did that, he didn't stir even till I left the room.

I didn't leave a note. Didn't even look back. I grabbed my bag and ran.

I waved down a cab and climbed into the backseat as quickly as possible. I could feel the tears fill my eyes, but I blinked them away. What had I done?

“Where to?” The driver asked, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.

I rattled off the address of the Mystic Pop bar I worked at.

The cab pulled away from the curb, and I exhaled softly, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand. I had to get myself together.

When the cab arrived at the bar, I bounded out of the backseat, stuffed my hand in my purse, and dug out a few dollar bills. I didn't wait to hear what the driver said; instead, I turned towards the building. I had a morning shift to cover.

As soon as I stepped into the bar, the smell of alcohol and cigars hit my nostrils. As much as I hated the smell, I'd become used to it, not the fancy bar I'd worked in at the MoonCrest Hotel.

My phone vibrated in my purse, and I reached for it. It was the man who got me this job—Raymond. I clicked the power button and put my phone on flight mode. I wasn't in the mood for any calls. I felt sick about what I did.

After taking a few orders, I rushed to the staff bathroom to vomit. Twice.

Afterward, I sat on the floor, my knees tucked to my chest as I tried to breathe.

I had slept with my target. The same. man who ruined my life by fathering the boy who destroyed me.

What the heck was I doing?

I should quit, disappear, and get as far away from the Blood Moon family as quickly as possible. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not when I remembered something far more valuable than the guilt I felt—the envelope Raymond had given to me. The 6 figures had blinded me to accept this deal. I needed it. The deal, the money, the revenge. Everything. I remembered my humiliation a year ago and forced myself to stand. If Sebastian could get whatever he wanted, then so do I. I wiped my eyes, reapplied my lipstick, and walked out of the bathroom. I was done crying for the Blood Moon Men.

I stepped into the hallway and headed towards the lounge. But when I turned the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.

He was there.

Alpha Dante.