Chapter 2

Jun's POV 

“We are here, my Lady?” 

The taxi driver's voice cuts through my thoughts. 

Fuck, I have a lot on my mind. How I would be my ex-mate mistress despite how much I hated him. 

I'm dressed like Elias instructed and now the taxi is parked in front of his penthouse where he had asked me to meet him. 

I forced a smile at the driver. “Thank you.” 

I reached into my bag to grab my wallet and just then, my phone beeped. It was a message from Elias and when I opened it, it read:

“Seraphina is with me tonight again. I will send for you later.”

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. Of course, it was all about Seraphina—flaunting her at every opportunity while I'm nothing but his little secret. 

A tear slid down my cheeks as I heaved in relief. At least, tonight he won't claim me again.

The driver honked.

“Oh, I'm sorry, sir.” I wiped off my tears. “Can we leave here now?” 

“Where to?” 

I paused. 

Tonight… I really don't want to go back home. My family would just continue taunting me about being rejected by Elias, especially Ava—my younger sister—she won't let me breathe.

“To any nearby bar.”

He nodded, ignited the car and pulled away.

………………

Sin and Smoke Lounge looked like Christmas had exploded inside it.

Red and gold baubles hung from the ceiling. Snowflake lights flickered. A giant Christmas tree glowed in the center of the room. Wolves were laughing, drinking, exchanging gifts, kissing under mistletoe like life was beautiful.

Everyone was excited for the holiday.

Everyone except me.

I hated it—the festivities, the joy, the cheer.

I hated that the world was celebrating while I was drowning.

The Lounge was everything I hated—red neon lights pulsing like a heartbeat, bass-heavy music pounding against my skull, and the thick scent of cigars and alcohol choking the air out of my lungs. Different scents of wolves mingling in the air. Strippers dressed in fishnet, straddling men and twisting around a polo on the platform.

I threw down the fourth shot of tequila and signaled for another. 

The bartender slid it on the counter. I threw down the liquid that burned down my throat but definitely not enough to burn down the pain lunged in my chest. 

I slammed the glass on the table and by now, everyone is appearing in twos and I can see rainbows in the ceiling.

“Fuck!” I spat, pressing my palm to my face in a futile effort to stay sober. “I'm so drunk as hell and I'm so pressed too.”

I pushed myself up.. wanting to use the restroom, but the moment I took a step, I staggered forward and straight into the arms of a man walking towards the counter. 

That single touch sent jolts of pleasure down my spine. His scent—frosted pine, smoke from an old winter fire—filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Captivating. I pressed my lips together, stifling the moans threatening to spill past them.

 When I looked up at him, my breath seized completely.

His jaw was perfect—too perfect that I think it's unfair for one person to have this level of perfection. His skin was fairer and smoother than mine. His stormy gray eyes were piercing—it looked like it could see my past, present and future. The diamond studs in both ears flashed under the dim light. His leather jacket was unzipped, he had a black singlet that cleaved to his strong chest like a second skin and Goddess, the dangerous, yet sexy tattoos of wolves with dripping jaws made me lose my breath. 

Oh… God.

“Careful, miss,” he said, his voice was a deep rumble stroking places I never knew existed in my body, which made me sober immediately.

He let me stand gently and took a step away from me like I burned him, his eyes never left me.

My eyes sized him up. He was dressed in a leather cut jacket, black jeans, rugged boots, he had a black glove on and he was reeking of gasoline and danger. He looked like a tout.

All of a sudden, I felt immense heat from within my core. Fuck, I only feel this way anytime my mate, Elias is having sex with another woman. I usually feel this way since a month ago, but I had brushed it off thinking that I was the one with the high sex drive.

I pressed my thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop the ache there. 

“Why does your scent feel… familiar?”…” he paused, nostrils flared up.

Can he smell me? How? I don't have a scent.

“What about it?” I asked, curious.

He didn't speak anymore, he just turned and was about to walk away when I felt another tightening in my cunt. 

Oh.. no, if Elias is going to punish like this, I might as well fight back and break the third rule of the damn contract. In addition, I won't let my new sexy lingerie go to waste. 

Before my mind could catch up, I took a step forward. “Can you please fuck me?”

The words spilled out shamelessly and that amazes me. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe… because I was too heartbroken. 

“What?!” His eyes narrowed in confusion.

I hesitated but when I realised that I'd go home to use my fingers which would definitely not be enough because the heat is overwhelming, I became confident.

I stepped closer to him and trailed my fingers around his tattooed chest. His aura was so intimidating that it almost made my knees buckle. I bet he must be a member of the royal family.

“Fuck me… just for tonight,” I breathed out.

His chest rumbled and he grabbed my wrist. “Are you sure, miss?”

I parted my lips to respond but just then…. “Why are you taking so long, Soren?”

He pushed me away gently and turned.

My breath fell open when I saw another man… not just another, but an exact replica of him. Soren was a twin. His dark eyes seized me and his nose flared up.

Soren gestured towards me, a smirk played on his lips. “Ronan, this miss wants us to fuck her.”

“But… I wanted him.” I pointed to Soren.

“We share, miss,” Soren said. “You ask for one, you get the both of us.”

“So… “ Ronan stepped closer. “Did you think you can handle both of us?”

A long pause… both of them? That would be breaking the rule twice and I felt a thrill coursed through my body at the forbidden desires.

Elias still owned my body on contract—but here, under neon lights and tequila haze, I wanted to be reckless, disobedient, and mine.

“Of course,” I answered firmly. “Just tell me what to do.”

They step closer to me. “Let's see if you will be able to survive tonight.”

Fuck. These men though.

Before I knew what was happening, we were already outside the bar, the parking lots and then Soren handed me a yellow helmet.

“Strap it on,” he ordered, mounting his bike.

My body trembled slightly. They were bikers?! I use to hear that the bikers men are dangerous, but fuck… I was too horny to care about safety now.

I wore the helmet, placed my right foot on the passenger foot peg, swiped my other leg over and sat behind him.

“Hold me tightly,” he ordered. 

I wrapped my arms around him.

Ronan ignited his bike. “The first to get to the penthouse would be the first person to claim her cunt.” 

He sped off.