CHAPTER 2

Zayn Pov

In a modern-day city surrounded by an ancient forest, werewolves are not a myth. They are secret peacekeepers, known as the Silver Moon Pack. Although there are other packs, the silver moon pack is the strongest and biggest pack.

Unlike traditional pack hierarchies, the Pack is run like a secret order, with members bound by magical contracts and assigned to different sectors to maintain balance between supernatural and human affairs.

No one is supposed to cross those boundaries, not even Alphas. Humans are unaware of their existence.

I'm now the silver moon pack alpha, and the only thing I'm missing is the mafia boss title.

It's more important than the alpha title because with it, I'd have absolute control over the dealings here in the human world.

My hand ran through my messy hair as I stepped out of my car and entered the club.

They were already watching before I even opened the door. Of course they were. That’s what sheep do when the wolf steps into the room: they watch, they whisper, and the funny thing is, I'm an actual wolf.

I twist my wrist, catching a glimpse of my watch.

I'm to meet my father today, I don't know what is so important that he needs to tell me this late.

I entered my club, and I just stood there while glancing at the people. Sweat, lust, and desperation filled the air. Humans can be so pathetic sometimes, that is why we just use them to our liking.

My club was one of the biggest in the United States. And a lot of shady business goes on here. This whole city, the streets, the drugs, the fear, it all drips in my family’s name. And I wear it better than my father ever did.

My eyes scanned the room as I passed the tables, the bar, the wasted faces trying to drink away lives that barely matter. A few girls tried to meet my eyes. Brave. Or stupid. Probably both. I didn’t slow down.

I tapped my ring twice on the bar. No words. I don’t need to say anything. The bartender rushed over and poured my whiskey.

I turned and leaned against the counter.

I climbed upstairs to the VIP lounge, waiting for my father. My guards immediately brought someone and threw him at my feet. He already looked half beaten.

I wasn't really in the mood for this tonight. He smelled so awful. One thing I hate about having a hyper-sensitive nose is this.

He raised his head a little, and our eyes met. Paul

Little rat-faced Paul, the bookie who thought skimming Marcini's money, was a bright idea. I smiled. The kind of smile that makes men pray they weren’t seen. I gestured for the guards to leave, and I crossed my legs on the other side.

Everyone seated around me knew what was going on, so they just watched.

“Paul,” I said, voice warm like a knife in the gut. “Fifty thousand? That’s what my trust is worth to you?”

He tried to speak, but his tongue tripped over his fear. He trembled like a dog.

I raised my hand lazily, and two of my men moved without a word, started landing punches everywhere on his body. Paul didn’t scream. Not here.

I don’t make scenes. I make examples. I gestured to my guards, and they stopped and dragged him away as I sipped my whiskey.

My eyes travelled to a girl not far from my side, young, new, and soft. She's human too. She smiled at me. Looks like she's already in for the game. I urged her to come sit by me, and she did it without wasting a minute.

I don't even know why people call me a womaniser, I can't help it if women are attracted to me.

“Eyes like that should come with a warning label,” I murmured. She smiled. I brushed her hair back. She flinched but didn’t pull away.

Her hand went over my belt buckle, and she started circling her hand over it. “You seem interesting.” She said flirtatiously, and a smirk appeared on my face.

I grabbed her by the hand and brought her to one of my rooms. I immediately pulled down my pants, and she grabbed my dick and began sucking it like her life depended on it.

This is what humans are meant for, nothing else. Just fuck toys.

I threw my head back as I groaned in pleasure. I grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth, she started droolling and gagging but I still went on, I could feel my orgasm building up, and just as I was about to cum, my father opened the door.

“Fuck.” I pulled my dick outta of her mouth. He stared at me with disgust written all over his face. “Get out,” I said sternly while buckling my belt. She stared at me, confused. “Are you fucking deaf I said get out.” She got up with a displeased look and immediately left.

He handed me a document aggressively and pulled out a chair for me to sit on. “What is this?”

“My will.”

“What? Why are you giving me this, Father?”

“Because I'm dying, you womanising prick. When are you going to grow up and stop using your dick to think. You're an alpha for crying out loud. And you're soon going to be the mafia boss.”

“Father… What are you talking about? You know that I serve the people of the silver moon pack with all that I have.” He sighed heavily, and I opened the will. As expected, everything was given to me, but there was something that caught my eye.

I could only get the inheritance once I got married?

“Father, what the hell is this? Marriage? You know I don't do that.” I don't think any girl in the Silver Moon pack is worthy enough to be my luna.

“You will, you ingrate. Unless you want to lose everything to your stupid cousin who's addicted to Coke.”

“This is crazy. You know how I despise getting tied to someone. How could you do this?”

“That is not my problem. You have approximately 2 weeks to find a wife, or else I'm handing over everything to my brother.” My father didn't even wait for my response and just left.

“Fuck!” I paced up and down in the room. My father, King Jay, had ruled with an iron fist. Everyone feared and knew of him, and everyone knew that I'd be succeeding him after he left. I can't let this slip out of my hands.

Even if I have to marry a handicap, I will because this empire is more important than anything else. That's all I've been trained for, and that's all I want. I could leave the silver moon dealings to my Beta.

I ran my hand through my messy hair and walked out of the room. I rested my hand on the rails as I gazed at the dancing crowd downstairs. While I was scanning, my eyes stopped on a cute girl dancing. I couldn't smell her because of how far she was.

From her movements, she seemed new, and she kind of looked innocent, even though she was wearing a sexy dress.

Her eyes met mine, but I didn't look away. I never look away. I wanted to let her know that I was looking, but instead of smiling or trying to get up here, she gave me a dirty look and went back to dancing.

I smiled, shocked at what just happened. No girl has ever given me such a look before. They mostly throw themselves at me. I kept on looking at her, and she lifted her head one more time and looked away again.

This girl is interesting. I stared at her throughout the night. She kept on drinking with her friend and looked very happy. I saw her whispering something in her friend's ear, and she pointed upstairs. She pushed through the crowd and made her way here.

She seemed drunk already. Immediately she got here, the men started eye raping her. One was even following her and trying to talk to her, but she snubbed him.

Looks like she's going to the restroom. I realised that the guy was still following her, so I walked to their side. I tapped him on his shoulder, and immediately he saw me. He bowed his head.

“Get the fuck away from her.” I said coldly and he immediately ran off. I looked at the girl, who was standing right in front of the stall, she was busy looking for something in her bag. I tried my best to get her scent but all I got was her chamomile scented perfume.

I guess she's human then.

I couldn't help but check her out. Her body was so sexy, and my dick started to hurt because of the unfinished business earlier. She stumbled back and I immediately grabbed her. Her eyes were droopy. Her face was red as a cherry. Immediately I touched her my hands felt tingly and I didn't understand why.

Before I could leave her, I felt her warm lips smash on mine. My heart started thumping so hard in my chest. I was completely shocked, is she drugged or what?

I tried peeling her off me, but her grip on my shirt was so firm. She pulled me into the stall with her. I finally broke the kiss. Trying to process what was happening. “Miss, were you drugged?”

“No, stop talking I know you want to fuck me.” She smashed her lips on mine again, this time passionately. Wow, such a fierce girl. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, so I kissed her back. I don't know why my body is responding so much to her, I haven't felt like this before, even with a shewolf.

I grabbed her and placed her on the bathroom counter. My hand went to the back of her head to deepen the kiss while my other hand roamed her body. Her mouth tasted like liquor and strawberries. I'm sure that's because of her lip gloss.

She was so soft, and the way she kissed was just my style. I reached into my pockets, but I realised that there were no condoms. Fuck.

I broke the kiss, she stared at me in a breathless state, and she looked so hot. “Do you have a condom?”

“Don't worry about that, I can't have kids.” She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. My hands grabbed her plumb boobs and I played with it.

Am I about to fuck a stranger without a condom?

At this point I was so fucking hard that my head stopped working. I unbuckled my belt and shifted her panties, making her shiver. She was so wet down there. I don't know why my heat has heightened so much, it's not even mating season.

I positioned my dick at her entrance and teased her clit by circling it, her body jerked in pleasure and i finally pushed it slowly inside.

She gasped in pleasure and grabbed my shirt. Her heat was so welcoming and she was so fucking tight I felt like I was about to bust.

Her hands went under my shirt, feeling me up, and I started to move slowly, earning small moans from her. She's so fucking pretty. After her inner walls had adjusted to my length, I started thrusting faster.

She threw her head back in pleasure. “Ahhh, yes, fuck.” She groaned as I plunged into her. My other hand started circling on her clit and her thighs shook as she buried her face on my chest while trying to steady her breathing.

I groaned in pleasure as i fucked her. Why do I feel like leaving my mark on this human girl? I fought the urge and just continued fucking her.

The stall was filled with grunts and flesh slapping on flesh. Her thighs started shaking again, and I could feel my orgasm approaching again.

“Ahh, fuck, ahhh fuckkk.” She groaned in pleasure as her body vibrated. I was so mesmerised and turned on that I came instantly. We remained like that for a while, trying to catch our breath.

She pushed me gently off her and jumped off the counter while adjusting her dress, and with that, she left. What? I stood there confused.

Why do I feel like I was used?