EPISODE THREE

Sierra's POV 

Wolves & Whispers is everything I hate—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 pole on the platform.

If it was yesternight, I'd have storm out of this place immediately, but not anymore.

The distraction is exactly why I come here. I need it to feel alive again.

A sleek black mask hug the upper half of my face, hiding the Luna beneath velvet and anonymity. I need that. For tonight, I'm not a wife. I'm not a leader. I'm not the daughter who needs to be perfect. I'm just a woman with a pulse. A woman who needs to be notice again.

I move slowly, hips swaying with purpose, my crimson dress clinging to every inch of bare skin it dare to expose. When I reach a shadowy corner, I sit and cross my legs, letting the slit reveal more thigh than decency allowed. Let the men see. 

It's an open marriage, right?

Whispers and murmurs follow me. Stares cling like hands. They didn’t know who I was. Not yet. 

And for the first time in years, that feels thrilling. It feels good to be notice.

I lift a single glove finger and summon the bartender, ignoring the men with parted lips and hungry eyes. 

A petite lady with blonde hair arrive within minutes. She greets me but I ignore her and go straight to what matter.

Alcohol.

Lot of it.

I'm going to waste away tonight.

“A bottle of red wine,” I say, my voice barely audible.

She nods and walks away.

Minutes later, she arrive with a wine and a glass. “Enjoy your drink, ma'am,” she says before walking away.

I uncork the bottle and fill the glass to the brim. I know that is unlady like but I don't care.

I empty the glass. The liquid burn down my throat but it does nothing to ease the pain and anger inside me.

As I pour another glass, a thought drop inside me. 

Why can't I feel Varek's betrayal through our mate bond?

Why does he seem like he's a stranger?

The question reverberate through my mind as I empty the second glass. 

If I can't feel any pain while he was screwing another woman, would he not feel anything when I'm screwing another man too?

I sigh in frustration.

'Do you know what's happening?' I ask my wolf.

'No. But we don't need him anymore.' She replies firmly.

My wolf isn't one to agree with me so easily but it seems we are in such perfect sync tonight..

“Excuse me ma'am.“

I glance up and it was the bartender from earlier. 

“What?“ I snap, my voice harder than I intend. 

She press her lips together, nose curls up in disgust. She must have been piss off by my rudeness.

“The men at table fourteen seek your audience,” she say, gesturing towards a shadowy corner across from me.

I glance at the direction and two masked men are sitting there. I hesitate for a moment. If all things are being equal, and as a gentleman, they are supposed to be the one coming over to my table and not the other way round.

I part my mouth to refuse, but my wolf starts jumping around in circles. 'Go. I want them.' She echoed, her voice flipping my stomach upside.

'Want them? How is that possible?' I ask, surprise.

'Go.' She growls loudly to the extent that I didn't realise when I jump on my feet.

“Alright.“ I smile at the bartender who nods and walks away.

I grab my bag, and make my way towards them.

The closer I move them, the more the familiar energy that rippled through me.

This is strange?

Through the mask, their eyes are fix on me. I feel my body on heat, my thighs trembling slightly, yet I try to steady myself.

Then when I step closer to them, the most addictive, intoxicating and overwhelming scent of pine, forest and amber fill my nostrils.

I clutch my bag tightly, bitting down on my lower lips to muffle the moans threatening to slip past my lips. Ohhhh…. I feel heat pool beneath me. My nipples tightening.

When I glance at the men, they smirk. Not a cute one. Not a charming one. But one that seems like they know who I am. They know how much they're unravelling me. They know how soaked I am already. They know just how much I have lose my sense of reasoning and all I want to do is…..

“Beautiful lady,” the first one said, putting a cigar between his lips. “Have a seat.“ He gesture towards the couch across of them before lighting his cigarette.

That voice. Bold. Too bold.

Familiar. Too familiar.

I didn't say a word and just like I am bound with a spell—one I love too well—I lower myself and sit.

The silence linger between us for a while, but their gaze burn into my skin so hard that it makes me lower my head. 

The other guy lean forward and whisper something to the first guy. Then they smirk again.

Goddess… that smirk has a way of controlling my body in ways that even Varek couldn't. In ways that makes me think I'm losing my damn mind for these strangers.

I feel my clit throb, and my breasts feel so heavy that I could have swear that there is milk inside it.

“Luna Sierra,” the other one call. His voice has a dark, mocking edge to it.

My chest pounds.

Instinctively, my hands reach for my face—my mask is still there—so how….?

I tried to speak. “How…..?“

"Coach Sierra,” the first one call.

No… this is no longer funny. These people know me. Too well.

“Who are you?“ I snap, my voice surprises even me. 

They didn't answer immediately. Instead the first one lean forward and tilt my chin up, staring into my eyes.

And I let him.

Oh gracious…. His fingers though.

“It’s Riven,” the one with the cigar say, his voice dropping lower.

“And Rafe Nightmoor,” the other add, a slow smirk curling at the edge of his mouth.

Bang.

The names slams into me like a truck.

Riven. Rafe. Nightmoor.

My breath catches.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Not them.

Not the infamous cocky, proud ice prince twins of the Nightmoor Pack—the largest, most ruthless pack in France.

My younger brother’s best friends. The boys I practically raised and tutored back at the pack. The same boys who once called me “Miss Sierra” with sticky fingers and scraped knees. 

And yet now—

Now my body was aching for them.

Responding to them.

Soaking for them—they haven't even touched a strand in my hair yet.

I’d walk into this bar hoping to forget who I am.

Instead, I walk straight into a fire I might never walk out of.

I open my mouth several times to talk—say something—meaningful or not, but I couldn't.

I finally manage. “Riven? Rafe?“ 

My father was a guard to their father, Alpha Roderick. While mother was a maid to their mother, Luna Alora—until I got married and they had to quit. And since they were within the same age group with Simon, they were eachother's best friend.

I open my mouth to say more but my brain locks up. The only thing it seems to be thinking about is how I desperately want to be bent over this table and slammed into from behind. 

I try to regain myself and yank my face free from him. 

He sit back, arms and thighs spread widely. 

“Riven,” I call, forcing a smile that do not reach my eyes. “Rafe. How are you guys? It's been a while.“  

I'm trying so hard to act like a big aunty after my panties are already soaked for them. A show of shame.

They didn't answer me. The atmosphere only grow thicker with suffocating silence.

“Who knew the Luna could be his hot?“ Riven said, puffing his cigar smoke, his eyes scanning me hungrily like I'm a snack he'll like to devour right there and right now. “You look so breathtaking, Miss Sierra.“

I smile because it feels good to know that the most eligible Alpha heirs in the kingdom found me beautiful, unlike my husband. Varek had said no man would be bold enough to go after what belongs to him, but not these men—clearly these ones are way powerful than he is 

“Why are you here?“ Rafe ask. “We've noticed you the moment you came in and you look troubled. Is Varek troubling you. Moreover why would the Luna be here alone?"

“No, I'm absolutely fine.“ My voice is dismissive. “I just wanted some alone time for myself.“

“Hmmmm,” they both echoes. They obviously didn't believe me but they chose not to press further.

I jump to my feet. “So, guys I will leave you both to it. I should probably head back home. My regards to the Alpha and Luna."

“Really?“ Rafe sneer.

“You're really going to just leave with all that arousal leaking between your thighs,” Riven spits.