Chapter 4

Elaria's POV

The hotel where I am lodged has a bar and instead of locking myself in, I decide to have fun and celebrate my survival.

I throw down the last shot of red wine in the wooden shot paddle with six glasses. The red wine burns softly as it goes down, warmth spreading through my chest.

I push the tray towards the bartender. “Fill up the glasses again,” I order.

She looks at me intently like she wants to deduce who I am beneath the mask that is mandatory to wear before entering the bar and why I am drinking so much, says nothing, then nods once. She grabs the bottle of wine, opens it, fills the glasses and pushes the tray gently towards me.

“Enjoy, ma'am.”

One after the other, I throw down the six glasses and by the time I am done, I feel so heavy-headed, the room swirling faintly around me.

My gaze flicks towards a corner and I see a man seated there. Through his silver mask, I see hazel eyes staring deeply into mine like I am the only thing that has made sense in a while, shockwaves spreading through my body and goosebumps rising on my skin. We both maintain the gaze and it feels like time stops. I feel so connected to him in a way that is so unnatural and fuck… I press my thighs together as I feel heat pooling beneath me, even my nipples tightening and pressing hard against my bra.

What is happening?

And that is when it strikes me… tonight is the full moon and I am a she-wolf in heat, especially since it has been months since Elias last fucked me. I have been suppressing my sexual urge with anti-suppressants from the pack's clinic but now I do not have it here.

I should get away from here.

I quickly stand, reach into the back pocket of my jeans and slam a hundred-dollar note on the table which I believe will cover for the red wine. I turn away towards the exit, take a step and then freeze.

Why am I running away?

For once, I choose what I want and if I am starting all over again, I decide everything, including the man who gets access to my cunt.

Without thinking twice, I start walking towards his table, every step I take closer to him only makes my body react to him sexually, lustfully and uncontrollably. By the time I reach his table, I feel the crotch of my thong clinging to my pussy like a second skin.

“Hey handsome,” I call out loudly so he can hear me through the music, waving slightly at him. Even though I cannot see his face, I know someone with such a perfect jaw would be dangerously handsome. His powerful and familiar aura presses down on me but I push it away and focus on getting relieved of the torture between my thighs.

“Yes, beautiful.”

Those two words stroke through me, making my nipples tighten even more until I bite down on my lower lip to muffle the moan threatening to spill out.

He crosses his leg and throws down his wine, his throat moving so sexily that I want to run my fingers over it. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” I respond too quickly. “I need you.”

Definitely not for love, not anymore in this life or the next after everything the man I loved for five years has done to me, but for lust.

My voice drops into a low, sultry whisper. “I need you down there,” I add shamelessly, knowing this is definitely the red wine talking and I absolutely love it.

His expression is initially unreadable, then slowly a devilish smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Are you sure? Because you can’t act like tonight did not happen.”

“Of course, I’m sure,” I answer smoothly. I do not think much of his words because I will not even see him ever again.

“Fine.” He stands, takes a long drag of his cigar, puffs the smoke into the air and drops it into the ashtray.

He grips my wrist tightly and leads me out of the clubhouse, the loud music fading into the background as we enter the hotel building.

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Once I blink my eyes open the next morning, I look beside me to his back turned at me, snoring faintly in deep slumber. Without waiting, I slip out of bed and pick up my outfit sprawled across the floor, quickly throwing them on.

As I tiptoe out of the room, I stop mid-step when I remember his words from last night.

“You can’t act like tonight did not happen.”

My brows furrow as I try to understand what he meant, but after thinking hard for a moment, I still cannot figure it out.

Whatever. I am in no position to care about a stranger’s words now.

I reach into my pocket, retrieve the two hundred dollars note there, walk over to the table and place it down. He did a good job last night, so it is only right that I pay him since I approached him.

Fuck… the memories of how he fucked me recklessly, far better than my ex-husband, claw into my mind and I feel my pussy clenching tightly.

As much as I feel the urge to look back at the man who worshipped my body last night, I decide against it. Him staying anonymous might be for the best. I cannot afford to be distracted in my mission of ruining Elias and Isolde.

I quickly tiptoe out of the room and make my way to my suite, and just as I step into the corridor, I perceive a familiar scent and when I look forward, I see her standing by my door.

Beta Aurora, my father’s Beta, is dressed in corporate black pants and a black shirt, her silver hair packed neatly in a bun and her silver eyes lighting up with joy the moment she sees me, her lips curling into a small reassuring smile she has always given me since I lost my mother when I was eight and she practically raised me.

Five guards stand behind her, all dressed in black with dark sunglasses.

I stiffen, feeling awkward because I know that if she is here, then it means one thing—Father already knows about my divorce.

They bow deeply.

I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “What are you doing here?” I force out, stepping forward.

“Your father,” Aurora replies gently, “has heard about your divorce and he wants you back home immediately.”