He Wants A Night Stand? He Will Get It!.

He Wants A Night Stand? He'll Get It.

Claire's POV.

"You rescued me a few hours ago and now you want me? What a joke…" 

As I stood still, firmly to the ground with my hands placed on each other, I muttered about how being saved from Alpha Nicholas by Alpha Chase was one matter , but being summoned to his chambers probably because he rescued me at such a late hour was a completely different issue.

My fingers tapped rhythmically on my right thigh as I appeared in my ripped red dress which I was saved with and my messy hair which made me feel exasperated enough to let out a deep sigh from my lips.

Standing outside the Alpha's room or chamber made my heart pound with anticipation. 

"I wonder what he wishes to say to me this time.." I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes in disgust.

I didn't know why he had summoned me to his chamber, but one thing I was certain about was that I could figure out his vulnerabilities and use them to my advantage. 

My ultimate goal was to avenge my father's death, to kill him just like he did to my father and I knew that getting closer to the Alpha was a necessary step to take.

I simply needed to observe him and gain insight into his psyche. Despite his attractive appearance and any potential temptation, I remained resolute in my mission.

"I now understand why he's known as the Alpha playboy. He just met a Rogue and already wants to sleep with her? How foolish," I lamented irritably while staring at his closed door that was before my eyes.

"But … isn't this a bit weird?" I gave a deep thought as I tilted my head to the right.

"How would someone like him want to have something to do with a rogue?." 

I was still confused about why the Alpha wanted to meet me and what his intentions were when suddenly, I saw his door open to my gaze and I was faced with Chase Arthur instantly, the Alpha himself.

I froze for a second as I just couldn't get his dashing appearance off my sight.

He looked incredibly handsome, with his tall stature, slicked-back brown hair, and piercing icy blue eyes that sent shivers down my spines immediately.

I couldn't help but notice his impressive physique, including his broad shoulders and muscular chest visible through the three unbuttoned buttons of his white shirt.

As he turned his cold gaze towards me, I felt a nervous lump form in my throat, realising that he was the brutal Alpha responsible for my father's death.

Despite my fear, I managed to smirk at him, letting him know that I too had been observing him closely.

"Why are you grinning? Do you find me amusing?" He asked, causing me to immediately stop and replace my smile with a frown.

I was shocked that he had caught me smiling like a crazy person, thinking that I had only been imagining it, not knowing I was smiling openly, to his face.

"I didn't mean to," I said, inclining and shaking my head in shame before looking back at him.

He stared blankly at me, scanning me from head to toe, clearly sizing me up.

'Just as I had imagined, You're a playboy. Well, I have an idea of how to take you down," I thought to myself as a sneer formed on my lips.

He moved closer to me, wearing a venomous smirk before letting out a scoff that seemed intended to belittle me, right in front of his chambers. 

Fortunately, Turner wasn't around to witness his cold behaviour towards me.

He placed his hand on my right shoulder and lightly tapped it as he walked past me from behind, but I wasn't sure what his intentions were at that moment.

For a split second, I was left stunned, uncertain of his intentions. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how I was going to meet my demise. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest.

I was still trying to stay calm and focus on myself when suddenly, I felt his muscular arms wrap around my slender waist and his warm breath tickle my neck from behind.

In that moment, I experienced a rush, an overwhelming desire to have him close to me which was never my plan.

'Control yourself, Claire.. don't fall for his charms. He's trying to bewitch you with his touch.' I said Inwardly, tightening my fists.

I was about to turn around and push him away from my body when his low, raspy voice spoke into my ear, rendering me motionless instantly.

"Why are you back here again, Rogue?" he asked, raising his right hand slightly before placing it just below my breasts.

"Are you not satisfied that I saved you? You know I don't allow women near my chambers unless they want something else," He whispered in a raspy voice with his lips gently brushing against my neck; causing me to let out a soft moan and breathe heavily.

"If you came here for a one-night stand with me, then I guess you should leave because it's never going to happen with someone like you, a Rogue," He emphasised, "NEVER GOING To HAPPEN!!."

Abruptly, before I could say a word to him, he released his grip on my waist and swiftly took three strides backwards, causing me to feel humiliated. 

I had assumed he was attracted to me earlier, but when I glanced at him, his countenance displayed irritation.

In an attempt to conceal my annoyance, I blinked my eyes and made a derisive noise. "Wow…"

I let out a forced laugh, feeling embarrassed by my earlier assumptions.

Just then, I recalled the woman from earlier who had insinuated that he required my services, and I was convinced that Turner had also heard her say it.

"You requested that I come here, but now you're stating I came for a one night stand with you?" I said with a heavy sigh and an annoyed eye roll.

"I have never invited a woman to my chambers before. I understand that's what you want, someone to satisfy you and make you moan like you just did, but that's not something I'm willing to do" he came closer to me as he stroked a few strands of my hair gently.

"I have more important things to attend to than a wolfless Rogue like you," he mocked as he left my sight rudely and walked towards his door.

He immediately slammed it in my face out of anger. I couldn't believe that I was being humiliated by him because of that woman.

"It's frustrating to think that I actually enjoyed his touch on my waist. He has a way of making women feel inferior before his sight." I soliloquized, biting my lower lips in displeasure.

I placed my hands on my waist, trying to shake off what had just happened, but it seemed impossible. I couldn't help wondering how he now perceived me.

"A one night stand with you? You wish to.. twerp!!" I cussed, still feeling totally uncomfortable and embarrassed.

It was as if he enjoyed picking on the vulnerable and With anger bubbling inside me, I turned to leave his room, no longer interested in being around someone who treated me with such disrespect. 

I scolded myself for even bothering to come to his chamber at that hour, feeling foolish for doing so.

 As I hurriedly left, I hoped that staying away from him would give me some peace of mind, but I couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling that he had insulted my very being.

I stomped my feet on the ground, furious at the disturbing scene that kept replaying in my mind.

"No way, I can't do this. I can't let this slide, I must show him what I'm made of!" The thought of confronting him suddenly crossed my mind as I was still frustrated.

I needed to prove to him that not all women were the same. Suddenly, a sneaky idea came to me.

"If he wants a one-night stand, I'll give it to him," I thought to myself as I stormed towards his room. 

If my plan worked, I would have to come up with another way to get rid of him.