3. Gifted

She burst into another hysterical laughter, which irritated me. To her, it was just a normal one-night stand, but to me, it meant much more. It was about my entire life.

She picked up her bag and removed five bundles of new notes, then threw them at my feet. I felt another surge of anger. How could she? How could she disregard me in such way!

"Take that money and stop bothering me. I need to get to work," she said as she stood up from the dressing mirror and adjusted her black dress. I noticed she had a preference for the color black, as all the luxury cars in her compound were black.

I kicked the bundle of notes back to her, and she scoffed mockingly. I wouldn't allow myself to be degraded by a human, let alone a woman.

"You should get dressed and leave now!" she yelled, jolting me back to reality. I reluctantly put on my clothes and made my way out of her mansion.

As I walked out of the gigantic gate of the mansion, her car pulled up beside me. She lowered the window "Want a ride? I could spare some minutes to drop you at your destination." She inquired, smiling softly at me. Her expensive cologne wafted out of the car and into the atmosphere. The scent brought back the dirty memory of last night, and I quickly brushed it off.

"I don't need your ride. Stop acting nice!" I retorted sharply, but she just smiled and zoomed off, leaving me to find my way in the unfamiliar estate.

"Bro just got laid by a woman, iconic ! hahaha."

"Shut up, Max!" I snapped. Max is my wolf, and I have three others inside me—Rocky, Midnight, and Rage. I have a rare disorder that sets me apart from my pack; I have multiple wolves within me.

Max has a likable character. He's very funny and charming. Whenever he takes over, I become the most funny and charming person ever. He's also a food lover and can go to great lengths to get food. He once made me eat from a little girl's lunch on a bus because he was hungry. I nearly died of embarrassment. Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous.

Rocky is a chronic playboy. He once took over when I was in school, and I ended up in my psychology lecturer's bed. Thankfully, I was able to fight him off before anything could happen. Rocky is very confident and loves fashion. He enjoys spoiling women, and there's no woman in the world Rocky can't charm. He's always eager to get laid, but I do my best to keep him in check.

Midnight is the one I love the most. I'm glad he appears the most. He is peaceful and quiet, allowing me to be my normal self and carry out my daily activities undisturbed. The only issue with Midnight is that he hates alcohol.

The last one is Rage, the one I fear the most. He rarely takes over, but when he does, it takes a long time for me to overcome him. His strong will is hard to overcome. Rage is proud, arrogant, and strong. He's a Lycan, even more powerful than Alpha. I wish Rage had taken over when I was with that lady; she wouldn't have taken advantage of me because Rage is a hard shell to crack. He doesn't give people, especially women, attention. He's focused and hard to overpower. I like Rage, but I find it hard to control myself once he takes over.

My head suddenly spun, a usual occurrence. It happens whenever my wolves starts to fight for control, battling for dominance. Max had just appeared, but someone else was already challenging him. It was definitely Rocky.

"What! You got laid! I can't believe I missed such an iconic moment. Why can't that weak Midnight allow me to take over at that moment? I would have given that woman the best experience of her life, the kind that would make her come back for more!" Rocky said in my mind with excitement I had never seen in him.

"Midnight, please come back. I can't afford to keep up with Rocky this morning," I pleaded inside myself, imploring my favorite wolf to take over. always communicate with my wolves through my mind.

"Hey, beauty!" I suddenly said, unintentionally winking seductively at a girl passing by. Oh my goodness, this was Rocky's doing.

"Rocky, please don't start with your usual bullshit,"I scolded.

"You had your first experience. She's your fated mate." Rocky said in a more serious tone.

"Stop it! Please! It's just an ancient family tradition. Why must the first lady I get intimate with be my fated mate? Have they ever considered if it was a one-night stand, like my case, or if the woman isn't my type?"

"It's not just a tradition; it's a blood pact made by the Blackwood pack generations ago. If you don't marry your fated mate, the blood curse will kill you." I knew about this; my dad had been talking about it since I was a child, and I had taken it very seriously. I didn't have a girlfriend or have any experiences until last night, and to make matters worse, she's a condescending, rich woman who disregards men.

"It's impossible to make the woman be my mate willingly, Rocky."

"Then leave it to me, hahaha. What's up with Vic from the biochemistry department? Why did you shut me off when I was about to get her number? Did you guys later meet?" Rocky said. Vic was the girl he was trying to woo the last time he took over, and it hurt my feelings because Vic is the typical not so good looking girl in school that people don't like to talk to.

"Please, Rocky, I'm not in the mood for this. I have to find a way to reverse this tradition or pact or whatever. I'll never be with that woman for the rest of my life."