Two

The bar was rowdy and filled with people. Different shades of lights dazzled the entire area. The music was blaring, and the ground shook every time the DJ tuned his equipment.

Raven looked at the barman, who was busy attending to other people seated at the counter, as she raised her glass. "One more bottle, please."

He looked at her before his gaze flickered to the now-empty bottle of tequila. She could easily tell he was worried, seeing her finish a whole bottle herself and still ask for more. But she couldn't be bothered to care about keeping faces at that moment. He also seemed to consider that he was making a profit, and instead of convincing her otherwise, he brought out another bottle for her.

She took yet another glass of tequila, feeling the burning sensation down her throat, and her eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't even be sure if it was due to the strong taste of the drink or if she was just too sad and needed to cry.

"Aish..." She whispered, her body swaying on the chair due to the several shots she had taken.

The series of events that had unfolded in the past week had been enough to make her want to cry into a bucket.

First, she had found out who her mate was and then got rejected by him. And then, she had no idea how the rest of the pack members found out, but the bullying and harassment she had to face in the days that followed were incomprehensible.

And then, to top it all off, her so-called mate had found her the night before after ignoring her and treating her as if she were invisible the past few days, only to try to sleep with her. When he was rejected, he had offered to make her his sex slave in exchange for protecting her.

It was the final straw for her. Nothing hurt more than her rightful mate wanting to take advantage of her and make her his mistress.

"Fuck..."

She was disgusted, heartbroken, and frustrated by everything that had driven her out of the pack house and into the streets dominated by humans to get some fresh air. She didn't know how she had ended up in the bar, but the drinks seemed to be doing well as a distraction from her issues.

While she was quietly brooding, three men suddenly appeared beside her and took their seats around, enclosing her in the middle. At first, Raven was too far gone to notice their motives.

But when one of them suddenly said to the barman, "Get this beautiful lady another drink. Her bills are on me."

She looked up at the man before moving her gaze around and noticing that the three of them were strange. She lifted a hand, slurring as she rejected, "No, thank... you. I'm... good."

The men laughed and didn't force her. Instead, the one on her right tried to strike up a conversation.

"Pretty lady, why were you here drinking alone?"

"Are you heartbroken? Did your boyfriend jilt you?" Another asked, and they laughed.

Raven could sense that something was wrong, and she didn't say anything in response. Instead, she looked toward the barman, feeling her head swaying with every moment. She was getting uneasy.

"How much is my bill?" She asked.

"Two hundred bucks," he replied, and she dug her hand into her pocket for her card. She had saved some money up in the past two years, so she wasn't completely broke and had something to fall back on.

"I'll pay for it," the man insisted, but Raven still brought out her card, and the barman took it.

She stepped down from the chair she sat on, staggering immediately as she was not yet balanced, and nearly fell off the platform. But she managed to stand up straight, narrowly avoiding the outstretched hands of the men who were now trying to grope her as their eyes scanned her figure.

They had noticed Raven from the moment she entered. She was quite beautiful, that was for sure. It was something even Lucas had noticed in her despite his presumed disgust and hate. And it was the reason Nadia hated her guts despite always looking down on her.

She was fairly tall and had a slender figure with ample breasts, and a perky bottom that seemed to jiggle every time she moved.

The men were immediately enticed, and they set their gaze on her. She was a good catch, especially since it was clear she was a novice in the bar and wasn't quite aware of the dynamics.

Even though she resisted them, they weren't deterred, as they were convinced they could handle a club geek like her.

Raven stumbled toward the exit, ignoring the calls from the barman to get back her card. She stumbled, half-drunk and half-conscious, toward the parking lot that led to the open roads, intending to get a cab.

But before she could do anything, she was grabbed by the men who had quickly followed her out and were now trying to corner her in a deserted parking lot.

"Let... go!"

Raven immediately tried to resist as she shook off their strong grips, but she couldn't go far for long, as she was thoroughly drunk and stumbled on her steps again.

Werewolves usually didn't get drunk easily, as they had better immunity compared to humans, but Raven was an omega, and she had come to the bar with the sole reason to drink away her sorrows. She was far gone and couldn't even summon her wolf, not to mention fighting off three strong men.

"Little sister, don't struggle so much. We're not going to hurt you."

Another one quickly quipped, "See, you're so beautiful. Why would we want to do anything bad to you?"

"You're so drunk. Let's help you. A pretty girl like you shouldn't walk around the streets alone at night."

"No. No need," Raven stuttered as she tried to break away from their grip. But she couldn't even fight them off no matter what.

"Help me!" She wanted to shout as she caught sight of a figure coming out of the bar, but the men quickly covered her mouth tightly.

"Shut up, you little bitch!" One of them growled as he reached out to slap her, but his hand was grabbed from behind and the next moment, he was thrown over someone's shoulder.

A few kicks here and there, and all three men were on the floor with broken ribs and jaws. They screamed in pain as they looked at the tall masculine figure that had suddenly appeared and was glaring at them angrily.

The man approached them once again, but before he could do anything, they quickly scrambled off the ground and limped away, howling as they went. The man watched them as they left, seemingly wanting to chase after them but deciding against it as he looked back toward her.

Raven had long fallen flat on the ground, losing her balance, and now had her eyes closed as she dozed off. The man stared at her quietly and sighed, both speechless and amused as he reached out to carry her in his arms and walked toward a black Ghost parked across the street.