One-night Stand

Marielle's POV

Inside the clubhouse—Howls and Fangs—was exactly the distraction I needed. Red neon lights throbbed like a heartbeat while bass-heavy music rattled through my skull. The air was thick with cigars, alcohol, expensive cologne, and the musk of wolves tangled together. On the platform, strippers in fishnets coiled around the poles, straddling men with lazy, practiced grace.

“Your strongest drink, please,” I said to the bartender—a petite lady with blonde hair—as I slid onto the stool in front of her.

She nodded with a polite smile before turning away.

I tried concentrating on the loud music in a desperate and futile attempt to forget what I had become.

My ex-mate’s whore. His dirty little secret. How pathetic.

The bartender slid a bottle of alcohol and a glass in front of me. “Enjoy.“

I filled the glass and threw down the liquid—it burned down my throat, but not enough to burn away the memory of that stupid video of me touching myself.

Another glass. Another glass. Until I could barely make sense of what was happening around me. Until the bartender started appearing in twos.

“Hey… another drink, please,” I slurred loudly, my voice thick with alcohol. “Just give me everything you have, Miss.“

The bartender folded her arms and didn’t move an inch. “I’m sorry, Miss…” Her voice remained professional. “I can’t serve you any more drinks… you’re already drunk as it is.“

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why do you care if I waste away or not?“ I stood up angrily. “I’m a customer, and you can’t tell me what to do.“

She didn’t say a word.

“Fine.“ I turned away. “I’ll go to the next bar across the road,” I threatened before staggering off, shoving past other drunk customers in my path.

“Oh, you smell amazing, baby,” a man said, his lust-filled eyes fixed on me like I was prey. “Do you want to spend the night with me?“

“No… please,” I muttered quickly and increased my pace. I breathed in relief when he didn’t try forcing himself on me.

The moment I reached the door, my knees buckled and I stumbled forward. But instead of hitting the floor sharply, strong arms caught me.

My breath seized the second I glanced up. Piercing hazel eyes. A jaw sculpted to perfection. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Powerful. His dark hair was styled back flawlessly, not a single strand out of place.

His masculine cologne filled my nostrils while his aura pressed heavily against me, oppressive and almost suffocating. I could instantly tell he was either a powerful Alpha or a member of the royal family.

All of a sudden, the wind seemed to blow harder and fuck… it felt like his hands were all over me—stroking places I never even knew existed on my body.

I quickly pushed myself away from him and stood upright. Bowing slightly in appreciation, I tried ignoring the way my body reacted to him—lustfully, shamelessly, erotically.

I tried walking again, but damn… I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried lifting my legs, they seemed rooted to the spot.

Then my body began burning from the inside—so intensely that it felt like I was going to explode from the heat.

Why the hell am I feeling like this?

My eyes widened when realization hit me like a sledgehammer. Tonight is the full moon. And I’m about to go into heat.

Oh…

I really need to get home as soon as possible because Omega heat is no joke—especially for a weak she-wolf like me. If I stay here any longer, the men around me won’t be able to resist my scent.

I glance up only to see the stranger staring at me like I am the only thing he can see in the room. Perhaps he can already tell what is happening to me.

I quickly turn my head away, take another step, and stumble backward again. I hate alcohol! This time, I expect to fall, but another pair of strong arms catches me.

“Thank you…” The words die in my throat when I look up and realize it is the stranger again.

Same face. Same jaw. Same scent. Same suffocating aura.

What the hell is happening?

I snap my head backward and see the stranger still standing there… while I am somehow trapped in another man’s arms.

With the back of my hand, I rub my eyes. It must be the alcohol messing with me.

But it isn’t. Oh… they are twins.

Identical twins, unlike Mirena and me who look nothing alike.

I push weakly against his chest in a futile attempt to get off his body, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he simply holds me gently, like I am something fragile.

“You’re big, bold, and beautiful, Miss,” the one holding me says in a smooth baritone voice that strokes against my skin. “And you smell insanely good too.“

Fatty. That’s what Rylan called me.

Big! Bold! Beautiful!

That’s what this stranger sees when he looks at me. Insanely good?

No one has ever told me that before. No one.

Not you smell like you just crawled out of someone’s bed. Not move away before your weight crushes me. Not disgusting Omega.

This is the nicest thing anyone has said to me all year and I swear… my heart races wildly with joy while my heat intensifies, prickling across every curve, fold, and inch of my skin.

Rylan’s words echo loudly inside my head. My dirty little secret.

I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s the desperate need to prove that I still belong to myself. Maybe it’s because those compliments make my heart race with happiness. Or maybe it’s the heat ravaging my body—the same heat that would probably send me home to cry and touch myself alone tonight.

I don’t think; I just act.

“Can you please fuck me?“ I whisper, my eyes never leaving his. The words slip out before I can stop them. “Just for tonight?“

His mouth parts slightly in disbelief before his lips slowly curl into a devilish smirk. “Are you sure… Miss?“ he asks quietly, almost like he is giving me one last chance to back out.

“Yes, please,” I answer quickly. Too quickly.

Because Rylan has already taken everything from me—my pride, my dignity, and my freedom—and it feels like I have nothing else left to lose. Besides, after tonight, I probably won’t ever see them again, so what is the fuss about?

The other twin steps closer. “Are you sure you can handle both of us?“

“You both?“ I repeat, stunned. “I wanted you—” I point toward the one currently holding me.

“We share one woman, Miss,” he clarifies calmly. “So do you think you can handle the both of us?“

My breath catches. Both of them?

As ridiculous as it sounds, I can’t stop the thrill running down my spine at the thought, making heat pool deeply between my thighs.

'I want them. Both of them' My wolf—Eva—growls loudly inside my head—not softly, but commandingly.

My brows knit together in confusion. My wolf has always been silent. In fact, we used to constantly disagree because I hated her for being weak… but tonight, it feels like we are finally in perfect sync.

The words spill out before I can stop them. “Yes… I can handle both of you.“

Their smirks mirror each other’s—dark, dangerous, and knowing. One of them leans closer, his lips brushing lightly against my ear.

“Then let’s see if you survive the night, Omega.”