Chapter Three

Reign’s POV

The lights of the city where the New Haven pack was, were shining into the window of the SUV.

I sat at the back of the car while Zeke was driving,the sound of the engine was the only sound that could be heard. Behind us was another SUV with my men in then all trained by Pure bloods.

The pack house was now twenty minutes away. But I didn't want to rush into Gerald's new delusional found power. I smirked. I will go there on my own terms.

“Slow down.” I told Zeke, my head tilting the corner. “We will stop here.”

Zeke turned and looked at me over his shoulder “In the middle of nowhere.”

“Exactly.” My mouth curved.

The SUV turned into a narrow street, where they saw a low lit drinking spot. It was old but clean. Warm lights coming from the window.

We got down from the vehicle and stepped inside the place.

As we stepped into the place heads turned.Humans. Like they could feel I am dangerous even though they couldn’t name it.

Zeke followed me a step closer to me while the other traded behind. “Trying to make an impression, before the real deal?” He asked.

I sat on the barstool at the far end. “ I don’t make impressions, I leave marks.”

The bartender approached them wiping a glass. “What can I get for you, sir?”

“Whiskey. A strong one.” I tilted my head towards Zeke and the others. “Likewise.”

Zeke smirked faintly. “You do realize no matter how strong the whiskey is, it won’t get to you right?”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.”

The glass went down. Then came the second and then the third and just like that. The murmur of the human conversations filled the room. I could hear it even if I didn’t want to.

My men kept to themselves ; they were now scattered in different locations in the place.

“You are planning something.” Zeke who had been drinking and watching me finally spoke up.

“I’m always planning something,”I replied.

“Care to share with me.” Zeke asked, face filled with intrigue.

I gave him a flat look. “No”

“Fair enough. I am going to find out anyway.” He chuckled under his breath.

We had our fill at the bar table. I pushed my glass towards the bartender. “Rooms?”

The man nodded and pointed towards the hallway. “Third room by your left.”

A different room was given to Zeke and the guys. They all knew how I loved my privacy and didn’t like to be disturbed.

I entered the room. It was small but fancy. A bed, a dresser, a table and also had a bathroom in it. I removed my coat and set it down in the chair. I didn’t bother locking the door because no one will dare enter.

I laid on the bed and closed my eyes. I didn’t sleep, I rarely did. I just enjoyed the stillness before the action tomorrow at the pack house.

He was thrilled to see the look on Gerald’s face.

As he was laying there in a light dimmed room, I heard the door open. My gaze sharpened instantly. Disturbing me brings consequences.

A small figure staggered in. Her steps were uneven and she was drunk to stupor. She didn't look at me. She didn’t hesitate. She just staggered and walked towards the bed.

I caught her scent as soon as she entered the room. Weak. An omega. Under the influence of alcohol. And there was something else, there was something else I couldn’t point.

She had shut her wolf out deliberately.

She reached the side of the bed and just laid down beside without a word. The bed dipped in under her small weight.

She just layed there.

I was stunned for the briefest moment. No one walked into a Lycan’s space like that and lived.

This little wolf was carefree.

I could have thrown her out but I just watched her.

Droplets of baby hairs fell over her face, her breathing was slow and her lips parted faintly as she sighed against the pillow.

She didn’t know I was here.

She didn’t know who I was. Yet she made herself comfortable in my bed.

Foolish.

But strangely intriguing.

I leaned slightly towards her, my gaze traveling all over her body. Her scent was mixed with alcohol but beneath the smell something remained pure and untouched. I was sure about the pack she came from. I smirked. My eyes traveled round her face.

She shifted in her sleep, murmuring something under her breath. Incoherent but filled with sorrow that didn’t come from being drunk. The little wolf was hurt.

It wasn’t going to take time for her to wake up. Wolves aren’t lightheaded like humans. She was just a weak wolf but she is still a wolf.

I laid my head back on the pillow, eyes never leaving her.

I will decide when she wakes up what to do with the little wolf in my den.

But one thing was certain.

She wasn’t going Scot free.