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Luckily, the back door leading to the street wasn't locked. Through it, I slipped out into the yard. The white Porsche Cayenne flaunting there quickly helped to decide on a further escape plan.

The selfish beta did not even think of ever locking the car, rightly believing that no one would dare to touch it. And so it was. Before me.

As soon as the “start” button was pressed, the car engine growled muffledly. I didn't hesitate for a second. I pressed the gas pedal all the way and turned the crossover towards the road. Glancing in the rear-view mirror for the last time, I noticed how half-dressed Vadim, running out of the house, had only to swallow the dust from under the wheels of his beloved car.

Happened!

Having left the territory of the village, with shaking hands, she took out the phone from her skirt pocket and poked at the speed dial button. Not very consistently and coherently described the current situation for her fiancé. In response, she was instructed to stay in the city until the morning, until Rinat returns. By that time, the car had long been racing along the suburban highway towards Moscow, so I had no problems with fulfilling the request. There was another problem. How to survive the whole night, if my body is burning in an unbridled desire to satisfy the crazy carnal hunger?!

The fact that Vadim (considering that I was in his car) would definitely find me even before Rinat returned was not even in doubt, so without hesitation, she stopped at the entrance to the capital and searched the salon in search of something suitable, which could help in some way. I really wanted to find at least a gun, but only money was found in the glove compartment and antibacterial wipes. The last one was very helpful. I used everything to the last, in order to at least partially get rid of the unpleasant sensation of someone else's saliva on my neck. It’s a pity that it was still not possible to completely eliminate the smell of this vile werewolf in this way. But, in the absence of more, I will be content with what I have. Having finished with the unpleasant procedure, she took with her a package of five thousandth bills, putting it in her pocket, and went out into the street.

The July heat is not so strong at night. A slight chill touched his face. She froze for a moment, letting the gusts of wind ruffle her loose hair and climb into the neckline of her yellow blouse.

So I would have stood here, not thinking about anything else. Not about the place where I live, not about those with whom I have to be close, not about the upcoming wedding, not about what will happen when Rinat returns from a business trip. I have always appreciated and respected my fiancé, but sometimes it seemed as if an independent free life would suit me better. At least, one would not have to unquestioningly obey the strongest, which was given with great difficulty.

Ridiculous thoughts about what will never be achievable had to be pushed aside, because now is clearly not the right time to regret the past. For reliability, she opened the hood, because a girl voting at night in a short skirt usually evokes not the associations that we would like at the moment. More precisely, I really wanted to ... and that is why I tried not to allow me to be mistaken for a night butterfly.

Soon a quite decent foreign car stopped nearby. The driver, to my great relief, was a woman.

I greeted her and told her a sad story about a broken car. A new friend did not remain indifferent, offering a ride. I gave her the first address that came to mind, and the rest of the way she was just silent, peering into the lights of the night city. Gradually, physical weakness receded, though the insane agony, pushing to surrender to the first comer, only intensified, leading to new gloomy thoughts.

I hope that I will still be able to remain loyal to the alpha of the gray wolf clan ...

Deep bass hit my befuddled brain as I paused at the entrance, taking in the scenery. The bright glare of the laser show darted along the luxurious interior of the entertainment venue and its visitors in time with the sound of hard rock. She couldn't resist and took a deep breath of the smell of nicotine and alcohol, which was deeply ingrained in the atmosphere. She glanced around the dance floor. Sweaty, heated bodies writhed and rubbed against each other to the unpretentious rhythm of the music. The main contingent was hardly twenty years old. I shifted my attention to the lounge area. Among the leather sofas with low backs - the audience is older. The men looked more reserved and not as swaggering. And most of them were not alone. She sucked in the surrounding smells again, trying to determine the safest place for herself. The lounge area was definitely not.

It was necessary to spend this damned night somewhere ...

Every step I took resonated with a lingering pain in my lower abdomen.

Damn this lustful male!

A fleeting trail of aroma from a mixture of cardamom and musk made me distract from my thoughts and stop halfway. She sniffed the air and instinctively searched around with a greedy gaze in search of the owner, but the smell managed to get lost among many others. The air again became the same and carried nothing more than disappointment. She shook her head in order to regain her composure.

What am I thinking about?

“Good evening, sunshine,” the voice that rang out in my address forced me to return to reality.

The man was standing behind me. Very close. I haven’t seen it, but judging by the fumes from the weekly consumption of rum, this is clearly not my candidacy for a pleasant pastime. I'm sorry I didn't have time to voice my opinion.

"Let's have a drink, honey?" the man continued.

From the "flattering" epithet, I already shuddered.

"Don't you have enough yet?" she smiled back.

Obviously, the chosen tone did not sound aggressive enough, because the individual ignored the phrase and brazenly placed his hand on my shoulder in the clear intention of pushing forward. I myself was going to go there, but not in such a company, so I did not even think to budge.

“You have a second to take your hand off me,” she spontaneously switched to a low growl, warning a potential victim of her bad mood. “Unless, of course, you want to end up with broken fingers, honey ,” she mimicked, grimacing.

The warning proved futile. The fingers holding me tightened tighter. To some extent, I thanked this average dude, who considers himself the center of the universe, where everyone will go with him at the first call. The agony that tormented my poisoned body instantly faded, giving way to rage, filled with a single desire to put the presumptuous dandy in his place. And if the last hour I was languishing from a burning desire to fuck everything that moves, now the attack of dope has faded into the background.