Marielle's POVInside 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
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