Forrest rushed through the dark night as quickly and quietly as he could, tailing his target. After he informed Kiara of the person who had Christen’s scent, he was both surprised and angered to learn exactly who this man was. ‘Surprised’ for he did not expect the man who held his ex-wife’s scent to be that disgusting man. ‘Angered’ for if Christen was with him, it was possible that this guy may have done something to her. Something that may break her even more, assuming if there was any more of her that can be broken…If he would dare even think it, the thought of Christen getting hurt worried him so. He may not have any right to have such feeling, given that he was the one who pushed her away, but it was because of that- because of him- that her life got worse. And she was made a target of a playboy. No… someone even worse, if this man caught Kiara’s attention in a negative perspective.‘Christen… She better be safe,’ he prayed.As he kept following his target, to Forrest’s confusio

Out of all things Forrest had expected- they being a man of hidden wealth or power, surrounded by either riches, weapons, and/or women, while at the same time also having a very lazy deposition in some way- he did not expect the scent that left the room as soon as the bartender opened the door just a crack.“S-Sir. I brought along a guest,” he stuttered out.“A guest? I don’t think I remember an appointment having been made for today, do you?” a voice within had stated. “He had been incredibly insistent on seeing you. Or rather, see one of our regulars and employees.”“And what? You didn’t think about simply sending him away? A customer who is not here to buy anything is no customer at all. I thought you’d know that, Benjamin.”“Likewise, I think you’d know better than to keep said man waiting,” Forrest decided to speak up then, indirectly saving the bartender from whatever fate he would’ve gotten. “Also, perhaps you should at least ask your own employee who it is who is waiting to s

The shock Damien had over the news he heard regarding the cops that arrived got replaced by rage over how arrogant Forrest sounded.“You damn Beta bastard… What the hell did you do?!” he demanded.“Isn’t it obvious? I had my mate contact the agents and send them here for backup. And the police, as well,” Forrest calmly explained. “The ‘cops’ your boys speak of must be Kiara’s men. I did make it clear to contact those humans a little later. Seems that’s the right choice, if you have some werewolves hiding in here.”The explanation was really starting to piss Damien off, if he wasn’t already. How dare this Beta sound cocky in his presence? All because he got him by surprise! And he was going to pay.“You think a Beta like you has any right to stand against me? An Alpha! Don’t screw with me!” he shouted, getting up from his seat and shifted into his werewolf form.Or so he was about to shift, when a fist suddenly collided against his face, and sent him back down to his seat, and tumbled

By the time the police arrived, Damien, his staff, and even the customers within were all detained by Kiara’s men. Well, most of the staff members were. As it would turn out, Christen was not the only person who was there against her will. Giving services to people they did not want to give, but were more or less forced to. As for the customers, some of them were nothing more than members of Damien’s werewolf group, who followed their soon-to-be-former future Alpha to the human world. As for the rest, just some humans they had recruited… into their mafia- the Night Howlers- a disguise that Damien had went with during his time in this world, second to owner of the bar and love hotel.Upon arrival, on Forrest’s orders, the werewolves had left the area, leaving the aftermath to him. There were some protests about needing to stay behind to assist their Alpha’s mate, to help ‘explain’ to the police what happened in the area, but with some convincing from Kiara, the wolves all dispersed in

Beep... Beep…It was dark, cold and painful for Christen. She who felt so weak, she could hardly move a finger, much less her eyes.She could vividly recall what happened last. One of her violent, ruthless regulars came after a 'boring party', as he had put it, and wanted to relieve himself of the boredom on her. Both sexually and violently.Beep… Beep…She didn't want to go through either of those. Not the pain, nor the forced pleasure. But there was nothing she could do about it. This was, after all, a part of that deal she made with Damien, back when he stopped her from committing suicide, and sweet talked her into working for him. An act that made her hate herself even more. For had she not been so gullible as to easily believe in anything nice- if there was such a thing to start with- she would never have been in this situation.Beep… Beep…‘I don’t want to go through with this any more… But I have to,’ she thought. ‘This is the only way I can support him.’Beep… Beep…‘Him’… Had