Chapter 4

One week later...

🌺LAVO NIGHTCLUB, NEW YORK🌺

Ismena walked through the door of the club. All of the dancers were sultry-looking females, beautiful and nearly naked. Some of the men were laughing and dancing with these women. Some were taking shots of drinks at the bar-side.

Wisps of smoke cast a dream-fog around them, and pinpricks of starlight rained from the swirling strobe, illuminating everything inside the darkened nightclub in slow, sweeping circles. 

From the corner of her eye, she caught a scintillating glimpse of a taut masculine ass pounding forward, back, forward, into an ecstatic woman. Ismena shook her head. These women that just bent to their waists and have séx in a club, how exactly do they manage to just do so with reckless abandon?

She wants wild, but not this wild.

These past few days have been glorious for her. She walked towards the bar and ordered her drink, she was smiling as she remembered her fun time in the amusement park. She'd conquered her lifelong fear of heights when she'd ridden that rollercoaster.

"Just margarita?" The young blonde bartender asked her with a polite smile on his face.

"Yes, please. Maybe, with a little mix. Add tequila too." No intentions of getting high, but being very relaxed is not a bad idea.

It had been really hard in the beginning when she'd strapped herself into that rollercoaster, but eventually, she'd gotten the hang of it, especially when she grabbed the hands of the stranger beside her. She'd screamed half of the way, she recalled with a small smile on her lips.

But in the end, she rode the rollercoaster over and over again. Victorious and exhilarating, that was what she felt as she ticked off the 'Conquer a lifelong fear.' from her To-Do List.

Before morning, she'll be ticking off the one and two on her list. 'Go to a club.' and 'Have a one-night-stand with a total stranger'.

At the other end of the club, a man sat on the couch of that secluded area, sipping his vodka slowly. The wolf likes the drink, but the mountain lion is not on board with the alcohol. Not that alcohol ever affects him.

Wolfariane Daminor Throne waited for Alphose to join him, even as his eyes calmly took note of everything that was happening around him. He saw her enter, the woman who has drawn the attention of half of the men in the club, even without seeming to be aware of it.

She sipped her drink, smiling to herself occasionally. Most of their eyes followed her every movement, and why wouldn't they? The woman looks like séx on legs.

In that tight-fitting flirty black strapless gown that clung to her shapely body like a second skin, the woman looks gorgeous. And with a face like that? 

Oval, brown-colored eyes, oxbow mouth made for kissing, and velvet-black eyebrows that casts a shadow under her eyes whenever she lifts the glass of whatever-she's-drinking to her lips, she is exceptionally enthralling. 

Add the pale-yellow hair that flowed over her shoulders and you get walking, breathing, work of art.

Not that he cares at all what she looks likes. He has no intentions of mingling with any human here, least of all, a woman.

He looked away. 

His thumb played with the huge diamond sparkling ring in his middle finger for a while before he removed it and slipped it into his back pocket. It's a very special ring, he has no intentions of drawing the interest of human thieves to it.

His eyes following the movements of bodies on the dancefloor, taking another sip of his drink irritably. What the hell is keeping Alphose?

In the past few days, since he landed in New York City, he has been very busy in his company, trying to develop business strategies with Cronus, his packmates, and Alphose. After putting in so much work and sleepless nights, it's beginning to pay off. There have been some good positive changes in the sales of the new fertilizer products. But he has been feeling wiped out.

So, he'd come here for a little bit of relaxation while waiting for Alphose to get the remaining papers from Cronus and meet him here, so they can make plans of what next to do here, and when to go over to Oklahoma.

The smell of séx, drinks, and perfumes in the air of the enclosed space of this club has bombarded his nose, or he would have been able to scent Alphose—if he's close or not. It made him uncomfortable.

The black wig he had on to hide his unusual colored hair was making him uncomfortable too. 

Unbiddenly, his eyes went back to the woman. Two men have walked up to her. The way their smiles are slowly dying off instead of broadening further told him that she must be turning them down. In a polite way too, seeing the smile that remained on her face.

Then, she got up, staggered a bit, and began walking away to the bathroom—if his guess is correct. 

After she disappeared behind the door. The two men looked at each other. A look passed between them. A love of pure, evil intent. They followed her.

Not his business. He looked away.

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"Why take three margarita mix when you don't have the head for it, you idiot?" Ismena scolded her mirror self. 

She isn't feeling drunk per say—she's still walking perfectly on her high heels, that's a plus, isn't it?—but she does feel too relaxed on the inside. 

Straightening to her full height—which isn't that much—she staggered on her feet. Okay, maybe a little drunk. After washing her hands, she picked up her purse, turned towards the door and... Oops. 

The same men that walked up to her minutes ago, stood blocking her exit. Is this not the female bathroom? 

She's very sure it says 'female' at the door, so what is the gender that betrayed Jesus Christ doing in here?

Doesn't matter. She walked towards them to the door, but the other one got in front of her, stopping her from reaching her destination. 

"Excuse me, you're blocking the exit." She directed to the lanky one in front of her. The not-so-lanky one turned and flipped the lock.

"We will like to have a little bit of your time, if you don't mind, Angel."

She snorted, "Sorry guys, not an Angel yet, but will be one in the next two months when I get up there." Forefinger pointed up, "That is IF I make it up there." Will she be making heaven? "I wouldn't be betting my money on it though. Not when I want to make the most of my last days here." She flashed a white set of teeth.

They looked at each other in confusion. Turned towards her again. "If you can just agree to play with us here, we will make you feel so good." Not-so-lanky licked his lips, staring drolly at her breasts.

"Am I allowed to decline this very generous offer?" Mentally, she tried to remember all the fighting tricks and taekwondo moves she learned eight years ago from her trainer, but her foggy head was being too slow. Damn, margaritas.

They crowded her space, walking threateningly towards her, "I'm afraid that you can't, Angel."

The first hand that reached for her, she managed to grab hold of it and...CRACK!! The sound of bone breaking filled the air.

"Aaaaaah! She broke my arm!!" Lanky shouted in pain, lifting the hand in question.

Not-so-lanky shot a glare at her, "Oh yeah, I see you're a fighter, young lady. Well, we're going to see about that."

He grabbed both of her arms and twisted her in an effort to cage her but she began struggling with all her might. Raising her feet, she stomped hard on his booted feet, he roared in sheer pain, letting her go for a minute.

She made a run for it, but Lanky grabbed her by the hair—shit, her weakest point!—and puuuuuulled. She had to step back with a yelp or risk having her hair pulled out from the root. "Caught you now, haven't I? I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He finished the snarled threat with a heavy slap to her cheek.

Ismena's ears rang for a moment, she couldn't hear a thing, she was also dizzy...coupled with her alcoholic state, she lost strength and fell completely into his arms. Not-so-lanky recovered enough then to grabbed her hand again, this time around he was able to incapacitate her completely.

"Got you now, bitch!" Not-so-lanky barked, squeezing her hands to his sweaty armpit and pressing his arm hard to keep her from withdrawing her arms, he grabbed hold of her breasts and squeeeeeeeeeezed so hard, a loud cry tore from her lips

She began screaming for help as loud as she could, twisting her body away from their seeking evil hands. She got only a few seconds of the scream before Lanky slapped his palm to her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

Using his free hand, he withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and managed to tie it around her mouth. "This, will definitely shut you up more." His voice breathless from all her struggles.

"How we gonna go about this?" Not-so-lanky asked his friend.

"I'll go first since you're holding her arms and legs captive. Lay her down on the floor. In a few minutes, she'll be wiped out and sexy for us anyway, but until then, I can't wait," He was already unbuckling his pants as he said so.

There's definitely some kind of substance in this handkerchief pressed to her lips, Ismena thought dreadfully. Already she's starting to feel more... relaxed than before. 

She still struggled as best as she could as Not-so-lanky laid her out on the floor of the bathroom, still holding the vital parts of her body captive.

All of a sudden she heard the door burst open.

For a moment, she thought she was hearing things—has to be, after all, she heard them lock the door—but as she managed to pull herself a little bit to the side and looked...

A man stood at the door. No, not 'stood'. He FILLED the door. Is that even a man?

He was huge. Not in a fat-way kindof huge but in a I-kill-people-and-eat-their-bones-for-breakfast kinda huge. An unsmiling very handsome face—if her drunken eyes are telling her the truth—muscular like a bodybuilder, black hair and arms like tree trunk.

He-aven-ly bra!

The only thing screaming I'm 'out-of-place-here!' is the black suit he was wearing—it just doesn't belong. It looks like it's trying to 'tame' him, and failing miserably for that matter. The man put the 'R' in Scary.

"Who the fúck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled. 

Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way. 

When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time."

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