Alpha japhet pov
I slid into my Porsche and zoomed off to the club, my mind swirling with thoughts I couldn't shake off. The club was my escape, a place where I could let go, even if only for a while.
Reaching the entrance, it was the usual scene—the flashing lights, the thumping bass, and the relentless attention. She wolves couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off me. It was exhausting, honestly. That was why I often preferred clubs in the human world. At least there, I could blend in, behave like everyone else.
But tonight was no different. Girls lunged toward me as if their lives depended on it, their eyes hungry with a thirst I found more irritating than flattering. In the werewolf world, I was the Alpha of Silvercrest. The title alone was enough to command respect, even fear. Yet here
