The Ignored Wolf

Clubhouse(R+)

Mature Content Warning

Louise

We pull up in front of an unassuming building. From the outside, the clubhouse is almost invisible, its brick walls swallowed by thick curtains of ivy. The windows are heavily blacked out, and the only sign of life is a single, dim bulb above the entrance casting a weak, amber glow. I look up at the sign, The Twilight Club, and I can’t help but smile.

"I see. Although you’re exiled, you're the Alpha here," I say.

"In here, you call me President," Elias murmurs. "Come on, little wolf. The real show is behind the curtain."

He swings the door open for me, and I step into a world where I clearly don’t belong.

A massive bar runs the length of the wall, backed by a mountain of glass bottles that shimmer like liquid gold under warm, honeyed lights. The music is low and lazy. Dark jazz mixes with saxophone , which sounds like raw silk.

People are scattered throughout the gloom, sitting solitary at the bar or tucked into the booths. It’s a strange mix of people. Some look like they just escaped a black-tie gala; others look like they just walked out of a gym.

"President!"

A voice calls out from behind the bar. I follow the sound and see a woman waving us over. She’s poured into black leather and sheer lace, her red hair spilling over her shoulders like fire. Her eyes are wide, framed by heavy smoky makeup.

Elias walks toward her, and I trail behind..

"Amy." Elias leans lazily against the bar. "How’s the night looking?"

"No one has dared to start trouble yet," Amy grins. She polishes a glass, her eyes raking over me with curiosity. Her gaze travels from the top of my head to the tips of my shoes before asking, “And who’s the lucky girl?"

"Louise," Elias says. "My guest for the evening. Louise, meet Amy. She handles the drinks."

I reach out to shake her hand. When I try to pull back, she doesn't let go. Instead, she traces a slow, deliberate circle on the sensitive skin of my inner wrist.

"Don't touch my things," Elias says, giving her a warning look.

"Okay, okay. I was just testing the waters to see how much this girl matters to you." Amy giggles, quickly letting go of my hand under Elias’s murderous glare. She turns back to me with a wink. "Have fun, little wolf. If I were you, I’d call out of work tomorrow. You’re probably going to be too drained from coming to even think about standing up."

"Always thinking ahead," Elias smirks, turning to me. "Come on, Louise."

I scramble to keep up with him. "Why does she call me little wolf too?" I mutter.

Elias laughs, "Probably because you’re so tiny."

I shoot him a glare despite knowing he’s not wrong. My frame is small for a werewolf. Underdeveloped. Maybe because I lack a wolf of my own. I used to try wearing heels to overcompensate, but I always felt like a fraud. So eventually, I just hid the shoes in the back of my closet and accepted my invisibility.

We head for the first floor. The stairwell is bathed in a dim, carnal red light, making it feel like we’re descending into a forbidden ritual.

"Where are you taking me?" I whisper.

"Just a tour," he says, adding with a tilt of his head, "ending at my bedroom."

My bodies are tensed up and he notices instantly. His large hand slides around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. "Relax, Louise. I’ve got you."

The lights are nearly non-existent on the first floor, save for thin, electric-blue strips along the ground to guide the way. The music has shifted. The lazy jazz is gone, replaced by heavy, rhythmic techno that pulses through the floorboards like the heartbeat of a massive beast.

Doors line the corridor, each marked with a silver number. They’re all closed, but the sounds bleeding through the wood are unmistakable. The moans. The pants. The high scream of women and the low groans of men.

My heart hammers against my ribs.

"Like what you hear, Louise?" Elias’s voice is a dark lure in my ear. His hand roams slowly up my spine, sending a violent shiver through me. "I’ll have you screaming louder than any of them."

I shiver at his declaration. As we pass a door that’s slightly open, my eyes betray me. Through the c***k, I see a woman, blindfolded and handcuffed to the headboard. A man in a silver mask is behind her, pumping into her with a rhythmic, brutal force that sends her sliding forward on the silk sheets. Every time she moves, he grabs her by the hips and jerks her back, pinning her against his c**k. The wet smack of skin on skin and the frantic jingle of the cuffs make my breath hitch. I feel a sharp throb between my thighs.

I hurry my pace, only to be caught by the next room. This door is wide open. Inside, a woman is on her knees, hands bound behind her back. A man stands over her, his fingers buried deep in her hair as she sucks on his c**k. He has his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Suddenly, her gaze drifts to the doorway and locks with mine..

But there is no panic in her expression. No shame. Instead, her lips curl into a slow, wicked smirk. She pulls away from him for just a second to blow me a casual, lazy kiss, like an old friend saying hello on the street, before going back to him.

My brain short-circuits.

I stumble back, colliding with a wall of solid muscle. Elias’s hands grip my shoulders to steady me. His laughter rumbles, vibrating against my back.

"Too much for you?"

"Way too much," I stammer. "Why... why wasn't she upset?"

"Angry?" Elias sounds genuinely amused. "Why would she be?"

"Because I saw her!"

"Some people like being watched, Louise. It adds a certain spark. The risk makes the reward sweeter."

I stare at him, my mind spinning.

"Keep up, Louise. You have a lot to learn. If you’re a quick study, I might even offer you a job."

"Wait." I stop dead. "Who said I wanted to learn? Maybe I want to leave now."

"And do what?" Elias tilts his head.. "Go home and settle for a cold shower and a vibrator? Spend the rest of your life regretting what if? Or worse..." He leans in, his shadow looming over me. "Wait until Charlie finds you again, only to realize you're still just as helpless as the day you left?"

Somehow I feel it's a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea.

"Can I... can I think about it?" I hesitate.

"No," Elias says flatly. "The offer expires tonight."

My eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because my balls have been aching for you for hours," he says without a hint of shame. "I’m not a patient man. I want you now, Louise. And I can feel you wanting to be f****d. The only difference is that you’re busy suppressing your desire, while I never hide what I crave."

He pauses, his eyes turning cold and dark. "But my cravings usually vanish by morning. So, either you let me f**k you until you forget Charlie’s name, or you get out of my club and never show your face here again."

I swallow hard.

My skin is on fire, and the exit is only a few feet away.

"Alright. I quit," I say, spinning on my heel to leave.