Brutal Alpha

What she deserved

Kael~

GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING TO ME?

I breathed hard, pulling my open collar away from the heat on my neck. Hell, I was the one disarrayed by her presence. Her shitty father thought he had his leash on me, yet she dared to act hurt?

I marched into the Howlers nightclub and glanced upward, seeing my friends hanging around the balcony of the VIP lounge above. The Howlers was a building for everything dodgy and dirty among the high-class werewolf and it was part of my safe haven or so I think. There was a press event tonight, but it was the last thing I could focus on. Heading for the bar, I placed my hands on the marble counter, jerking my chin at the bartender. He nodded, knowing what to get. Tristan, Alexander, and Jarred were already here, the bar being a favorite of theirs.

I bowed my head, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. I was losing. When she was around, she made everything small, and all I could see was her.

And how she needed to pay. Pay for what her father dared to do.

I hated her. I had to hate her. It shouldn't be hard not to.

I didn't have to eat dinner with her today. I didn’t care about the tears in her eyes or the way she looked hurt at my words— hell, I have said way hurtful things to people I loved and cared for and I didn't even bat an eyelid. Why was it different with her?

I didn’t want to wipe away the hurt, I didn’t want to touch her, and I didn’t want to get her to scream at me again, because I’d never been so turned on.

She got out of the dining, left me behind, and according to Sloan, hadn’t left the pack house since then.

Good. Let her get used to that cage. Typical.

The bartender stepped over, carrying a fresh bottle of vodka and rocks glass, setting it down in front of me with a bow. I poured a double shot and tipped back the glass, taking down the whole damn thing. I savored on the burning taste.

“I didn't know you were here. Why didn't you come to us?” I tensed, hearing Jared's voice at my side.

But I just poured another double, not answering him. My chest rose and fell faster, and I shot back the drink, taking all of it down again. I set the glass down, blinking long and hard. Moon be damned, why was I this angry?

“Holy moon goddess, Are you okay?” he asked, sounding more worried than angry now.

“I’m fine.”

He placed both hands on the bar, leaning in as he peered over at me. “It's not about her, is it ? Did you two have a fight?”

I downed a third shot, starting to feel the burn in my stomach blanket my veins in a warm buzz. The edges were blurring, and the tips of my fingers hummed "You seem upset,” he said glancing at my face in keen observation. “Is it the rogue issue? Because I have it under control.”A hint of amusement shaded his question despite the uninterested gaze I set on him.

“Something like that.” Usually, when I walk into the Howlers my focus was at the fighting ring. Yes, I enjoyed the drink once in a while but the bar wasn't something I indulged in as frequent as my friends. Tristan and Alexander were always out here looking for their next prey while Jarred was here to keep an eye on them as the dutiful friend he was.

"Definitely about her. Didn't know a certain she wolf could get you so aggravated. The others need to see this." I shot him a stare but he didn't break a sweat at my words and just continued his long talk, not minding the fact that I wasn't ready to indulge him. . "Never thought I’d see the day you get married. To the lupine council's head daughter nonetheless, no less. How’d you manage to keep her a secret for so long?”

“We’re not married yet.” I took another sip of my drink . “And I didn’t keep her a secret. Our engagement is an arrangement. I didn’t f*****g wine and dine her before we closed the deal. As you already know, it was for the good of the pack.” The word engagement left a bitter taste in my mouth. And even worst because it was one of those Nadal's. I haven't told Jarred about my altercation with the Nadal's even though I tell him literally everything, he was my Beta and best friend afterall. He was also the cool headed one amongst us friends and I tend to sought him for things arising but I didn't want to drag him into this mess and even though he might have an idea on what might have arrived, he didn't say anything about it.

"She seems very charming and smart. Also beautiful. Wasn't expecting her to be your type, you could have done a lot worse." Jarred said casually.

Irritation flickered in my chest. “Perhaps you should marry her instead. Oh! I would even kill you before you ever dared to hurt Sloan.”

“Well, I bet you would.” Jarred and Sloan's marriage didn't start as the rosiest, their match was one already etched in stone but they had overcame their differences and presently the most lovesick couples I have ever seen. "All I'm saying is don't be an asshole with her. You don't have to show her your ashy behavior."

If only he knew. If he knew how much I wanted to frustrate the living day light out of her until she called it quits. If he only knew how much her presence made me even more ashy.

"Don't bother yourself about my personal life. Rosie would be treated exactly the way she deserves." And what she deserves was anything but good.