Chapter 2 He Saved Me
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Carly's POV:
All of a sudden, the sound of my phone's ringtone shattered the tense and somehow peculiar atmosphere.
It was a loud, intense rock tune that felt completely out of place.
I fumbled to pick it up and saw Vincent's name on the screen. After I picked it up, his anger was almost palpable through the phone. "Where the hell are you? I expect you here in ten minutes!" he snapped.
"Sorry! I ran into some trouble, but I'll be there in three minutes, I promise!" I blurted out, apologizing profusely, fearing that Vincent might fire me on the spot. The last thing I wanted was for Lily to lose her job because of me.
Besides, I could use the extra money during this time.
"Sorry, I gotta go!" I barely had time to thank the man who saved me before I dashed off towards the OneNight nightclub.
In a rush, I didn't even notice that his eyes followed me the entire way.
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"Eight minutes!" I panted as I held up my watch in front of Vincent, trying my best to smile.
"Go change!" Vincent's stern expression softened slightly as he rubbed the few strands of golden-brown hair left on his head. "Next time, make sure you're here half an hour early to prepare!"
"No problem! I guarantee there won't be a next time!" I assured him eagerly.
I applied golden and black eyeshadow, thick mascara that almost obscured the shape of my eyes, and finished with bright red lipstick, making myself look as dazzling as possible.
The girl staring back at me in the mirror had long legs perched on high heels, a face layered with heavy makeup, and a white mini-dress that hugged her curves tightly.
I almost didn't recognize myself.
"Carly!" someone called from outside.
"Coming!" I responded.
I took a deep breath and made my way to the stage. The flashing lights of the nightclub washed over the room, catching the intoxicated gazes of the men below.
I tried not to focus on the crude, obvious, and sometimes disgusting looks directed my way and started my performance.
I loved dancing, and I enjoyed it immensely. Although my major was ballet, I didn't mind dancing for men in a nightclub. As long as I was dancing, I was happy.
The men threw money onto the stage, and I smiled as I picked it up—until I saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Suddenly, I felt a bit more at ease.
Blake's POV:
I sat in a booth on the second floor of the nightclub, where I could see both the dance floor and the girl moving her body on the stage.
I didn't like the smell here—cigarettes, alcohol, and s*x—these things irritated my senses and made me feel disgusted.
But I was here for a reason, something that needed to be investigated.
Lately, the wolves had become increasingly restless, especially the rogues. The situation of wolves attacking humans had become more and more serious, violating the peace agreement between wolves and humans.
This had kept me on edge, forcing me to have my pack patrol and maintain order.
But that was not even the worst of it.
The worst part was I couldn't control my wolf, Warren.
He was becoming more and more agitated, and I had a feeling he wanted to break free.
That was not a good sign.
So, I had to rely on suppressants to keep him under control.
Tonight, I received information that there were signs of rogue activity in Cherry Alley. It was strange because rogues, once exiled from the pack, usually became wild and lost their sanity.
However, they rarely gathered together like ordinary packs.
Luckily, I arrived just in time to save the girl from the pack of wolves.
But unfortunately, I almost didn't manage to suppress Warren.
To my surprise, everything changed the moment that girl touched me.
I could smell the faint scent of roses mingled with chocolate emanating from her, and her skin was so soft that even a light graze of wolf fangs could have torn through it.
Her neck was slender and as beautiful as a swan's. If I had lost control, I might have snapped her neck with ease.
But the fact was... when she touched me, Warren actually calmed down.
It was as if he had been soothed by something. Then, he stopped being restless and quietly settled inside me.
For the first time, I didn't need the suppressants to control him.
The moment I touched her, I realized that she could calm my wolf, although the exact reason was still unclear.
My gaze drifted back to the girl on stage. I couldn't deny that she was beautiful, with thick, naturally curly, golden-brown hair tied up in a high ponytail.
Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her amber eyes shone with a warm glow.
Her features were delicate, with a pert nose that added a perfect touch to her profile, and her plump, rosy lips were as alluring as rose petals. She was like a spring flower, soft and gentle.
The heavy makeup didn't suit her; it seemed to cover up her natural beauty.
But...
She was now sitting in the booth below, chatting happily with an elderly man with gray hair, looking completely at ease.
I couldn't help but frown.
At least this made things simpler.
A woman willing to sell herself for money was best handled with money.
I dialed my Beta, Berg. "I need you to find some information on someone, and I need you to do something for me."
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