Chapter 2
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Marielle’s POV:
MC?
Isn’t that a Motorbike club that is known to commit all kinds of atrocities?
How did I end up in the club that belonged to a Rogue Alpha?
I glanced around the club and it was then that I took notice of my surroundings. The scary oil paintings of wolves with blood dripping down their jaws on the wall, she wolves dressed in fishnets dresses that left absolutely nothing to the imagination —some are straddling the laps of men while others are twisting around the pool on the platform, the he-wolves with cigar between their lips.
I snapped my head back to see a tall and masculine guy resting on the railings in the top floor. I couldn’t tell if he was truly staring at me because he had a dark glass on but there was something about me that seemed familiar. Too familiar…. that it made Eve growled in recognition and the way my body reacted to him was strange.
The bartender went on. “This is the second time I’m seeing him since I started working here six months ago…. I heard he f***s different she wolves every night and you seem to be his new target. I wish I was the one who got his attention like that…”
I faced her…. What the f**k does it mean to be his new target?
“Your strongest drink please?” I snapped because I don’t care about whatever she was saying anyways. I just wanted to waste away tonight.
“Sure.” Her voice is tight. She slid me a shot of tequila.
I gulped it down, squeezing my eyes shut as it burned down my throat. “f**k, that was so hot.” I slid he glass towards her. “Another one.”
She complied and by the four shot, my head is heavier and I can see the moon Goddess dancing with the ladies on the platform. I screamed out, jumping to the bass. I liked the way I’m carefree. “Another one please.”
“No.” She folded her arm over her chest. And f**k… she is appearing in threes now. “You’ve had enough.”
My eyes narrowed and I pouted sadly. “Says who?”
She gestured behind me. “Says him.”
I looked back and the guy still remained there. “But he didn’t say a word.” I belched.
“He doesn’t have to. His eyes already said everything and he says I shouldn’t give you drinks again.”
My face crumpled in anger. Who is he to tell me what to do? I have been obedient all my life, but at the end I was neglected and rejected but not anymore. I grabbed my purse, retrieved a few dollars and slammed it on the counter.
“I will go to the other clubhouse across the street,” I said to the bartender. Then I turned towards him and made the f**k you finger at him… and yeah, it feels good to finally rebel for the first time ever.
The lady gasped in shock. “You are really tired of living, aren’t you?”
The corner of his lips curled up in a dangerous smirk that sent shivers down my spine. My chest pounded in fear. What if he punished me for this?
Oh.. f**k Marielle. What have you done the first day you arrived in another man’s land?
I quickly grabbed my suitcase and tried to get away but before I could, another man stepped into my path with a tight, dangerous smile playing on his lips. “The president seeks your audience.”
My pulse roared in my ears. My hand weaken around the bag but I quickly tightened my hand around it. I looked up but he was no longer there.“Why?” I asked, my voice braver than I thought. “I just want to leave.”
“I’m afraid.. you can’t! He demands your presence now and he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
I parted my lips to argue again but the determined look on his face told me it was useless.
“Fine..” I decided to see him… Come to think of it, I did nothing wrong so there was no need to be scared. I only did the f**k you finger, if he is pained, he should just do his own back, right? I dropped my bag and trailed behind him as he walked through the crowd that parted for him like sea—their eyes pricking into my flushed skin.
Each step was like a countdown to my destruction. My chest roared and I squeezed the side of my dress like paper to steady myself because the alcohol in my bloodstream is making me feel dizzy.
We passed through several doors, until we reached the VIP lounge. The man twisted the knob open and I stepped in.
The Rogue Alpha was relaxed on the couch, thighs parted, cigar between his lips and swirling a glass of wine in his hand. He still had the glass on, but I could feel his eyes boring into me. His jaw is so perfect… that I feel like it’s unfair for one person’s to have such perfection. I have never loved men with piercing because I think they are bad boys… but gosh, the diamond earrings in his ears fitted him like he was moulded with it. His leather cut bore the Bloodmoon Riders’ insignia — a snarling wolf skull. No wonder the whole bar froze when he looked my way earlier.
My eyes landed on the sexy, dangerous tattoo of cobra snake that was on his neck down to his upper abs and my reacted to him again. There was something about him that makes my knees weak—not with fear—but with the heat pooled beneath me and I swear… for the first time ever, my cunt throbbed so hard that I pressed my thighs together to stop the ache there.
His lips curved again in a smirk. Not a cute or dangerous one this time. One that showed that he knows just how much he is getting to me and he is relishing in the moment. He took a sip of his wine and f**k…. I want run my fingers through the bubbling of his throat.
“Are you done admiring me?” His voice is so deep, masculine, dangerous and sexy that I wished it was the first voice I’d hear in the morning after I wake up and the last I’d hear when I close my eyes at night . I had thought Jaxon had the most sexy voice, I have ever heard but this familiar stranger proved me wrong.
Or maybe it’s the alcohol that is just making everything about him beautiful.
Oh… Goddess, how can I be thinking about all these when I might die in the next minute?!
I blinked severally to force my eyes away from him and forced out a pathetic laugh. “Well.. I wasn’t admiring you… you were just the only thing I see if I stared ahead.”
“Is that so?” He dragged his cigar and puffed the smoke.
I didn’t answer him. The alcohol is making the room feel so suffocating… until he says,
“You’ve really grown Marielle…. Winston.”
My mouth and eyes were wide open. “What?” I snapped. “How did you know my name? Who are you?”
Slowly, he removed his glass and dropped it on the table. He raised his head up and.. my heart stopped thudding.
Yeah… it’s him. Ryder Wolfe. The bastard Prince of the BlueMoon pack who was exiled three years ago.
He is the Rogue Biker Alpha?
How?
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