Irene's revenge

Chapter four

How exactly was I supposed to create chaos in a pack like the Platinum? I had no freaking idea. So, while I stayed in the Jupiter Pack, Alpha Rex drilled into me everything I needed to become a spy for him.

All I needed to do was relay some important information to him concerning Platinum and to cause the pack to be damaged from the inside, starting with the pack's strongest wolf, Ethan. I had no problem with that.

And so, for the next month, I was trained. Not the intense hardcore training that was usually given to enforcers, but minimal self-defense to protect myself from any harm that could come my way, and I was grateful for that.

A respected life was what I looked forward to after my assignment, after my revenge. It was what I deserved, especially after all the pain I'd endured.

After being satisfied with giving me what I needed, Alpha Rex finally let me go back. “Remember, Irene, you're not alone.” Those were his last words as I left his office.

The words rang in my ear: I wasn't alone.

****

The bell chimed as I walked through the door of the diner. My stomach growled. The air was filled with the delicious smell of food.

I had been on the road for an hour, and being in the four corners of the red car Alpha Rex gifted to me had made me want to puke.

My wolf didn't do well with gasoline.

This was unclaimed territory, which meant that humans were around in large numbers with little to no shifters. I sniffed the air. Yep, no shifters around.

I was safe.

Heading to the counter, I ordered a burger and fries and found a table closest to the door.

I went through the brand-new phone Rex gave to me for easy communication. I had never had one. The Alpha, Ethan's father, never allowed anyone to own one back in the Platinum Pack. It's why I was so invested, nose deep into the phone, that I didn't notice him at first when he walked in.

But as he sat, it hit me.

There was another shifter here.

My hair stood up at the back of my neck before I turned to locate the shifter blood that tinted the air.

I let my gaze roam the diner before it collided with intense hazel eyes that held mine for a minute.

In that minute, I noticed a lot. The male was drop-dead gorgeous. You know, the type you'd only see in Playboy magazine. The type that had a jawline sharper than steel, and lush lips that compelled you to want to kiss them every second.

His thick dark hair made me want to run my fingers through it. He wore a dark t-shirt that clung to his muscles—muscles that made my mouth water.

Now I was thirsty.

He raised an eyebrow at my outright staring. I removed my gaze, turning my focus back to my phone. Although it was harder now, considering I felt his eyes burning through the back of my head.

My food arrived, and forgetting the handsome devil behind me, I delved in.

The properly blended flavor of the ham melted on my tongue as I chewed, a moan almost escaping my lips.

“Have we met before?” a deep voice asked beside me.

I was startled. A food particle decided to enter the wrong pipe in my throat at that moment, and I let out a choked cough, wheezing as my face turned red. My throat burned; spasms resonated through my body.

Fuck.

“Woah. Easy there.” The owner of the deep voice, who was the handsome stranger took the seat across the table facing me after he handed the bottle of water on the table to me.

I hastily took it and downed it, letting the burn in my throat ease with the coolness of the water.

When I finally calmed down, I glared at him. “You can't just sneak up on someone like that. What were you trying to do? Kill me?” I spat.

“Okay. Calm down.” He raised both his hands in the air. “I wasn't trying to kill you, okay?” A small smirk caressed his lips.

The intensity of my glare didn't reduce. “Then what do you want?”

“I wanted to know if we've met before. You look familiar.” He narrowed his eyes.

I snorted. “Nice try. But that pickup line doesn't work on me. Now, can you leave me alone? I want to eat in peace.” I folded my arms; the movement pushed my breasts up, and for a split second, his eyes went to them before he brought his gaze back to my face.

Goosebumps raced on my skin at his attention.

“It's not a pickup line. I swear I've seen you somewhere.” His intense orbs roamed my entire face, his head tilted to the side. “What pack are you from?”

I raised a brow. Why was he asking? “That's none of your business.”

He leaned back in the seat as I resumed eating. It was a hassle trying to shake off the weight of his eyes on me as I tried to eat this time, slowly.

His smirk returned. “You're a lone wolf, then. No pack wolf would want to hold back on the pack they're from. It gives them pride, a sense of belonging.”

He wasn't wrong. Not the part about me being a lone wolf. But I still didn't feel like revealing my identity to him.

“Humor me, then. What pack are you from?” My blue eyes connected with hazel as I asked, genuine curiosity lacing my features.

“It's none of your business.” His grin widened, and my breath hitched. The whiteness of his teeth glittered under the light of the diner.

“Touche.” My curiosity intensified.

“A female shouldn't be out here unprotected, though. Lone wolf or not, it's not safe.” His eyes remained on me as I wolfed down my food.

“Who are you to tell me that? My father? Thanks for your concern, but I can protect myself,” I said before gulping the remaining water from the bottle.

“At least tell me your name.”

I didn't want to, but there was something in his eyes that made me do it. “Irene. My name's Irene.”

“Irene.” My name rolling off his tongue sent a shiver down my spine. Down to my core.

My wolf's ears perked up. She liked that. How was he doing that? It was probably the full moon. I wouldn't be feeling this way if it wasn't for the full moon's effect. I had to fight it, even though deep down, I wanted to let myself go.

“What's yours?” I said softly as I licked my lips.

His attention on my mouth didn't go unnoticed, and it was like electricity crackled in the air as his hazel orbs focused on my lips. “Grayson.” His eyes were still there.

“Grayson.” I tested his name on my lips, and he groaned, his eyes darkening as I let my tongue tease the edge of my mouth. A small smile grazed my lips. I definitely did not want to fight the full moon's effect. Just this once.

****

Our bodies collided as our lips melted into each other. The heat that emanated from his body ignited a fire in me.

Lord, I couldn't remember the last time another shifter made me feel this good. Even Ethan who had been my mate never made me feel this good.

We were in his hotel room, letting our primal thoughts take over as we danced on the bed while the full moon soared high. His grunts as he thrust into me and my moans as he worshipped my body were enough to keep the entire hotel awake.

It felt like I was in heaven.

****

The morning came, and with it, the walk of shame. I tiptoed out of the hotel room, leaving a sleeping Grayson on the bed. The sun wasn't even fully up, but I was sure I didn't want to be there when he awoke.

Chaotic. Beautiful.

That summed up last night. I almost hadn't wanted it to end.

I shook my head as I headed to my car. This was for the best. I needed to get my head straight without any distractions, even if they came in the form of a hot devil like Grayson.

When I settled into my car, I fixed my hair in the mirror before finally driving away. Off to get the revenge that had kept me awake most nights.

Before I got to the Platinum Pack territory, I went shopping for new clothes. And after an hour I resumed my journey, and in minutes, I arrived at the Platinum Pack.

Like every other werewolf territory, the expanse of the Platinum Pack stretched thousands of kilometers wide at the outskirts of Minnesota. Huge trees, coupled with thick forests, acted as a wall around the area. Shifters loved their space.

The lower class still remained in the poorest part, while the upper class lived in modern houses ranging from mansions to duplexes.

The shifters outside all turned to stare. Their heir apparent’s mate was back after a month of hiatus, and they were curious. I ignored them, whispers about my return filling the air.

A year-old male pup ran by me as I made my way to Ethan's house, and my throat clogged up. My pup would have been two months by now in my womb.

My eyes watered.

No. I couldn't afford to get worked up. Not when I was here, finally ready to take my revenge.

Ethan's mansion came into view.

The thought of seeing the bastard again made me want to vomit, but I moved on, putting one foot in front of the other until I reached the front porch. I inhaled deeply before pressing the doorbell.

I stood there, cool and calm, knowing that Ethan could sense fear and anxiety. He fed on them.

The door whipped open, and standing there wasn't Ethan.

My mouth fell slightly open.

Hazel eyes. Dark hair. Deep scowl. A flash of recognition.

What the hell was Grayson doing here?