Chapter 4:

Asher's P.O.V.

I didn’t go with the guards to the Silver Moonlight Pack; I wanted to be alone, even if I had drunk a little. But that wouldn’t affect me. When I arrived at the pack, everyone, including the Alpha and the leader, welcomed me. Despite their pain over what their daughter had done and their desire to throw her into their dungeons, their fear of me rendered them helpless.

I asked seriously, "Where are they?"

The Alpha of the pack stepped forward to explain, "They’re on their way to you, Alpha Gamma."

In a few seconds, Cassius arrived, head held high, accompanied by Daenerys, who was carrying their child. He approached me directly and said, "Welcome back, Gamma."

I responded with the same tone, "And you too, Leader Cassius. Everyone is waiting for your return."

Cassius left with his daughter and their child, and I stayed to enjoy their celebration of me, filled with many rituals, songs, and drumbeats.

Whispers, fearful and admiring glances—I didn’t like belonging to this world. I always preferred being Asher Martin, not Alpha Gamma. My task was complete, so I needed to return.

I wandered absentmindedly, lost in thought, and suddenly, while walking aimlessly, I collided with a girl. Her gypsy hair and green eyes stood out clearly due to her pale skin. She also wore convex glasses and had a small nose ring and pink lips like a rose.

She seemed to belong to this pack, very beautiful. I thought I was distracted due to my drinking, but it appeared she had also drunk herself into a stupor.

"Are you alright? I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you. I hope you’re okay, and I apologize again," she said fearfully as she looked at me.

I glanced at her coldly and then said after examining her closely, "Don’t you watch where you’re going?"

She opened her eyes with difficulty like a child and spoke with a stammering, fragmented voice that almost made me laugh, "Can’t you see how you’re walking with your hands in your pockets?!"

She surely didn’t know who I was, but from her attire, which I recognized well, she was from the defense and protection unit. I scrutinized her closely and saw the gray wolf tattoo on her right upper chest. She didn’t seem strong enough to be from the protection pack.

She was nervous and then burst into tears. I approached her and asked, "Why are you crying like this? I haven’t done anything to you."

She continued to cry and shed tears. I sighed and then asked, "How about we drink some extra wine together? I think that might ease things a bit."

I immediately called one of my staff to bring me a car outside the pack boundaries so I could return to where I was. New York was waiting for me. It was a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta. This car was distinguished by its 7.3-liter V12 engine producing up to 800 horsepower, with a unique design and luxurious materials such as carbon fiber and leather.

I didn’t know what to do with this girl, but she would certainly regret it when she woke up...

I lifted her over my shoulder and took her to my apartment, away from the mansion, where we drank together.

After drinking until she was drunk, the girl said, "Do you think I’m not attractive? How could he betray me with my friend?"

I laughed and then leaned in to whisper beside her ear with a moan, "Let me see if you’re truly attractive."

What? I was definitely planning to enjoy the night, and there was no one better than a girl like this to enjoy it with. We both needed each other desperately.

She stood before me and then removed her clothes to reveal her curves and the contours of her body, leaving only her underwear. She came closer and said with a feminine tone, "So now, am I attractive?"

As for me, I was completely ready for what was about to happen. I was in a state of euphoria and desire, feeling that my member had awakened: "Let me remove your bra and check."

I rubbed my fingers and she writhed with moans under my breath, whispering, "Touch me, please."

The girl was in my arms, but I didn’t know her name, so I asked, "I don’t know your name yet."

"Isn’t it strange? I met you, gave you my virginity, and we slept together in the same bed, and we don’t even know each other’s names," she laughed sarcastically.

"And what does it matter to know the name? I really don’t care about women. Do you know, I despise all women," I responded with the same sarcasm.

She replied, "Sig Holton, and you?"

I almost told her I was Alpha Gamma, but seeing her and knowing she was from a pure pack, I preferred to just say, "I’m Asher."

She looked at my eyes, which were now the eyes of a wolf, mismatched and with a slight beard that resembled scattered grains of sand on my jawline. She studied me so intently that I wondered if she recognized me, but I enjoyed her gaze, her eyes, her lips—everything about her invited deeper contemplation.

She asked, puzzled and curious, "Do you sleep with every stranger you meet?"

I knew she was a virgin, but I countered with my own question: "And you, do you go with any strange man who takes you to his apartment and have sex with him?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice came out pained and broken as she justified, "This is my first time. I was a virgin, and I have my reasons for being in your bed today. My boyfriend betrayed me with my friend, and it hurt me deeply."

I felt anger rise within me. It seemed she used me. Everyone I had slept with had wanted me, but she was telling me that I was merely a means to an end. My fury boiled over, and I shouted, "Enough talking now! Get dressed and leave!"

"What... what?" she asked in shock, thinking I was joking.

"Yes, you heard me. Leave immediately!" I answered firmly.

"It’s three in the morning. Where am I supposed to go now?" she protested, still drunk.

"Not my concern. Either you leave or put your clothes on and go outside. Get out, girl," I commanded, my anger surging.

She was stunned, clearly asking, "No... no... You’re not serious. I’m naked, and you want me to go out on the street like this, in the rain?"

"Go outside without a word, or you’ll see another side of me." Her pleas echoed in my ears, but I ignored them and saw nothing else.

Her tears fell in front of me, but I picked her up by the arm and threw her outside, naked, with her clothes.