CHAPTER ONE

ANNA'S POV

"This tastes good, have a try,"

Katherine said, shoving another glass into my hand. I looked into the glass, frowning at the content.

"It doesn't smell so good. I don't want to get drunk."

I argued. 

" Come on, it's your birthday."

She persuaded.

It was the fourth glass she had pushed into my hands for the night and I was already tipsy. 

"Maybe we should be on our way now." 

I said. Coming to the club had been Katherine's idea of a fabulous birthday and I could not have talked my way out even if I had tried.

"Drink up and then we can go. There is so much fun out here!"

She slipped off the stool, her face bright with a smile.

"Don't be boring, cousin."

She smiled.

"What, are we leaving now? I'm not sure I can hold my head up any longer."

I mumbled. She laughed. The music was loud and it made my head throb painfully, the mirror ball lights made me dizzy and I wanted to be home.

"I'll just ease myself and come back. We'll leave soon."

She assured.

For the next thirty minutes, Katherine did not return. My inebriation did not subside and my head spun when I got off the stool.

Everything seemed to be spinning and I was only aware enough to snatch my purse and leave. Walking was difficult. And it was not entirely surprising when I collided with an immovable wall of a Werewolf.

He was smiling and there was a leer in his eyes that I could not miss even if I wanted to. I was drunk and hardly in the state to shove a man off me, but I heard myself whimper when he grasped me even more firmly and started to lead me toward the exit door.

I had no idea who the burly Werewolf was but my hand felt like jelly as I tried to pry his own off me without success. He was muttering something I did not understand.

There were too many thoughts running through my head but none of them made sense.

"Let me go, bastard."

I said when he took me past the doors. I was aware of the troubles that I was going to be into if I did not extricate myself from the Werewolf's firm grip but there was nothing I could do to help myself.

The club was alive with other Lycans having the time of their lives. No one seemed to notice that I was feebly trying to break free from the Werewolf holding me.

I saw two others lurking in the shadows the moment he led me out and the cold hair blasted against my face.

" Let me go, you punk!"

I squealed, hoping I was loud enough.

I was worried, I was a vulnerable woman who would not be able to help herself if things got bizarre.

They were three and I alone and awake limbed, after consuming a good amount of alcohol.

"Don't try to get eyes on us, beauty. Be a good girl and let's not have to carry you off."

He said, speaking for the first time in a voice that was both raucous and intimidating.

"Who....the hell..."

The words died on my lips when the burly Lycan whisked me off my feet and started to walk across to the other two.

I started to struggle with him, beating his back as hard as I could. But one held the door of the car open while another got into the driver's seat.

"Bastards! Where are you taking her?"

A voice asked from the shadows 

The man set me down so abruptly that I landed on my butt right on the ground.

A new wave of nausea hit me and I threw up right on the floor.

" Uh, she is a bit drunk and we have to get her back home."

The man who had been carrying me said.

The Werewolf from the shadows stepped out. I saw him, the aristocratic cheekbones, the powerful arms, and the eyes that sparked in the dark night. His hair was tied behind his neck and as he reached the Werewolf who had just set me down, I felt the latter begin to tremble.

I was in a daze and I could not make complete sense of everything happening, but he did not have to hit the Werewolves who had tried to abduct me before they left as if they had hot coals on their heels.

They were already intimated by his appearance and it did not seem like a very good idea that they lingered on.

I was looking up at him, my head thrumming as I watched him. He reached down to me, his eyes locking with mine.

"Hey, where are you headed? Are you alone?"

He asked.

I nodded but could not get any words past my lips. He held me up.

"Come, let us go have you cleaned up."

He said.

**

I was aware of his hands undressing me when he had gotten me to an exquisite room that he had somewhere not far away from the club.

I leaned into him, my cheeks rubbing against his cock as he helped me out of my dress.

I was nauseous once more and he led me into the toilet where I threw up one last time, finally purged of the intoxicant I had inside.

A new sensation flooded me when I stepped out of the tub, I was horny and it was him I wanted to sleep with.

"A one-night stand won't hurt anyone."

I said under my breath when I stepped out of the bathroom.

He turned from where he was standing by the window to look at me and I could swear in that instant that he saw me as nothing more than a whore, one whom he had rescued. I did not mind when I dropped my towel, standing bare before me. He didn't try to resist me. In the next moment, we were in bed, limbs tangled and skin rubbing against skin.