Chapter 4

~ NERO'S POV ~

No one keeps me waiting!

How dare that fucker to arrive late? 

I growled, my aura intensifying as he typed furiously on his phone. After typing the message to Beta Dalian, I  was just about to hit the send button when a couple of dollars covered my screen.

Immediately, my rage erupted. 

Everyone knows that I have anger issues, so who in his right senses dared to approach me in this state? 

With a gleam dancing dangerously in my eyes, I raised my head to lash out at the person only to pause when I saw a petite beauty staring at me with nerving green eyes. Her long hair fell to the side as she tip her head backward to look at me. Her hair wasn't blonde but beautiful gold hair making her look like a fairy. And yeah, she looks heavily drunk.

I had been so lost in my anger that I didn't sense anyone approaching until she was standing right in front of me.

 “I want you tonight!” she stated giving me hopeful looks.

I blinked slowly.

" What? " I asked confused 

"Is it insufficient? I'll give you a thousand more."  She said as I watched her add more money onto the ones in my hand and that was when it registered.

" Does she take me for an escort? " 

The thought made me snort in disbelief. In my entire life, I have been mistaken for a lot of things. Some call me death, and even the devil himself, but a Gigolo? "What the f*ck!!"

“What kind of escort could be so greedy?” she mumbled digging into her pocket for money.

Hearing that, I was so mad that a disbelief chuckle escaped my lips. Not only did she call me an escort, but she also dare to call me greedy.

 If it were any other person, they would have been dead by now. My wolf kills whoever dared to disrespect me straight out but for some reason, he was calm. I leaned towards her saying,

 ”What kind of service would you want, miss? I am quite pricey. A High-class Escort." I said

She also leaned forward, her sweet floral scent wafted into my nose making a low growl escape my lips. My brows creased silently at my own actions, first, I took the initiative to talk to her while playing along with a drunk female, now I think her scent is nice. What's happening?

“The kind that happens in the bedroom?” I heard her say in a breathy voice.

Instantly, something twitched in my pants as I stared at her hazy green eyes, I couldn't help but curse,

“Fuck!”

Roughly, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the elevator, at that point, I don't care if she was drunk, she asked for it! Besides, I never claimed I was a saint so...

After getting to the top floor, I dragged her into my suit and crash my lips down on hers. There's something about this girl that screamed trouble! And knowing my wolf, I knows I should stay away but I couldn't help myself. 

It was a feeling I haven't had since... I mentally shook my head not wanting to think about it. My mate is dead and that's final. 

Just as I had this thought, my wolf took over and did something I never expected! 

He began rubbing himself all over her. At first, I thought he was going to kill her as he did to most women, he usually rips off their hearts from their chests but no, he didn't do that. It took me a minute to realize he was marking her with his scent! 

"What the f*ck?!"

Although it wasn't something I was proud to say, I lost control of his wolf after losing my mate. 

I was currently at a stage where I was slowly losing my sanity to my wolf side. I was becoming an animal and the only way to stay sane was the woman.  After learning the signs of my insanity, I paid a visit to a witch and there she did and mixed tons of concussion in which I drank. Thus she told me the solution. Women. 

Of course, it's lame, I didn't believe her until I tried it first hence it resulted in me having concubines. 

I forcefully stopped Draco, my wolf right before he bit her.  Then when I checked the little thing underneath me, I found that she was sleeping. 

“Ha!” she slept off.

How could she sleep when we haven't even started?

 Shaking my head, I took off my clothes and went into the adjoining bathroom to take a cold bath. I wasn't bothered by my wolf's strange action, I have always been weird so what if he marked the little thing with his scent? 

It will wear off within a week.

 If it were normal wolves, such marking wears off in a day but I wasn't just a wolf. I am an Alpha wolf, a Lycan for that matter. If I had marked her by biting her then it would have been a problem for I wouldn't accept anyone other than my dead mate.

 Lycans are the highest-ranked wolves, higher than even Alphas themselves. You can say they rule over them, in other words, they are the Alpha of Alphas. And since Lycans are rare, they stand as royalty in front of other wolves.

After spending thirty minutes in the bathroom, I dressed up, my face cold as I remembered why I came to Obsidian pack.  Just as I was about to walk out of the door, I glanced at the golden-haired beauty on the bed. Something must have come over me, because I  pulled out my phone and called my Beta, Dalian.

“Alpha, he's here! He's been waiting for you at the club —” Dalian said

“Register me as a gigolo under the Night Pleasure club,” I said about to cut him off.

“Yes, he is wai... wait, what?!” On the other side, Dalian glanced down at his phone puzzled, is he hearing things now? Did his Alpha just say something about gigolo?

“I will only be available to one customer,” I added hanging up. After that, I took a picture of her torn clothes and sent it to him.

 [Find a replica of these clothes and send it to my suit.]

"I'm only doing it just in case she comes back to find another gigolo," I said, to convince myself.

 ‘Humph, she's so weak, why the hell is she even coming to a club werewolves come to? Is she seeking death?’

I went back to tuck her in and then walked out of the room without looking back. 

Upon getting to the club, I spotted the bastard that had dared to keep me waiting. He seemed to have also seen me because he ran towards me, “Alpha!”

Ignoring him, I walked up the stairs where there are private rooms with him following me behind.

 “Where is it?” I asked after sitting and pinning him with a cold gaze. 

He handed me a file that contains everything I needed to know about the Obsidian pack.

***

 In two days, it will be the Crystal Night, a night where he usually goes about choosing a new batch of a concubine from each pack and it turns out that there is a pack that Nero has never visited. The Obsidian pack! 

How is it possible that he had never heard anything about them? Strange, isn't it? He has selected concubines from more packs than he could count and has never heard about them. They've managed to stay hidden right under his nose without him knowing!

Nero's eyes skimmed through the details in the file, as he read deeper, rage began building inside of him. Why because a name had caught his attention. Lennox Stone!

  A deep growl tore out of his mouth. He took several breaths and forced himself to continue reading.

A family of four, all alphas. Alpha, Luna, and two children,  a boy and a girl, are also alphas. Their pictures weren't on the file but Nero knows he will see them soon. 

He slammed the file down with a thud! At that moment, there was only rage left inside of him. His body was literally trembling, he wanted to kill something, someone.

“A- alpha? Can I go now?” the spy stuttered. The cold air coming from the other side of the room made him want to flee instantly.

“Go.” 

He bolted out of the room in a flash while Nero remained seated as memories engulfed him. Memories he has fought so hard to bury. 

We were ambushed. There was fire everywhere as he fought hard to protect his pack. His warriors fought side to side until daybreak when they won the battle,  Nero went back home to break the news to his mate. Emory.

He had blocked her out so she wouldn't feel it anytime he got injured in battle since she was pregnant. Who would have thought that the first thing he saw upon entering his house was his mate lying down on the ground with a silver knife at her chest?

She was lying down in her pool of blood!

His heart stopped at the sight as he ran towards her in fear. “No, no. This can't be. It can't! Emory!”

Her mouth was moving slightly, he noticed. Leaning down to her level, he heard her mention one name right before she died.

" Lennox Stone "