Chapter 15

ISABELLE’S POV

I leaned back on the car, my eyes flickered the cafe's building, I turned to Kael and Rowan,

“This café doesn't seem as simple now.” I muttered. “ There’s a very high chance it’s somehow tied to Pack officials. We’ll meet again tonight to investigate further at the clubhouse. I need to rest now.”

With that I slammed the car door, settling into the comfort of the leather seats. “To the villa.” I ordered the driver.

As the car's engine roared to life and we pulled out of the cafe's parking lot, I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes.

I had survived too many close calls today and now I was finally safe. I could relax, and ease up my shoulders. I needed to take a deep long rest, I can't neglect myself, not after I barely escaped alive, now it was time to treat myself better.

‘And the men? Kael, Rowan... Alan?’ My wolf asked.

“I’m not worried about anything, in fact I had too many in my mind,” I replied with a smirk.

‘To become memorable and linger in a man's thoughts, you need to know the secret is to play hard to get and then act distant at the right time.’

I nodded, satisfied with my wolf's wisdom, my past experiences had proved everything she was saying to be absolutely the truth. Chasing a man relentlessly would only backfire on you.

KAEL’S POV

Later that evening, I arrived early waiting at the agreed intersection, my nerves strung taut.

A few minutes later, Rowan appeared out of the shadows, giving me a little nod as he also leaned on the wall waiting for Isabelle.

“What do you think this is about?” He whispered after a moment of silence.

I merely shrugged, still trying to piece together why I was here waiting for her.

I just couldn't understand why I was obeying every word from her. Since we met, I just couldn't stop this feeling deep inside that wanted to see and spend time with her.

‘Speak of the devil,’ I muttered under my breath as Isabelle’s car pulled up. She rolled down the window, my breath caught in my throat as her face came into view.

She gave a small wave, motioning for us to get in. I climbed into the backseat beside her without hesitation, a small part of me, craving her closeness.

As soon as we settled in and the car started moving, Isabelle suddenly leaned against me, her head resting softly on my shoulder.

I froze, my body stiffening with discomfort, a strange warmth blooming where our skin met.

I leaned slightly to see her eyes already shut, her features peaceful as she slept. This close I could hear her soft rhythmic heartbeat, a wave of her sweet scented shampoo mixing with the air.

I wasn’t used to this at all, this close proximity and casual intimacy. I left to serve at the border defences at a very young age to represent my family and that had left me with very little experience in such matters.

I had never been so close to feeling the soft

curves of a woman and never interacted with one.

I sat still watching her face, the slow rise and fall of her chest.

I gave up, parting my lips to say something to her but she quickly raised a finger to her lips. “Don't move.” She whispered, her tone sharp. “I just need to take a little rest for a while. Wake me up when we’re there.”

Swallowing hard, my heart hammered in my chest. I dared not shift, my muscles hardening beneath her.

Rowan's eyes met mine in the rear view mirror, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and let out an uncomfortable cough.

I ignored him, focusing instead on the faint scent of her skin and the warmth from her body.

When we arrived at the clubhouse, Isabelle stirred awake, letting out a deep yawn, her eyes fluttered open and lifted her head off my shoulders.

She quickly took charge, stepping out of the car with the same confidence she carried everywhere, her head held high.

Rowan and I followed without a word, all approaching the club entrance. The door of the club was lit up with a neon sign that read. ‘Ecstasy.’

Two huge men in a black suit stood out front, their eyes narrowing as we got closer. Isabelle made no move to stop, walking right by the guards but as we tried to get in, two men shoved past us, and got into the club.

At the door, one of the bouncers stepped in Isabelle’s way, his expression taut. “This is a men-only establishment, women aren’t allowed here. Private club rules.” He growled.

Isabelle didn’t flinch, staring up at the man. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a thick wad of cash from her purse, holding it up casually to the bouncer.

“Well, I'm here with two men looking for some fun,” she said coolly, gesturing to Rowan and I standing behind her.

The bouncer frowned, his nervous gaze darting to the money and back to Isabelle. “And why would a woman bring men to a place like this?”

Without missing a beat, Isabelle’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “I’m open-minded. I enjoy the company of both.”

The bouncer’s expression twisted with confusion but after a moment, he snatched the wad from her hand, and without hesitation stepped aside to let us through.

“Smart choice,” Isabelle whispered as she breezed past him, and we trailed in behind her.

Inside, the club was cast in dim lighting, low hum of voices buzzing, and the scent of cigars wafting through the air.

The building was filled with men of different status, all with scantily dressed women dancing around them.

In the middle of the room was a large pole that reached up to the ceiling, a dark-haired naked woman hung on the pole, making sensual swirls along with the rhythm of the low music.

Isabelle led us to a private room. Once we were seated, she turned to us with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ll arrange for some women for entertainment shortly.”