Chapter Two: Alpha

You will hear, see, and smell loud, smoky people with different smells inside Club Royale. Scents of the humans that I've gotten used to by now. People surrounded me and the woman before me, eagerly watching and waiting for what would happen.

"Are you ready?" I asked the woman who had the guts to challenge me with a smirk and an evil glint in my eyes.

I, the Alpha of Fangs, was challenged to a drinking game. Most only ever know me as Alpha. After all, we cannot expose our identity to humans and shout to the world that we are a pack of wolves, and this is our territory, right? And so, we pose as one of the most feared gangs in town. 

We are sitting at the bar island where all kinds of alcoholic drinks worldwide can be seen. No type of liquor in the world can be found in my own bar. The customers now had their worlds surrounding us, and the betting started on who would give up or get drunk first.

"As I'll ever be." The fiery woman responded with an arched brow.

Okay, I admit. The woman is hot, and she's my style. Because damn, who wouldn't want a sexy and feisty woman like her with a pair of melons that are just begging me to bury my face in them? A woman who had the guts to challenge me at that.

 

I am also known as a man who sleeps around, and I won't deny that. After years of looking for the one fated for me, I gave up and just slept around. But f*ck it. It can get tiring sometimes. 

"The 'Seven Shots of Hell are right in front of you,' the strongest liquor available. There is no rule. The first to fall or give up is the loser." I explained while listing each of the shots in front of us individually.

It has been long since someone had the guts to challenge me, the current king of Seven Shots of Hell.

"In three... two... one... Chug!" My bartender, Hyatt, and my Beta, who acted as referee, shouted enthusiastically. "First one is Rivers Royale Grenadian Rum with an alcohol volume of 69%."

"Chug, chug, chug!" Encouragement resounded from those watching us after the first shot was finished.

I could feel the bitter and strong liquor drawing down my throat and was thankful I had eaten earlier. Years of drinking and failure to find a mate while everyone around me was already happy with their loved ones made me immune to it, but that doesn't mean I don't get affected. Books made us look immune to diseases, but we're not. Our bodies just know how to fight it naturally until they can't anymore, unlike humans, who eventually succumb to it and die.

Hyatt landed the next shot simultaneously. "This one is King of Spirits Absinthe with 70% alcohol volume. One, two, three... drink!"

I downed the shot with one go, earning a shout from the crowd, and I glanced at the woman beside me, who was taunting me by turning the empty shot glass upside down.

I slightly approached her and whispered. "Let's see how far you can take it, baby."

I grinned evilly as she shivered at the sound of my voice. I knew she was not different and immune to my charm. And I am aware of how the sound of my voice can seduce even the coldest woman out there.

A few moments later, I felt her hand on my neck before I could move away and whispered too. "How about you, baby? Can you do it?" She flirted back while biting my ear.

"And we have Bacardi 151 with 75.5% alcohol!" Hyatt yelled to separate us and smirked at me.

Bastard. What a c*ck blocker.

When we were down to the fifth shot, I felt a hand groping me under, and I wasn't fazed. I let her grip me through my pants and spread my legs wider.

"Sixth, Hapsburg Absinthe X.C with 89.9%! Are our livers still okay?" Hyatt asked tauntingly, an evil glint in his eyes.

But none of us are interested in the challenge anymore; my focus is on the hand unzipping me as I turn my head and slam my lips to hers.

"Okay, okay, folks! Nothing to see anymore!" I heard Hyatt announce and heard the complaint from the viewers, but I don't care anymore.

What's more important right now is showing this woman why I'm called Alpha by humans, I f*cked, and that she just woke up a sleeping tiger.

I harshly bit her lip, making her gasp, and captured her tongue before grinning into the kiss. "Want to take this somewhere?" I asked her hoarsely as she rubbed her body against mine, and I could feel her silky skin, avoiding inhaling her human scent that didn't affect me in the slightest. 

My d*ck was throbbing, and trying to get out of my pants. And I could feel its head almost peeping through the garter of my briefs. It's a good thing it's dark; otherwise, everyone might have seen my proudest weapon.

Not that I care.

She didn't answer and started pulling me to the dark part of the bar. As she pulled me, I winked at Hyatt, who shook his head, unfazed. Why wouldn't he be? He probably has seen this scenario a hundred times already. There hasn't a corner in my club that I haven't f*cked a woman in. 

I leaned against the wall and lightly choked her before tugging her hair and making her kneel before me. Not a second later, I felt her licking the head of my d*ck, already poking out. I sighed and looked down to see her looking at me with her mouth full and wide with my c*** in her mouth.

"You're so big." She praised while sticking out her tongue and licking the c** that came out. "I love it so much."

"Only for you, baby," I said as I put my thumb in her mouth, as she s*cked me.

She shrieked as I pulled her up and giggled when I slammed her back against the wall again. I pulled a magnum condom from my back pocket and expertly tore it open with my teeth before sheathing my c*ck. Werewolves can only impregnate their mates, but It won't hurt to be careful. I may be horny most of the time, but I still think with the head on top of my shoulders.

I lifted her right thigh and whistled at her flexibility, her knees almost touching her right shoulder. I lifted her skirt a little and pushed her underwear aside before spitting on my finger and wetting her lower lips, which were already wet. I smirked at her before kissing her again and moved my hips inside without saying a word.

"F*ck." I cursed and gritted my teeth before driving my hips like a madman inside her, hips pistoning in circles.

She bit her lip to stop her moans and whimper, and nothing is hotter than a woman suppressing the sounds of pleasure because of what I'm doing.

"Like that, baby?" I asked and dove in deeper, making her scream a little, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Are you feeling me?"

She couldn't answer and could only grunt, moan and cry softly.

"P-Please slow down," she begged and sobbed in pleasure.

I pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss before I turned her around and bent her over. Before she could move, I violently thrust mine back into her and in and out mercilessly.

"Hey, haven't you heard about me already? You should know that I don't show mercy, baby." I whispered between pants and groans. "Once you're with me, you will be engulfed with too much lust."

After saying that, I buried mine inside her and felt her womb. When I did, she almost pushed me away but could only let out a whimper.

It's good that the bar was louder; otherwise, I would have heard her yelling and grunting. And the violent, fast, and noisy meeting of our bodies. Oh, what a scandal would that be.

"Oh, sh**! Please, please, please! More!" she politely begged.

With my right hand, I reached for her long hair and straightened her again while my left hand held her waist.

"Is it good, baby?" I whispered to her, my pace not faltering behind her.

My d*** easily slides in and out of her wet opening, a sign of how turned on she is, but honestly, who will not be affected? They have s** with the man cursed to have a sex drive of a freaking dog. Pun intended. 

"I bet the files you gathered about me don't have the fact that I am a God in bed, hm?" I taunted her just as I felt myself nearing the end.

I felt how her body stiffened and filled with tension as if cold water had been poured over her.

I grunted as I pulled out and fisted my d*** before turning her around to face me. Even though it was dark, I knew she was pale and still shocked. Her knees easily gave out because her knees weakened from the intense s*x or shock. I pointed my c*ck on her face and finished myself, sticky white c** raining her face not a few minutes later.

I breathed out harshly and pulled out my handkerchief to wipe my hands before tucking my still-hard d*ck back in my pants and zipping it.

"Why so shocked? Did you think I wouldn't be able to find out? Oh, I know. You planned to seduce the little ole me because you probably thought I'm dumb as f*ck and only think about s*x?" I asked with a smirk but then shrugged. "Well, you're right, but hey, just some advice; none of the gangs are stupid, baby," I chuckled.

With a clap of my hands, the lights opened, and I removed my jacket before covering her body.

"Aw, look at your face. It looks good on you, Agent Haley." I scooped a drop of my c*m and wiped it on her swollen lips.

I saw how her eyes widened even more when she realized that the other person who was with us just now was gone.

"You wanted me to fall into your trap, but you fell into my trap instead. I mean, no hard feelings. Did you think you're special? The s*x was okay, but something I surely won't miss either."

If earlier the emotion that could be seen on her face was a shock, it has been replaced by anger. She violently wiped her face and stood up before trying to slap me, but I quickly stopped her hand.

"Will you be able to take responsibility for injuring me, Agent? Surely not. Don't make me see you again. You won't be so lucky next time."

"Your orders, Alpha?" one of my men asked as I lit a cigarette.

"Throw her out of here." After inhaling, I blew the smoke on her face. "And take your friends with you," I said and nodded to the left, where her friends who acted as my men were holding spies.

"Let's go, Hyatt," I told my Beta. 

My Land Rover Range Rover Sport greeted me as I stepped out. Second to women that can only give me a f*cking b*ner.

"We'll follow you, Alpha. My men will take care of the Agent and her company."

One last puff and I stepped on the cigarette, and one of my men immediately took it to add to the collection.

Let us just say that I've been collecting my cigs every month to bet with my Delta, the pack doctor. Every cigarette that I smoke is equivalent to a million cigarettes. Not that I need the money, but it's fun to see him losing.

I got into the car and felt better because of my release and the drinks I consumed. While driving, I remembered Harley Marquez, also known as Agent Harley from the NSI, the company that will do everything to bring down the Fangs. I'm aware that few humans like her wanted to expose our kind to the world, but none have succeeded in doing so. And that is the power of having connections with humans with equal power.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to see a woman running before me, but thanks to my reflexes, I immediately stepped on the break.

"Sh**!" I cursed as I slammed my hands on the steering wheel and hopped out angrily. "Are you f*cking blind, or do you want to die?!"

I blinked a little at the sight of a woman in tatters, and it reminded me of a female ghost. Her messy, tangled white blouse and floral skirt took me aback.

"Are... Are you alright---"

I froze and bit my tongue before I could finish my sentence. Everything in me stopped as the wind blew, carrying her scent to me. 

Holy f*ck.