TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist

3 Years ago cont.

Devon

Looking over at the inhabitant of the disheveled king-sized bed to my right, I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to make the impending headache disappear.

I get them a lot.

It seems that my wolf, Slade, gets pissed off whenever I hook up with someone who’s not my mate.

He’ll get over it.

I’m Devon fucking Montgomery. Alpha to the Blood Moon Pack! I have urges, and I intend to satisfy them. When and If I ever find my mate, I’ll settle down and devote myself to her. But until then, I’ll do whatever the fuck I damn well, please. My wolf will not dictate who or when I decide to fuck some nameless participant!

After I left the club with Felicia ... Fiona ... Farrah - whatever the hell her name is, I had my driver take us to the nearest, decent hotel. I had an itch to scratch, and blondie here made it quite clear that she was willing to do whatever I wanted.

They always do.

Blondie was a very naughty girl, and I made sure she was good and punished for her bad behavior A LOT.

Apparently, this one liked it rough.

After our little romp, I laid on the bed leaning against the headboard, which we happened to break. This wild cat was kinkier than I had expected. I’d make sure to have my driver reimburse the hotel for any of the room’s repair costs. He’d gotten quite proficient in dealing with these types of sticky situations. Money tended to keep things quite amenable, especially when you slipped a few extra bills to management for their troubles.

Our naked bodies were still covered in sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the sheets. I glanced over at blondie’s nude body; she was passed out from exhaustion laying on her toned stomach and silicone double Ds. Her shapely ass had a few red handprints from where she begged me to spank her, as well as several love bites that were beginning to bruise her inner thighs.

Well done, my boy, I chuckled to myself.

She was unquestionably a wild cat.

This one almost wiped my ass out, and I’m a fucking Alpha. That tells you how crazy she had to be for her to be able to keep up with my sexual appetites. The wild cat was undoubtedly one for the books. I’d have to give Michael, my Beta, and Aiden, my Gamma, this kitten’s number so that they could enjoy a taste too.

I don’t mind passing down my little leftovers to Michael and Aiden. Women like the wild cat aren’t my mate, and I never go back for seconds, even though several little vixens have tried their damndest. I never take the bait. When I fuck them, that’s all it is for me, a release and nothing more. Before I even extend an invitation to accompany me to a hotel, I make it perfectly clear what their significance is to me.

Absolutely nothing.

Some have tried to put on a brave front and act as if they fully accept their position as my temporary distraction, but I can always smell their deception. Without warning, these death traps get tossed to the curb with no hesitation or remorse on my end.

I can always find another.

Just as I got up out of bed to get dressed, I felt a slender hand with long, and manicured red nails slink around my arm.

“Where are you going, lover?” She whined in a sickly-sweet tone that caused bile to creep up into my throat, gagging me.

“I was hoping for another round. Your cock made me feel so fucking good. I need another taste.”

She let go of my arm and rolled over on her back, moaning and writhing as she caressed her beaded pink nipples in front of me.

“I’m so fucking wet right now, baby. I know you wanna fuck me again. I can make you feel so good, baby.” She pleaded.

I observed her as she slowly glided her other hand deep within her slick folds and moaned while staring directly into my eyes, begging me to shove my thick rod insider her once more.

I tsked and shook my head.

Pathetic cling-on.

Disgusted already at the sight of her, I briskly turned away, pulled up my pants, and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed my shirt and coat, not even bothering to put them on, and headed for the door without so much as a second glance. I could hear her beginning to curse profanities at me as I made my way out of the room and lifted my hand in a dismissive wave.

Bye Felicia ...

Seriously - some people just don’t get it.

In the elevator, I texted my driver, Shane, that it was time to go and that I was already in the elevator heading out. Right on cue, he and the car were waiting for me right outside the hotel’s exit.

I climbed in my black stretch limo in the back seat and sank into the Italian leather seats with a sigh.

“Long night, sir?” Shane asked, giving me a quick glance in the rear-view mirror as he pulled the car away from the curb and into traffic.

“Meh.” I groaned. “It was OK, up until someone got greedy and broke the rules.”

Goddamn, I couldn’t wait to get home into my own fucking bed. What a night. Happy fucking New Year ...

As I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the backseat’s headrest, my mind drifted to the nightclub I had been at earlier this evening, back to the stunning woman that briefly caught my attention, or rather my wolf’s attention. She was unquestionably hot. She was a right foot shorter than me, from what I could tell. Probably a C cup and had what appeared to be a tight, slightly tanned, and very fit body. The beauty was sporting a sexy little black dress and some serious fuck me pumps. Pretty sure she’d be a great lay. But that wasn’t what made her appealing to me. It was the fact that she had this incredibly bright red hair that on anybody else would probably look fucking ridiculous and the most amazing emerald green eyes I had ever seen.

With that fiery red hair and those green eyes, for some odd reason, she reminded me of ... Christmas.

I recalled there was a brief second in which I was utterly fascinated by her. It seemed as if I had recognized her from somewhere, especially that beautiful smile she offered me.

But, just as quickly as she enchanted me, the lure I felt towards her simply vanished. So, I dismissed the inclination to introduce myself and returned my attention to the sure thing next to me. The little wild cat had made sure to provide me a full-on view of the ample cleavage of her double D’s as she clung to my arm.

The weirdest thing, though, I could have sworn I heard a mournful whimper coming from Slade at that exact moment.