"Kieran," I snapped, feeling my hackles rise as he refused to look away from the window. He finally turned his gaze to me, his hazel eyes giving nothing away. How could he be so calm amidst the chaos? My eyes meet Kieran's in the reflection of the window. He continues to stare out at the empty landscape beyond, his jaw clenched.
"What's up, boss?" Kieran drawled in his Irish accent, not even bothering to hide the boredom in his voice. I clenched my fists, anger boiling just beneath the surface.
"Quit being a dick and spoiling the party for everyone," I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. Kieran looked around, taking in the scene that surrounded us with an amused expression before returning his gaze to me.
"Seems like the only person I'm bothering is you, Jasper," he replied, smirking ever so slightly. The insubordination infuriated me, but I couldn't help but admire his audacity. It reminded me of the old days when we were both wild and free, long before the weight of responsibility had settled on our shoulders.
"Fuck sake, Kieran!" I snapped, my voice dripping with venom as my wolf side threatened to take control. "We're celebrating! We infiltrated the Silver Stone pack, rescued our people from their cells, and managed to kidnap that bastard Alpha's new bitch mate!" The tension in the air was palpable as Kieran stared me down, a challenge in his eyes.
"So when do you plan on doing something with that she-wolf you have locked up in the cells?" he asked, his Irish accent dripping with contempt as he took a swig of his beer.
"None of your fucking business," I snapped, clenching my fists at my side. I knew he was right, but admitting it was another thing altogether. I had been avoiding dealing with the girl, and I couldn't understand why. It's not like I hadn't done worse before.
“She’s been here almost a week,” he said. “And it’s not like it’s been trouble free as well.” He nodded across the room and I followed his direction. My gaze shifted across the room, landing on Grant.
The sight of him pissed me off even more. He should've been grateful that I rescued him from the Silver Stone pack, but there he was, scowling at everyone, sulking in a corner. It was no secret that he'd rather be down in the cells with that redheaded bitch. He'd been there every day since we brought her here, until I ordered him to attend the party.
"Christ, can't you just enjoy the party?" I muttered as I watched Grant's cold rejection of the omega girl. She scampered away, her eyes wide with fear, and I couldn't help but shake my head in frustration. It was like everyone around me was hell-bent on ruining this night.
"Seems like you and Grant are cut from the same cloth," I said to Kieran, who leaned against the wall nearby, nursing a drink. He arched an eyebrow at that, his lips twisting into a wry smile.
"Maybe if you'd killed my fated mate, I'd be a bit pissed off too," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at him.
"That was fuckin' years ago, Kieran. And it wasn't me who did it, it was actually him. You know that."
"Sure," he drawled. "That makes all the difference."
"Fuck off," I snarled, my patience wearing thin. Kieran just nodded with another smirk and took another drink from his bottle.
"Fine," I muttered under my breath, releasing a pent-up breath as I turned away from Kieran. If he wasn't going to join in the fun, then I'd just have to do it without him. My gaze fell upon a pair of omega women who were making out against a wall, their bodies pressed close together as they devoured each other's mouths. Their lustful display stoked the fire that had been smouldering within me all evening, and I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands.
"Hey," I called out, stalking towards them with purpose. Their attention shifted from each other to me, and I could see the hunger in their eyes as they took me in. The redhead woman stepped forward, her lips wet and swollen from kissing. She tilted her head back and poured a shot of alcohol down her throat before leaning in to share it with me, our mouths meeting in a sloppy, intoxicating kiss. I greedily drank the liquid down, the burn of the alcohol only adding fuel to the fire. As we kissed, the blond spun around, presenting herself to me like an offering. Her perfect ass beckoned me, and I wasted no time in gripping her hips and shoving myself inside her slick heat. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room and blending with the cacophony of the party.
"Fuck, yes," I growled, pounding into her with reckless abandon. I tried to lose myself in the pleasure, to block out the nagging thoughts that plagued me. But no matter how hard I fucked her, I couldn't shake the heavy feeling in my gut. Glancing down at the woman beneath me, I noticed her blond hair and felt a sudden wave of discontent. It should have been enough, but it wasn't. My gaze flickered to the redhead next to us and, without thinking, I barked out a command.
"Switch," I ordered, pulling out of the blond and watching as the two women scrambled to obey. The redhead took her place beneath me, and I slammed into her without hesitation, my anger and frustration fueling my rough thrusts.
"Goddess, Alpha," she moaned, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "You're so fucking hard."
"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, the sound of her voice grating on my nerves. All I wanted was the blissful oblivion that came with sex and alcohol, but it seemed the universe was intent on denying me even that small comfort. She gasped in surprise but didn't pull away. I gripped her hips tightly, losing myself in the sensation of being wanted once more. My movements became rougher, more animalistic, as I took what I needed from her. She moaned softly, a mix of pain and pleasure, but I didn't care. This is what I craved with each hard thrust: validation, power, control. I felt myself getting closer to my sweet oblivion, the beast within me demanding satisfaction. I closed my eyes and tried to push down the feelings of insecurity and self-doubt that threatened to consume me. I needed this connection, this validation from my pack. And I would fucking take it for myself.
Chapter 11
Jasper
Themorningaftertheparty, I woke up sandwiched between a blond omega on one side and a redhead on the other. Sunlight blasted in the big windows and I squinted, once again wondering if I should have blinds installed. My eyes adjusted and I could see the harsh sunlight reflecting off our sweat-slick skin. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I thanked the goddess I was a werewolf; no hangover could touch me with my heightened metabolism.
I glanced around the room, taking in the ruins of the debauchery that had ensued the night before. The scent of stale alcohol and sex hung heavily in the air. Bodies were strewn across the plush carpet and various pieces of furniture, mostly omega girls tangled in sheets, clothes, or each other. My gaze landed on Heidi, asleep on one of the sofas with two of my warriors draped over her. Her black hair was a wild mess, her makeup smeared all over her face, a sure sign of a good fucking.
The room itself was a testament to my taste for luxurious decadence, yet unmistakably masculine. Dark wood panelling adorned the walls, and an enormous fireplace dominated one side of the room. Although now dead, the crackling embers often cast flickering shadows that danced across the high ceiling, where a massive chandelier hung like a glittering crown over the debauched kingdom below. An assortment of leather couches and armchairs were scattered throughout, some still occupied by slumbering warriors. The thick, blood-red drapes framing the windows served as a reminder of my station as Alpha, powerful and unyielding on the outside, although much like the curtains I felt that my Alpha title was merely for show rather than an actual position.
"Fuck, what a night," I muttered, rubbing my face with one hand, trying to recall every sordid detail of the hedonistic haze. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth as images flashed through my mind. My gaze drifted across the room, lingering on the half-empty bottles and torn fabrics scattered throughout. The once richly plush Persian rug was now stained with wine and other unmentionable substances. Abstract paintings on the walls seemed to mock the debauchery below them.
A subtle movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Sarah, one of the most devoted Omegas in my pack, was picking up the remnants of shattered glass from the floor, her delicate hands steady despite the chaos around her. Her pale blonde hair flowed like a waterfall over her slender shoulders, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded us.
"Sorry if I woke you, Alpha," she said softly, her cheeks flushed as she glanced up at me. I couldn't help but smile; there was a purity about Sarah that I found endearing, albeit incongruous within our twisted world.
"Nothing to apologise for, sweetheart," I replied, my voice low and tinged with affection. "In fact, why don't you join me?" My grin grew more suggestive as I made room between the blond and me and patted the bed beside me, noticing how her eyes widened at the invitation.
