Chapter 32

Selene

Shifting back into my human form, I look for some clothes behind a tree that are decent. Finding a short, red dress, I pull it over my head, smoothing out the few wrinkles in the fabric. It's not exactly my style, but it will do for now until I get back to the room.

I try the back entrance to find it locked, so I walk around to the front. There, a group of intimidating-looking men linger outside the building. They all turn to stare at me, a predatory gleam in their eyes like predators eyeing their prey. Fear courses through me, but I try to keep my expression neutral as I walk past them towards the door.

Don't look at me and they'll leave you alone.

To my immediate dismay, the men whistle at me, making my stomach churn. I don't want their attention, but maybe this dress is giving them the wrong idea. This is a secret sex club, after all. What if they think I'm easy to get just because of what I'm wearing?

All they'd have to do is lift up my dress-

I shudder at the thought of what could happen if they got their filthy hands on me.

"Hey beautiful, let me buy you a drink," one of them with spiky, blonde hair says.

"Looking for someone to play with?" another says, smirking at me.

"Uh, no thank you," I say politely, trying to push past them. But the three men stop in front of me, blocking my path.

Okay, this isn't good.

But I refuse to show fear. That will give them exactly what they want.

"Get out of my way," I growl, standing my ground.

"Ooh, so scary," the blonde one teases. "I like the ones that are hardest to make submit. Don't you, J?"

"Fuck yeah. Think you could take all of us, gorgeous? I think we all want a turn." The one called 'J' takes a step closer to me, his musky scent flooding my nostrils. There's a bitter edge to it, one that makes me shudder in disgust.

He really thinks I want to have sex with him and all his friends.

"I'm not interested. Let me past," I demand, raising my voice slightly.

Suddenly, someone grabs my hand, and I flinch. "Selene, where were you, baby? I was just about to send a search party out for you." Phoenix's voice fills my ears, causing my wolf to purr in my head. His scent washes over me, somehow convincing my body to relax.

The men immediately step aside, their expressions clouding with fear. "Sorry, Nix. We didn't know she was with you," the blonde one apologizes.

Phoenix's tone is low and dangerous. "Well, she is. Don't make the same mistake again, or I won't be so nice next time."

Once we're safely inside, I pull away from him. "What was that? They're going to think we're together," I hiss.

He stares at me, his intense blue gaze searing into my soul. "Good. If those assholes think you're mine, they'll leave you alone. You're not interested in a one-night-stand anyway," he grits out.

My eyebrows raise. " What if I am interested?" I ask boldly.

Not like I'd be interested in sex with anyone else after him, but I enjoy riling him up. I can't seem to help myself, angry/possessive Phoenix is so hot.

His eyes flash silver and he leans in, his face dangerously close to mine. "Then, they'll know the person would be me. Only me."

Holy Moon Goddess. His words send a strange thrill through me. Even though I know I should be repulsed by his statement as his stepsister, my heart races, and I shiver of anticipation spreads through my belly. Even my panties are fucking damp.

Get a grip, Selene, I scold myself.

My eyes shift to a werewolf sitting in the corner of the bar, the dim lighting emphasizing his model-like features. He's tall and muscular, the muscles in his back flexing as he leans over the bar and throws back a shot glass of dark liquor.

Damn, who is that?

I've never seen him around here before. He looks like he belongs in Hollywood, not sitting in this bar all alone drinking. Or maybe he's looking for someone to have sex with.

Phoenix grabs my hand, squeezing it to pull my attention away from the gorgeous man. I looked up at him, and he frowns, his eyes flickering between silver and blue like he's trying to control his wolf.

Is he...jealous?

"What?" I ask innocently, my lips twitching. It's not like he has a reason to be. I'm not looking at that guy because I want him, just that he's too gorgeous to look away from.

He gives me an unfriendly smile in return. "Stop looking at him, baby," he replies in a deadly calm tone. "Or I'll bend you over and fuck you in front of him just to show him who you belong to. To show them all who you belong to."

My throat dries, all of the moisture gathering in-between my legs instead. Would he actually do that, or is it just a threat? Why am I even thinking about it? Of course, it's a threat. I would never let him do that to me in public!

The man stands up and approaches us, and I notice that the left side of his face is scarred. He still looks gorgeous, but more in a imperfectly perfect type of way.

His face is expressionless, and he walks with a slight limp on his left side. I wonder what happened to him. It must have been something terrible, but he wears his wounds with grace. I know there was a war between two packs that happened a few years ago. Is that where he got his injuries?

His deep, black eyes stare right past Phoenix and me to something behind him. I turn my head to see Makayla standing only a few feet away, her eyes filled with shock.

Does she know him? And how the hell does she know someone like him?