“Of course not,” I sneered in disdain.
I believed in my wolf’s intuition. When that girl showed up, my wolf, Damien, didn’t feel a thing.
But even I had to admit that she did feel different from the other girls I had slept with. Maybe it was because she was still a virgin.
“Then what’s wrong? Still can’t forget about Marley?” Carlos kept teasing me. “Oh, that’s how it is. Our noble Alpha wouldn’t be attracted to a hooker! He’s just still hung up on Marley!”
“Are you serious?” I asked wryly.
Marley?
No one in their right mind would hung up on her.
Recalling what had happened on Marley’s wedding, I felt so disgusted “Carlos, you have no idea how messed up it was. After I slept with that hooker, Marley’s younger brother, Colin, barged into the room and tried to blackmail me, demanding that I cancel part of the Frosty River Pack’s debts. Otherwise, he was going to sue me for rape.”
“Seriously? Ha-ha!” Carlos couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Does Marley know what her brother did?” 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“No idea.” I lazily walked over to the bar counter. As I asked the bartender to pour me a glass of wine, I told Carlos, “But Marley is just as bad as him. She married Eduardo only to solve the Frosty River Pack’s financial crisis. I just didn’t expect that her brother would be even more stupid than her. I can’t believe he actually hired a virgin hooker to deceive me. It’s ridiculous!”
“Ha-ha!” Carlos Laughed again. “Oh, my noble Alpha, it seems you fell right into their sex trap.”
I sneered and said nothing more. I just took the glass of wine from the bartender and downed its contents.
“In the past, Marley tried to trick me into paying off the debts of her pack. But I didn’t fall for it.”
However, I still spent a night with that girl. That was why I was so angry. I actually thought that the girl was interested in me, and I did feel attracted to her, but in the end, she was a fraud.
The very second I found out the truth, the amazing feeling vanished. I felt nothing but cheated.
Having sex with that girl was an insult to me.
So when I ran into the girl in the bar just now, I chose to humiliate her with the most hurtful words in an effort to restore my dignity.
But strangely, I didn’t feel an ounce of satisfaction after successfully humiliating the girl. On the contrary, her tear-stained face lingered in my mind. It made me feel even more irritable.
This feeling was very strange. I had never felt this way before.
I downed another glass of wine, trying to suppress this strange feeling, but it only grew stronger and stronger.
“Carlos.” In the end, I couldn’t control myself. “Go and catch up with Leonel and that hooker. Make sure she doesn’t die in my territory.”
Then, I turned to the bartender and spat, “Congratulations! You’re tired. Your wine is terrible.”
