Marielle's POV 

Inside the clubhouse—Howls and Fangs—is exactly the distraction I need. Red neon lights throbbed like a heartbeat, bass-heavy music rattling my skull. The air was thick—cigars, alcohol, and the musk of wolves tangled together. On the platform, strippers in fishnet coiled around the pole, straddling men with lazy, practiced grace.

“Your strongest drink, please,” I said to the bartender—a petite lady with blonde hair—and slide into the booth in front of her.

She nodded with a polite smile and turned away.

I tried to concentrate on the loud music in a desperate and futile attempt to forget whatever I had become. My ex-mate's whore. His little secret. How pathetic. 

The bartender slide a bottle of alcohol and glass in front of me. “Enjoy.“

I filled my glass and threw down the liquid—it burned down my throat, but not enough to burn out that stupid video of me fucking myself.

Another glass. Another glass. Until I could barely make sense of what's happening around me. Until the bartender seems to appear in two.

“Hey.. another drink please,” I screamed out, my voice drunk filled. “Just give me everything you have, Miss.“

The bartender folded her arms and didn't move an inch. “I'm sorry, Miss…” Her voice was professional. “I can't serve you more drink… you're already drunk as it is.“

I narrowed my eyes. “Why did you care if I waste away or not…” I stood up, angry. “I'm a customer and you can't tell me what to do.“

She didn't say a word.

“Fine..“ I turned away. “I'll go to the next bar across the road,” I threatened and started staggering off, pushing off other drunk customers away from my path. 

“Oh, you smell amazing, baby,” a man said, his list filled eyes fixed on me like I was his prey. “Do you want to spend the night with me?“

“No, please..“ I said and increased my pace. I heaved in relief when he didn't try to force himself on me.

The moment I reached the door, my knees buckled and I stumbled forward and instead of hitting the floor sharply, strong arms caught me. 

My breath seized when I glanced up. Piercing blue eyes. Jaw sculpted to perfection. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Hair styled back stylishly with no single strand out of place. 

His masculine cologne filled my nostrils and his aura was oppressive and almost suffocating. I could tell he is either a powerful Alpha or a member of the royal family.

All of a sudden, the wind blew stronger and fuck.. it felt like his hands were all over me—stroking places I never knew existed in my body.

I pushed myself away from him and stood. I bowed slightly in appreciation, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting, lustfully, sexually and erotically.

I tried to walk but damn.. I couldn't. No matter how hard, I tried to lift my legs, they seem rooted to the spot. 

Then my body began to burn—so much that it seems like I was going to blast from the heat. 

Why the hell I'm I feeling like this?

My eyes widened when realization hits me like a sledgehammer. Tonight is the full moon and I'll be in heat.

Oh…. I really need to get home as soon as possible because Omega heat is no joke—especially for a weak she-wolf like myself. If I stayed here any longer then the men won't be able to resist my scent.

I glance up to see the stranger's eyes fixed on me like I was the one thing he could see in the room. Perhaps, he could already figure out what was going on with me.

I threw my head away, took another step and I stumbled backward. Again. I hate alcohol! This time, I had expected to fall but another strong arms caught me. 

“Thank you…” the words died in my mouth when I looked up to see that it was the stranger again. Same face. Same jaw. Same scent and aura.

What the hell was happening?

I snapped my head back to see the stranger still standing there… yet I was in his arms.

With the back of my hands, I rubbed my eyes—it must be the alcohol taking a toll on me, but it wasn't.

Oh.. they are twins. 

Identical, unlike Mirena and I, that were different. 

I pushed against his chest in a futile attempt to get off his body but he didn't budge; he just held me gently like I'm something fragile.

“You're big, bold and beautiful, Miss” the one I was in his arms said in a smooth baritone that stroke my body. “And you smell insanely good too.“

Fatty. That’s what Rylan called me.

Big?

Bold?

Beautiful?

That’s what this stranger saw.

Insanely good?

No one has ever told me that before. No one. 

Not you smell like you just crawled out of someone's bed.

This was the best words, I have heard all year round and I swear… my heart is racing with joy and the heat got more intense, pricking every curves, folds and flaps of my skin.

Rylan's words echoed in my ears. “My dirty little secret.“

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the desire to prove that I still belonged to myself, the fact that those compliments makes my heart raced with joy or the heat that is ravaging my body which I'd probably go back home to fuck myself…  I didn't think; I just acted.

“Can you fuck me?“ I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. The words slipped out without shame or regret. “Just for tonight?“

His mouth hung open in disbelief, then his lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Are you sure… Miss?“ He asked quietly as if he is giving me the chance to back out now.

“Yes, please,” I answered quickly. Too quickly—because Rylan had taken everything away—my pride, dignity and freedom—from me and I have nothing else to lose. Moreover, after tonight I won't even see them anymore, so what's the fuss about?

The other twins stepped closer. “Are you sure you can take us both.“

“You both?“ I repeated. “I wanted you—” I pointed to the one I was in his arms.

“We share one woman, Miss,” he clarified calmly. “So do you think you can handle the both of us?“

My breath seize. 

The both of them?

As much as it sounded ridiculous, I couldn't help the thrill that runs down  my spine at the thought, making heat pool beneath me.

'I want them. Both of them,' my wolf growled, not soft—but commanding..

My brows knitted in confusion. 

My wolf has always been silent. In fact, we use to be in disagreement all the time because I hated her for being weak.. but tonight it's seems like we're in such perfect sync.

The word spill out before I can stop it.

“Yes. I can take you both.“

Their smirks mirror each other’s, dark and knowing. One lean in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Then let’s see if you can survive the night, Omega.”