A black limousine drove to a stop in front of a huge building where an annual meeting for all businessmen was organized.
Almost everyone in the upper class was known for driving limousines to meetings, but there was only one person who was known for driving the longest of all.
He is Alpha Alaric, the arogant alpha of the Wood Pack, who was rumored to have no human emotions.
It was often joked that he might be the devil himself, who grew tired of hell and decided to venture into the world and live with mankind.
Through the tinted-black windows, Alpha Alaric watched as reporters ran to him, their cameras held high, all wanting to take pictures of him. Shuttering sounds echoed through the whole place, making him sigh.
Even if he wanted to avoid them, he knew he wouldn't because there was no other way to walk into the building but through the main door.
Pushing his black goggles to cover his eyes in case they got blinded by the camera lights, he prepared to step out as one of his bodyguards, who had arrived early at the venue, ran to open the door for him.
"Alpha Alaric," the bodyguard, bowed slightly and retreated a step backwards to make way for him.
Stepping on the red carpet that was laid from his car door to the building door, he stood, smoothed his suit, and posed for a few pictures.
A few minutes later, knowing that the reporters would never get enough pictures of him, he nodded to his guard, who closed his car door, and led his way to the building.
Alpha Alaric was late because he was attending another business meeting before flying down to City Z, so by the time he walked in, the room was full of people, and the meeting had long started.
Walking in, he nodded in greeting to the people who saw him, then stood at a distance, scanning his eyes around.
From the other corner, he spotted a familiar man wearing a gray suit standing, bored just like him.
He would nod repeatedly as he listened to the guest of honor at the stadium give his speech.
"Long time, no see, Alpha Amarok." He greeted him, his voice almost in a whispher when he reached his side.
Alpha Amarok, recognizing the voice, turned to face him with a huge smile beaming on his face.
There was a time when he was going bankrupt. None of the alpha friends he knew agreed to help him, except for a total stranger.
After intercating with him for a while, he knew it was Alpha Alaric, the heir of the Wood Pack, who had now taken over his father.
Even though they lived in different cities and interacted less, they remained great friends who could rely on each other.
"I would say the same, Alpha Alaric." He smiled, shaking hands with him. "I see you still have guards following you around." He nodded toward a group of men standing in different positions inside the meeting room with Bluetooth-like objects tucked in their ears.
"It's a must, Amarok." He responded, returning his gaze to him.
Alpha Amaric was not only an alpha and a wealthy businessman; he was a mafia lord too, so his security was a top priority.
"There is something I've been wanting to tell you." Alpha Alaric said while leaning in toward Alpha Amarok's ear, who quickly wore a serious face and also leaned in to listen.
"There is a huge project coming. I hope you'll help us." He said in a low tone that only Amarok could hear, then leaned backwards on his straight posture.
Amarok didn't respond but nodded in agreement. Since Alpha Alaric offered to help him years ago, he had been wondering how he could pay his generosity back.
Now that a chance had emerged, he knew it was time to prove to himself to Alpha Alaric that he wasn't the kind who turns his back on his helpers, like he was romoured.
"Just let me know when you need me." They locked eyes as he mindlinked him.
Alpha Amarok chose to mind-link rather than lean closer to him and respond because, by the way, Alaric was careful with the subject; he figured out it must be a secret.
Alaric nodded at him, and before he could strike up another conversation with him, a group of old men wearing expensive suits pulled him away.
That was Alaric to everyone; he was always busy with people trying to strike up conversations with him.
He was always surrounded by people, and even older men, who were feared for being notorious businessmen, still fought to speak to him.
What Alpha Alaric had achieved in his early thirties was something no one had ever achieved, and that was why it wasn't a shock that older men enough to be his grandfather also looked up at him.
After being pulled around, shaking hands, talking about business, and making contacts, it was finally time to raise glasses because the meeting was coming to an end.
After a minute of toasting glasses and taking a few sips, Alpha Alaric bid his goodbyes to the people he knew and walked out of the building.
His bodyguards were ready outside, waiting for him.
When they saw him coming, one bodyguard who looked younger than the rest ran to the car and opened the door for him.
Two more bodyguards climbed into the backseat with him, while the rest drove behind him in another car.
There were two more cars in front of him as well, all black with tinted windows; by a single look, one could figure out they cost a fortune.
"Where to, Alpha Alaric?" One of the bodyguards, who was a driver, asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror.
Loosening his tie, Alpha Alaric thought for a while before responding, "Dream bar."
Dream was a famous bar all over the world. No tourist would visit city Z and go back without paying a visit to it.
People loved it because it had the lowest to almost zero crimes that were experienced in the other bars.
Everyone was given maximum security regardless of who they were, and they would feel safe when hanging out in there.
Because of its expensive liquor, only people from high-class society went there.
The rest were always there, looking for sugar daddies or sugarmummies. Some of them could afford it because they were sponsored by their rich friends.
Alpha Alaric used the back door to walk in. He walked to the VIP area and sipped on his beer as his eyes roamed on the groud floor, looking for the perfect prey for the night.
Alpha Alaric wasn't only an arogant werewolf; he was a great womanizer too, known for bedding different women every night.
His parents had tried to talk to him about that behavior, but they had long given up.
A girl wearing a skimpy skirt that left her thighs open and a small blouse that almost spilled her huge boobs out winked at him from the groud floor.
Alaric shook his head and winked back at her, signaling her to go over.
With a loud cheer from her friends, she picked up her drink and walked over to him with a wide smile on her face.
"She is not my type, but I don't have any options." He shruggled when his bodyguards gave him a sideeye.
They knew him for having a thing for small women, and the one he had just called over was as tall as him.
She was also too curvy for him and confident. They knew their Alpha liked shy women.
"Want me to help you take off your load?" The woman purred, leaning in toward his face.
Alpha Alaric glanced sideways, letting her massage his shoulders.
She lifted her leg to place it on his thigh, exposing her honey-like skin where Alpha Alaric trailed his fingers before reaching for her inner thigh and roughly grabbing it.
"Someone is hungry, huh?" The woman purred again, a sluttry smile spreading across her face.
She bit her lower lip and then inched closer to lick his lips.
"We better take this upstairs, don't you think?" He smirked, rising from the couch he was sitting on.
Purring more wild, the woman snaked her hand on his and let him lead her upstairs.
A few minutes later, Alpha Alaric walked downstairs with his hands shoved deep into his pocket, a displeasure expression worn over his handsome face.
Flopping on the couch, he brought the glass of beer he had left on the table, took a sip, and motioned for one of his bodyguards to lean closer to him.
"Send someone upstairs to take care of the woman." He ordered, crossed his legs, and continued sipping his beer in a leisurely manner.
The woman turned out to be like all the others he had ever laid eyes on.
They were all confident at first, promising that they would satify him, but ended up crying and lamenting that what he was doing was extreme.
"Will it ever come to a time when I'll find someone who will be compatible with me?" He asked.
His boyguards looked at each other silently and shruggled their shoulders.
Alpha Alaric had a fetish.
They knew that he told all the women he was about to take to bed, and they always told him he could go wherever he wanted, only for them to start crying and begging him to stop.
"What do I do with her, Alpha? She is refusing to leave." The bodyguard he has sent upstairs to take care of the lady asked through the mind-link.
"Let her spend the night. I've already paid for the room." He responded with a sigh escaping his lips.
Bored with being upstairs and knowing that he would brood over the fact that he would leave without any prey, he walked away from there and went to the counter.
The bartender was a man in his early twenties who was working as a part-time worker to pay for his school fees.
Alpha Alaric had always been fond of him because, unlike people his age, he was serious about his life and all he wanted was to have a bright future.
While his friends partied all night, he would work his ass off over there, then head home to study.
"The usual?" The bartender asked with a smirk when he saw him approaching.
"It's not like you have anything new, Steve, do you?" He raised an eyebrow, then dragged one of the stools to sit on.
Steven chuckled, reached for a bottle on the top shelf, and poured it for him in a glass.
"No prey tonight?" Steven asked him when he saw the bored expression on his face with no chick clinging on his side.
"More like uncompatible." He responded, boredom pressing into his voice. He lifted the glass to his lips, drank all its contents, and placed it on the table, motioning for Steve to pour more.
"Aren't you drunk already?" Steve asked, pulling the glass away from him.
His normal pale face was now blushed, and his eyes had become sleepy.
"I'll never have a bottle strong enough to get drunk, Steve. Now give me." He demanded.
Raising his hands in surrender, Steve returned the bottle to him after filing his glass once again.
They talked for a while before Steve excused himself to attend to another customer.
Alpha Alaric was about to leave when he saw a small woman walking in.
Judging from the way she was walking, he figured out she was drunk already.
Her shoulder-length hair was a mess and thus looked like a bird's nest. Her make-up was smudged all over her face, and from her red, swollen eyes, he figured she had been crying hard.
"All men are dogs." She rumbled, flopping on the stool beside him.
She looked around; possibly she was looking for the bartender.
"Why would a pretty woman get drunk like this? Where are your friends?" Alpha Alaric asked her.
He didn't intend to talk to her but ended up shoking himself.
"You think I'm pretty?" She pouted, turning her head to look at him.
"Very." He responded, a smile crawling up his face.
"I wish he would think the same." She sighed, placing her small black purse on the counter.
After sitting comfortably, she rested her elbows over her purse and glanced over toward Alaric's direction.
She chuckled out of nowhere, then leaned in toward him. "Do you want me?" She asked.
Alaric almost chocked in his drink. When he placed his glass on the counter, the lady reached for it and downed its contents.
"You are drunk," he responded, gently taking her hand away from his thigh.
"I'm fully conscious. Now do you want me or not?" She asked with a frown etched on her beautiful, flushed, small face.
"I mean, I would have said no, but..."
"Well, that's it. Your room or mine?" She asked while rising from her stool.
"At least tell me your name." He asked when she started pulling him toward what he assumed was her room.
"Adolphine." She responded with a wink and then said, "I've changed my mind, your room."