An Alpha for a Night

The Walk of Shame

I felt the world crash on me, my eyes wide. No. No. No. There are millions of wolves in this pack. Millions of men and... the one in my bed, the one I shared my first and the one I... the one that had given me solace from Taylor's heartbreak had to be Alpha Vincent? Vincent?

"V... Vincent?"

His eyes thinned, and without a word , he moved my hand away from his face and sat up. The sheet fell away from him and exposed his shirtless back.

He was tanned, all ripped muscles, and... dark tattoos. Half of his back was fully covered in a black tattoo of a snarling wolf and a quote I could see from where I was.

"Dance with the devil under the full moon."

I swallowed. This can't be Vince. This guy was anything but Vince. This guy was...

I swallowed. "Are you..."

"Leave," he said, then stood up, passing his hand through his hair.

I felt my breath catch. "Just like that, we..." I trailed off. I knew what I had signed up for last night. A one night stand. Nothing more. "Are you really... Vincent?"

He stopped, his back turned to me. For a while, I just watched him, my lips parting, my mind unable to wrap around the possibility of him being Vince. The Vince I knew had been... fat. Out of shape. A complete loser. The man before me... had never met the Vince I knew.

"Alpha Vincent. Now leave."

I stood up, pulling the sheets further up my chest and wrapping it around me.

"You knew it was me. You are... you are the Vince from Wolf High. You are..."

"And?" He said suddenly, turning to me. "So what if I knew it was you, Jordan?"

I swallowed hard. His voice was cold, his. Eyes even colder. I clenched my fists.

"You did it on purpose. You slept with me just so you could take revenge because of what happened..."

"Look at you. In a stained sheet. In a bar. Right after hiring a man to make you feel like anyone could love you. Right after you failed to get yourself anyone to put up with you."

"How dare you?"

He gave a sickly sweet smile, one that did not reach his eyes. "How dare I? I am the man you were clinging onto last night. Too bad, though, I did want to let you leave with the memory of a good night. But as always, you ruin it."

I felt angry tears sting the back of my eyes, my chest heaving tight. I let my lips part as I tried to breathe.

"You should have rejected me. You should have..."

He shrugged. "I could have. But I didn't want to. Now, you can either take your time and dress up... or leave in those sheets."

I stood there as he grabbed his shirt, the one that I had yanked off last night, then slowly walked to the door.

He walked to the door, then stopped, his hand on the door knob.

"Jordan?"

I turned to him, my eyes wide, my fists clenched tight. He gave me a one over, then smiled, his fangs showing.

"I have had much better."

My lips parted, but before I could say a word, he was gone, leaving me even more hurt than I had come.

"f**k. f**k you, Vincent."

I slowly went to the floor, my fingers going into my hair, my hands shaking with anger. Why of all people did it have to be that...

Shit.

I grabbed my dress and dressed up quickly, then walked out, my steps stiff.

I walked to the reception, then forced a smile. "I want to..."

"What room?" She asked, looking up to me.

I sighed, then looked for the keys. "Sixy eight."

She nodded. "It's free."

My brows furrowed. "Free?"

She nodded. "He does it occasionally for women who are... well... not very well versed."

I felt my face redden with embarrassment, and I grabbed my purse and walked out. If I had known I would end up with Vincent, I would have bought a large tub of ice cream, cried to it, and slept off instead.

I slowly walked the long paths, my head down. I couldn't get the experience out of my head, and it was the worst betrayal. I could still feel every touch, every kiss, every single whisper he had left against my earlobe in the dead of the night...

I stopped, trying to organise my thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking of Vincent. Vincent was...

I closed my eyes, the image of him back then in Wolf High flooding my mind. He was an uncontrollable eater, and it showed in the multiple fat folds in his body.

After my rejection of him, he had gone, and I had assumed that would be it. I thought it would be the last time I would have to see him.

Little did I expect to see him like this. Not so... different. Definitely not the guy who could make me forget Taylor for a night.

I swallowed down my embarrassment. The only way was to act like it never happened. No one knew anyway. No one even knew him back at the club. I could easily get away with pretending like I never met him.

I passed my fingers through my hair again. How did I never know he was the alpha? Back at Wolf High, we just assumed he was a kid who got lucky, especially since he never fought back with the bullying. He was the Alpha's son, then? How come every time I heard the stories of Alpha Vincent, it never occurred to me?

How did I never expect Karma to hit me like this?

A sudden ring from my phone cut my train of thoughts, and I opened the bag, then pulled it out. My jaw clenched once I saw the caller ID. Mariana.

I thought of not picking it. Did she want to rub it in my face? After everything, did she want to tell me that she won in the end?

I swallowed, then picked, my eyes set in ice. "What do you want, Mariana?"

There was a silence on the other end before she finally spoke. "Let's talk. Please."