Chapter 4 Wine and Her Scent

~Ace~

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

One last punch and the punching bag slammed hard into the wall for the second time. My blood was pumping fast. My lungs burned. I forgot how long I've been here, beating the bag with emotion but never being satisfied.

I untied the hand wraps from my hands while catching my breath.

"This isn't going to work."

Something inside me refused to get the image of that damn girl out of my brain. Yes, it was all because of that damn half-breed girl. I couldn't understand. After all this time, why would the Moon Goddess give me such a disgusting fate? Of all the female werewolves in Nightfall City, why did it have to be her?

I grabbed a small towel to wipe off my face and neck, covered in sweat. Underneath my breath, I could still feel her scent. Damn it! She was like poison fused with air. Her scent filled my airways, suffocating me so tightly. It felt like it wanted to make me die of lust.

"Get my car in gear!" I ordered as I threw a towel at Ben.

Benjamin Foster was my beta. He was more like a brother to me since we were only one year apart in age. He was reliable, even though he was annoying at times.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Ben asked as he swung his legs, following me. He handed me a bottle of mineral water and said, "You don't look well, Alpha Ace. Should I be worried about you?"

I roughly gulped down the mineral water, not caring about the spilled water that soaked my bare chest.

"Do I have to repeat my words?" I said as I threw the bottle at Ben, which he swiftly caught.

I half turned my head without breaking stride. His reflexes were excellent. It was just a plastic bottle. I had even thrown a dagger at him.

"I'll get a car for you," he replied. He stopped following me and turned his steps in the other direction. Ben had known me since we were kids. It would be easy for him to understand what I wanted.

The oxygen in this mansion was way too thick with that damn girl's scent. My head was aching, and I needed fresh air to keep me sane. By getting away from her, it might help me forget about the desire to fuck her.

"Your car, Alpha Ace." Ben handed me the car keys as I reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked at me from top to toe, like there was something strange about me.

"What the hell are you looking at? You think I'd be stunned by that kind of stare?" I glared at him.

Ben chuckled, immune to my harsh words.

"You look dashing and charming, Alpha Ace. Are you sure you don't want to take me with you?" I knew Ben's words and manner of speaking could rub people who didn't know us the wrong way, but I also knew he was doing his job. He was worried about me.

"I'm not in the mood to date, Ben. Get the fuck out!" I shouted. I snatched the car keys from Ben's hand and left him. I walked to my car and left the mansion, searching for anything to take my mind off that girl.

The only place I could think of was a nightclub. My mansion had a room full of high-quality wines, but I didn't want to get out of control. Wine and that girl's scent were dangerous, and I wouldn't try them.

I exited the car, facing the three-story building with security guards at the door. The later it was, the more crowded the club became. It had been a while since I last came here, at least since I took over the Nightfall Pack leadership. Unbelievably, because of that girl, I was standing here. I thought a lot would have changed, but it didn't. This place was still the same as I last remembered.

"Mr. Cassilas!"

I turned around and saw a man walking quickly towards me. Marlone. I knew him as the owner of this club, and he was very dull. Not everyone in Nightfall City knew our identity as werewolves, including Marlone, who thought I was a businessman with many high-value assets.

"It's been a while since you came to my club. How you doing, Mr. Cassilas?" He repeated it.

"Just a coincidence. I want a good drink," I said, uninterested in small talk.

"Of course. I have plenty of good drinks. Come with me; you'll be addicted to Sexy Winona," he said.

My forehead wrinkled. Did he say a woman's name?

"Um... sorry, I mean... I have a new drink concoction. We named it Sexy Winona. It would be best if you tried it. It's everyone's favorite concoction," he explained without me asking. He then opened his hand, letting me walk first.

The smell of liquor was thick when my feet stepped into the club. My eyes roamed, seeing people enjoying their evenings with alcohol and women.

"Fuck! Are they so poor that they can't afford a motel for sex?" The club looked like an orgy place because of the couples making out almost naked in the dim light.

They were lucky that they weren't one of my members because I would have beheaded them if they had done anything disgusting like that.

I turned away when I heard Marlone laughing.

"Youngblood, Mr. Cassilas. They are on a roll. I guess they're just not as rich as you," he said, making me feel like vomiting.

Marlone shooed away some drunken youngsters on one of the couches and gave the place to me. Then he called over a waitress, asking her to bring him the drinks he had mentioned a while ago.

"I have some pretty girls if you want them," he offered.

'Girls? I don't know. I wasn't interested in any girls, except...'

Fuck!

"Give me that drink!" I said, not responding to his offer of girls.

"The waitress will bring it to you soon," he said.

Not long after, a waitress came with a drink for me.

"Give it to me!" I extended my hand towards her.

A crystal glass slid into my hand. I looked at it for a moment and then smelled it. The rum scent was thick, but overall, it smelled pretty good. I sipped the drink and found that it wasn't bad. I had no idea what made this drink a favorite because I thought it tasted so-so.

The only thing that made me sick was Marlone's babbling. He made my head spin even more. I was restraining myself from shutting him up forever. He finally left me when there was chaos on the dance floor.

I leaned back as I watched the chaos ahead. I figured this was my bad day. I'd come to this place to relieve my stress but was treated to an unnecessary riot. Marlone was there but was unable to solve such a small problem. What a shame!

The chaos made me even more fed up, so I left. But one more misfortune happened to me. A man bumped into me as I was about to leave the place.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I turned away and didn't expect to see him in this place. I recognized that face. He was the same man who had made me lose millions of dollars overnight, Jared Waltz.

"Alpha Ace?" He looked surprised to see me but then put on a hypocritical face with a smile. "I didn't expect to see you here." His eyeballs moved as if he wanted to say I shouldn't be there.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that, Alpha Jared? What are you doing here in my territory?" I said it with emphasis on every word.

I felt the tension building. I think he felt it, too. Without reason, he shouldn't be in this place, not in my territory.

"I came here to meet a friend," he replied.

I couldn't take my eyes off his. Damn! His eyes were too calm for me to read. But I felt I needed to figure out his answer. He dared to enter my territory, and I was sure there was another reason that made more sense than to meet a friend.

"He's over there," he said again as he pointed behind me.

I turned and saw a man sitting at one of the tables waving. My eyes narrowed, trying to penetrate the dim light of the club to see his face more clearly, but I didn't recognize him.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, Alpha Ace. This is just a business matter. I'll be on my way when my business ends with him." Jared's words made me turn to him.

I still couldn't trust him. But I wouldn't embarrass myself by acting rashly.

"It would be best if you behaved inside my territory, Alpha Jared. You know I have a very low tolerance for the offense." I told him not to get into trouble with me.

He smiled faintly.

"You have my word, Alpha Ace," he said.

I left him with a glare. I was in a bad mood. I would quickly finish him if he dared to make trouble in my territory.

I left the club, picked up my cell phone, and called Ben.

"Jared Waltz is at Black Wheels. Find out what he's doing here. If you find anything suspicious, finish him off!" I said it earnestly.