Chapter 7 The Mystery Woman

Tyler's POV

A sharp pounding in my head forces my eyes open. The morning light filters through the curtains, and I groan, dragging a hand over my face.

My body feels heavy, my limbs sore in a way that isn't from battle or training. It's different like I've spent the entire night indulging in something... or someone.

I sit up slowly, the silk sheets slipping from my bare chest. That's when I realize, I'm completely naked.

I can see dry, whitish stuff all over my body. Goodness, I smell of sperm and semen. What the hell happened last night?

I press my fingers to my temple, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. The last thing I clearly recall is drinking with Richard.

Alcohol mixed with wolfsbane. We did it on purpose, to dull our senses, to feel something different for once. It was reckless, but we needed an escape. Then... I remember coming home.

And then, flashes of a woman.

A beautiful woman beneath me, her body arching into mine. The way she trembled, the way she moaned my name. My hands gripping her soft curves, my lips devouring her skin. She was warm, intoxicating... perfect.

And then, she turned the sex around; it was like a role reversal; I was at the receiving end.

She moved on my cock, she choked my neck, she milked every drop of cum in my balls, nearly making me lose my mind. What the hell, how is that even possible? That's abnormal, but it feels great.

But her face...

I can't remember her face.

I frown, running a hand through my hair. This doesn't make sense. I never forget a woman. Never. But now, it's like something has erased her from my mind. As if she was nothing but a dream.

No. She was real. I know she was.

I swing my legs over the bed and stand, grabbing my robe before heading to the bathroom. The warm water washes away the lingering traces of the night, but the frustration remains. Who was she? Why can't I remember?

After dressing in a black button-down and dark slacks, I make my way downstairs to the meeting hall. Richard is already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Finally decided to show up," he smirks.

I ignore his teasing and get straight to the point. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Richard furrows his brows. "We got wasted. On purpose. You said you needed to clear your head. I agreed." He shrugs. "At some point, you left and went home."

"That's it?"

"That's all I remember. Why?"

I exhale sharply. "Because I woke up this morning knowing I spent the night with a woman, but I can't remember who the hell she was."

Richard whistles lowly. "Damn. Wolfsbane must've hit you harder than we thought."

I clench my jaw. That doesn't sit well with me. Even under the influence of wolfsbane, my wolf would still have some memory of our mate or at least a woman we slept with. But there's nothing. Just shadows and sensations.

"I need to find her." My voice is firm, unwavering.

Richard tilts his head. "You sure you didn't imagine her?"

I glare at him, and he holds up his hands in surrender.

"She was real," I state. "And I want her."

We step into the meeting hall, where the elders and high-ranking wolves are already gathered around the long, circular table. They rise briefly as I take my seat at the head. Discussions begin-talks of alliances, border patrols, and minor disputes within the pack. But none of it holds my interest.

Then...

She walks in.

Nikita.

The moment our eyes meet, my chest tightens. Her blue eyes widen slightly, but she looks away just as quickly, keeping her head down as she moves toward the far end of the room.

Something stirs inside me. An unsettling feeling I can't explain.

Could it be...? No. Impossible.

I shake the thought away and lean forward, gripping the edges of the table. "I have an announcement," I say, my voice echoing through the hall.

All eyes turn to me.

"There was a woman in my room last night," I declare. "I don't know who she was, but I do know one thing-I want her."

Murmurs ripple through the elders. Some exchange glances, while others nod in understanding.

"We will investigate, Alpha," one of them assures me. "We will find out who entered your chambers last night."

I give a curt nod, my fingers curling into my palm.

I will find her.

I will have her.

And when I do, she will belong to me.