Chapter 3 3

LISA

I decided to head to Fiona's quarters after I was beaten. My palms were red, swollen and probably infected, but it was nothing I wasn't used to by now.

The pain grounded me. Made me think of something other than the gaping hole in my soul. I might not have wanted Bryan, but nonetheless, he was still mine. Still created for me and he cheated. He didn't even wait before he slept with her.

I walked into Fiona's room and kicked the door shut behind me with a grunt. I flopped onto her bed, face-first, without a thought.

Her bed was way better than the scratchy pallet I slept in and that was because, though Fee was an omega, she was lucky to be mated to a Delta. Ethan was a warrior in this pack and was one of the few that were nice to me. Although, I'm pretty sure the others that are nice to me just want under my skirts.

"By the gods, Lisa," Fiona exclaimed, heading toward me with a cool towel and moisturizer. "I get the fact you were whipped but try to take care of it at least."

"Why do that when I have you?" I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.

She let out a heavy sigh and then turned me over so that my red-rimmed eyes faced her. Her expression changed to one of sadness then.

"Lisa, what happened?" she asked, taking my stinging palm in hers and wrapping it gently with the cold towel.

I flinched a little and raised my head up to the ceiling, trying to keep the oncoming tears at bay.

A tense silence settled over us as Fiona took care of my hands. She just wrapped it loosely and left the rest to my wolf to handle. Omegas don't heal as fast as other wolves but I healed a little bit faster than a normal omega.

If Baron ever knew, I'm sure he'd capitalize on that fact and whip me every day till I dropped.

"You want to talk about it?" she asked, wrapping the final bandages around my hand.

There was silence, and then I spoke.

"I found my mate today." Fiona was taken back.

"Well, shouldn't you be happy?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

I let out a bitter laugh. I didn't blame her for asking that. An average wolf should be happy at the thought of a mate. But I was no average wolf.

I decided to tell her straight up what happened. "It's Bryan. He didn't-" I took in a deep breath to center myself. "-he didn't even wait." A tear rolled down my eyes.

"Wait for what Lisa?" I turned to face her then, and through her clear blues, I saw my distraught reflection.

"He slept with Irene barely an hour after knowing I'm his mate."

Fiona let out a shocked gasp at that. Expected as she's aware of the importance of the mate bond.

"Come here," she said, with her arms wide open.

I crawled into her arms and let it all out. Ugly, nerve-wracking sobs escaped my lips and my throat burned from overuse. For once, I let myself feel. The last time I cried like this was in the days after my parents' death, but I was tired of holding it all back.

"Better?" Fiona asked gently after a while, rubbing my back in soft soothing strokes.

"Worse," I sniffled. "There's snot on your clothes."

She laughed and I did too. I really did love her. She'd been with me ever since the day Baron threw me in a decrepit room after my parents' death and I'd always appreciated her presence in my life.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she got up and dragged me with her. "Enough of the moping. No more tears. We're going to a club."

She announced proudly.

"What?" She must be joking.

"You heard me right," she said, heading toward the vanity across the room. "A new club opened just outside pack grounds. We need to find you someone who'll fuck you to oblivion and then some." Her lewd wink, made me let out a loud, obnoxious laugh despite my sadness.

"You must be joking, Fee."

"No, I'm not," she deadpanned.

Well, she's serious. I let out a heavy sigh. "But Fiona," I whined. "I look like roadkill and besides, my hands are still messed up." I raised said hands up.

"Oh, please," she waved me off. "They're probably healed by now. Now come over. It's time for a makeover."

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Some minutes later, I barely recognized the person staring back at me in the mirror.

Fiona had managed to straighten my red curls, causing them to cascade down my back and over my shoulders like a trail of fire. She had lined my eyes in black, making my green eyes pop. My cheeks were dusted gold and my lips were a dangerous shade of red.

My outfit was a deep green, almost black, dress that was tight and barely there. My slightly full hips and thighs flared provocatively in the outfit.

I looked...

"Hot. You look absolutely hot, Lisa."

Well, that wasn't exactly the word I was looking for, but she wasn't wrong.

With a flourish, Fiona pulled me through the door and we were out.

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The club pulsed with the beat of the music and bodies. I felt free for the first time in a long while. Fiona and I danced wild and free to the beat and that's when I saw him.

I couldn't particularly see him clearly, but I was halfway drunk and he looked hot, so after taking an excuse from Fee, I went with the man.

We barely spoke to each other with our mouths but on getting to a room (apparently the club had rooms) our bodies did all the speaking.

The experience was exhilarating and though I was just losing my virginity, the man was good with me-a good amount of gentle and rough that drove me wild. An odd but soothing dichotomy that wasn't meant to make sense but did regardless.

When he entered me, I felt renewed. His pace was slow, measured and sure and the amount of times the man left me on the brink of madness was uncountable but I lived for it.

And the best part? I felt nothing. No remorse and definitely not guilt as I slept with another man.

I came hard and loud and finally, I understood what the women in the few books Fiona had sneaked to me over time felt.

Tired but thoroughly satisfied, I fell asleep beside the unknown man, snuggled close to his side.

The next morning, I woke up abruptly to the man's back and quietly got up. I didn't want to wake him up so I dropped a dollar bill on the nightstand.

He was probably a gigolo, and a very skilled one at that. But unfortunately, I didn't have much to give. After dressing up quickly, I left the place and headed back to the pack. But what was waiting for me there was worse than I could have ever imagined.