Odyssey Of The Supreme Heiress And Her Lycan Mate

ISABELLA'S POV:

"Ma'am, there's a package from someone named Derrick Petals," Margret, my secretary, announced as she approached my desk, holding a big bouquet of roses and a wrapped medium-sized box. I tore my eyes away from my laptop and gave her a frustrated look. She knew how much I disliked men and their irritating gifts, but she kept accepting them.

"I guess you're tired of working here, Margret?" I scolded her.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," she apologized, placing the wrapped box and bouquet on my large office desk before leaving. I shook my head in annoyance and returned to my work on the laptop.

As the only child of wealthy parents, I found managing their big business to be quite exhausting. It left me with very little time for my personal life, but luckily, today is a Friday, and I could use a break.

"Thank goodness!" I exclaimed as I checked my wristwatch, which showed it was already six o'clock. I quickly packed my bag and organized my desk to leave. Standing up, I grabbed the wrapped box and bouquet, then headed out of my office.

Leaving my company, which I had inherited from my late parents. My company was a grand establishment, occupying a large, modern building in the heart of the city. The exterior was sleek, a glass and steel structure that reflected the surrounding skyscrapers. Inside, the spacious lobby featured marble floors and a reception desk manned by our efficient staff.

My office, on one of the upper floors, was spacious and tastefully decorated. Large windows offered panoramic views of the city skyline. I spotted a large trash can outside the compound and I furiously tossed the unwanted gifts into it and hopped into my car, eager to leave the office behind.

I drove to my regular club, where I usually spent my weekends. Upon arrival, the loud music pounded my ears, making it hard to hear. I looked around the club. It was a spacious place with colorful lights flashing everywhere. The music was incredibly loud, thumping through my chest. People were dancing, and their smiles and laughter filled the air. The atmosphere was electric, and it felt like an energetic party where everyone was out for a good time.

I made my way to the crowded bar area and took a seat on a tall stool, ignoring the advances of men who lustfully eyed my figure in the tight black leather dress I wore.

"Could I have a bottle of champagne, please?" I requested, winking at the lovely blonde bartender. She responded with a gentle smile, swiftly placing a chilled bottle of champagne and a glass in front of me before tending to other customers. I filled the glass to the brim and downed it in one go, all the while scanning the bustling club for my target.

NARRATOR'S POV:

" Liam! Liam!" Clara a slender redhead girl, was seen chasing after Liam and yelling his name.

Liam Blackwood, a confident and handsome twenty-four-year-old finalist at "RYARD UNIVERSITY OF SAN DIEGO," was walking along the campus road. He stood at a tall six feet, his slender frame complemented by long, carefully tied blonde hair. Engrossed in the music from his airpod, he didn't notice the red-headed girl running toward him.

"Liam! Hold on!" she called out as she reached him, breathing heavily. She swiftly removed the airpod from his ear.

" Will you remove this goddamn thing from your ear, right now!" she snapped sharply,

"Clara, what's good?" Liam inquired, stopping in the middle of the road as Clara held his clothes tightly.

"Are you leaving already? Aren't you attending the party?" Clara asked.

"No, I'm not. Can I have my airpods?" Liam extended his hand.

"But I would like to go with you."

"I don't have time for that," he snapped, taking back his airpods and walking away.

Clara persisted, "The Singers Brother will be performing their debut song at the party too!"

Liam suddenly stopped upon hearing about "The Singers Brother." He was an up-and-coming musician, and one of his dreams was to sing alongside the popular singer's brother.

"If you perform one of your songs at the party, who knows if The Singers Brother would find it interesting," Clara said convincingly. She had been Liam's best friend since freshman year and knew how to persuade him.

Liam flashed a soft smile. "You sure know me the best. See you at the club later tonight," he said and continued on his way.

Back in the club, Isabella continued to sip her drink while scanning the guys in the club, but she didn't seem to find her potential match.

"I guess I'll call it a day," she said and grabbed her half-filled bottle of champagne, making her way out of the club. As she reached the busy entrance, someone suddenly collided with her, causing the bottle of champagne in her hand to fall and shatter into pieces, scattering carelessly on the floor.

"Watch it, boy!" she yelled furiously at the handsome blonde guy.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said politely, using his handkerchief to clean her body, which was soaked in alcohol. Isabella eyed him lustfully as he fearlessly wiped off the liquid from her body, including her thigh, and even called her "babe." She couldn't help but develop a flicker of attraction for him, he was just the type of man she had been looking for. But before she could make her move, the guy had already disappeared into the club.

"What the actual heck!" she muttered under her breath as she couldn't find him anymore. She rushed back inside the club, which now seemed even more crowded than before, and scanned around carefully. After a few minutes of what appeared to be a fruitless search, she moved to another part of the club, where a group of people who seemed to be college students was partying hard. Looking up at the stage, she saw the blonde guy she had been looking for performing a song.

"Go, Liam! Go, Liam!" the students hailed as he performed. Isabella couldn't help but watch him with keen interest as he sang on the stage, a beautiful smile curling up on her lips.

"Liam? Well, he's quite cute," she chuckled as she admired him.

ISABELLA'S POV:

"Liam!"

I called out to the blonde guy who had piqued my interest earlier as he gracefully descended from the stage. He made his way to the bar, and I followed closely, still not quite sure how to initiate a conversation. Offering money crossed my mind, but he didn't strike me as someone in need.

"Hey, you!" I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at me, and I couldn't help but notice his striking good looks.

"Oh, it's you! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier. What's up?" he suddenly exclaimed.

Words failed me at that moment; I was uncertain about how to proceed and convince him to hook-up with me tonight. I briefly considered inviting him for a drink, but I wasn't sure that was the right approach.

"My drink," I unintentionally blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" he shouted over the thumping hip-hop music in the club.

"My drink. You should get me another one as an apology for ruining my dress," I responded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Seriously? Wow, that's funny! Alright, as you wish," he replied, a hint of surprise in his eyes at my unusual request.

"Let's go to my car."

"Your car? Isn't it just a drink? I can get you one from the bar."

"No, it's not just a drink. It's a special Italian champagne, and I got it from a store about five kilometers from here. You have to get it from there," I lied.

"Wow, that's quite the journey! Alright, wait here. I'll get it for you."

"No, I'll drive you to the store," I insisted, eager to find a way to get him to my bed tonight. "Let's get out of here, boy!"

We exited the club, and I drove us to the store. The car's air conditioning made the atmosphere chilly, and the silence between us was somewhat awkward.

"How did you know my name?" he suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Go, Liam! Go, Liam!" I playfully mimicked the chant from the club.

"Oh, I get it now," he laughed.

"Here we are," I exclaimed as we reached an alcohol store. I swiftly parked the car.

"I'll get the drink for you," he said and darted into the store. I waited in the car, and he returned with the exact champagne I had purchased earlier.

"Here it is. Am I free now?" he asked, handing over the bottle of champagne. I playfully ran my fingers through his long, blonde hair and then let my fingers trail down to his face. His cheeks turned a shade of crimson, and I withdrew my hand.

"Please, have a drink with me, boy," I implored, giving him a sultry look.

"I can't drink with you. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol," he replied, shaking his head in disapproval .

I frowned in disappointment but continued to caress his hair. Slowly, my fingers moved from his hair to his face, and I could see him blushing even more intensely.

I unlocked the bottle and took a large gulp, almost finishing it. Then, I forcefully placed the bottle in his mouth, and he nearly choked on the drink. I playfully chuckled.

As I locked eyes with him, I noticed his gaze growing hazy, and the alcohol seemed to be affecting him rapidly. I had never encountered someone with such a low tolerance for alcohol.

"I should take my leave now," he protested weakly as I moved closer to him and pressed my lips against his.

He gazed into my eyes dreamily and began to resist, but I held him tightly and continued to kiss him passionately. Slowly, he started to succumb to my seduction.

"Let's go to my place," I mumbled softly.

LIAM'S POV:

As the alcohol that the mysterious woman had forced down my throat began to take its toll, I found it increasingly challenging to resist her advances. I gradually realized that her intentions were far from being solely about the champagne I had broken; she was pursuing me for something more intimate. My strength waned, and I became little more than a puppet, unable to move my body or speak. I sat in the car, watching her drive me to an unfamiliar location.

After several minutes of driving, she pulled up in front of an enormous mansion. The mansion was a grand sight, a sprawling estate that exuded opulence. Its imposing presence loomed before us.

We parked, and she assisted me out of the car, as I was unable to lift any part of my body. She guided me inside the lavish mansion, and I was struck by the grandeur that awaited me.

The Interior of the mansion was nothing short of magnificent. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a dazzling glow on the marble floors. Luxurious tapestries adorned the walls, and the furniture was elegant and tasteful. The atmosphere was one of extravagance and wealth.

She led me up a grand staircase and into a bedroom that was equally luxurious. The room was a testament to her affluence, adorned with fine furnishings and exquisite décor.

As we entered the room, she suddenly pushed me against the large, inviting bed and pounced on me. Her lips and hands began to explore my body with a seductive touch. My voice was weak and low, but I managed to ask, "What is your name, woman?"

"Isabella Sinclair. Why do you care?" she replied, her seductive eyes locking onto mine in a slutty manner.

"I care to know the name of the woman who could be so bold," I replied in my feeble state.

Before I could process what would come next, her mouth was already descending on my member, her lips and hands encircling my throbbing shaft and moving in a systematic rhythm.

I was frozen in disbelief. I can't believe that a woman was taking advantage of me right now. I tried to resist, but my body wouldn't respond, and all I could do was watch as she found pleasure in the intimate act.

She flicked her wet tongue over my sensitive tip, jolting me out of my thoughts. A loud moan escaped my lips, It was my first time engaging in such a sexual encounter. And I couldn't believe it all.

She abruptly ceased the tantalizing motions and removed her dress, revealing her medium-sized pointed breasts and alluring figure. It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress.

My member responded with renewed vigor at the captivating sight before me, and she smiled teasingly. She climbed on top of me, positioning herself on my throbbing shaft, which slid effortlessly into her wet warmth. She arched her hips slightly and began to move sensually, riding me with a deliberate pace.

My heart raced as I slipped into her, I knew I wasn't supposed to be getting intimate with this woman, but I couldn't do anything but relax and enjoy the moment with this wealthy, mysterious woman who had taken control.

***************

"Hey! Get up right now!" a strange woman's voice yelled, jolting me from my deep sleep. I woke up with a pounding headache on the left side of my head. I held my head with my hands, trying to gather my thoughts and remember why I was in a woman's bed, completely naked.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in shock, jumping out of the bed.

"What's all the fuss about?" she asked nonchalantly as she applied her makeup in front of a large mirror.

"Fuss? You took advantage of me when I was vulnerable. You forced strong champagne down my throat, even after I warned you about my low alcohol tolerance. You forced yourself on me and did unspeakable things, and now you act like I'm the one causing trouble!" I yelled in anger.

She stopped applying her makeup and turned to face me, glaring with amusement.

"You sure have some attitude. I like that. Don't worry; I'll make it up to you. Just name your price and consider it done." She replied

"Seriously? You think you can just take my virginity and act like it's no big deal?" I yelled at her again.

She burst into hysterical laughter, which I found very annoying. How could she laugh at a moment like this? How could a woman be so shameless? Seeing that I wasn't joking, my face remained frowned, and I seethed in anger.

"Wait, you're not joking about that?" she asked, her brows furrowed with interest, fixing her gaze on me.

"Well, it seems like you're not lying. That explains why you've been so cooperative," she laughed, teasing me.

"How can you be so unserious ?Is it because of your wealth? Do you think you can take advantage of anyone as you please?" I yelled at her, but she didn't care. She turned back to the mirror.

"Like I said earlier, I will compensate you for any damage," she said, applying her red lipstick.

"You can't afford it, woman!" I snapped rudely at her.

She burst into hysterical laughter. "Seriously? You've got to be kidding, boy!"

"Stop referring to me as a boy. I'm twenty-four; I'm an adult," I snapped at her.

"And to a thirty-two-year-old woman, you're just a boy!" she retorted rudely, her words hurting my ego deeply.

"Name your price, boy, and get out of my house. I'm tired of your drama." She mumbled quietly, but I could hear her.

"I don't need your money, young woman. I only want one thing as compensation."

"Oh, I'm all ears."she replied, unfazed

"Marry me!"

She burst into another hysterical laughter, which irritated me. To her, it was just a normal one-night stand, but to me, it meant much more. It was about my entire life.

She picked up her bag and removed five bundles of new notes, then threw them at my feet. I felt another surge of anger. How could she? How could she disregard me in such way!

"Take that money and stop bothering me. I need to get to work," she said as she stood up from the dressing mirror and adjusted her black dress. I noticed she had a preference for the color black, as all the luxury cars in her compound were black.

I kicked the bundle of notes back to her, and she scoffed mockingly. I wouldn't allow myself to be degraded by a human, let alone a woman.

"You should get dressed and leave now!" she yelled, jolting me back to reality. I reluctantly put on my clothes and made my way out of her mansion.

As I walked out of the gigantic gate of the mansion, her car pulled up beside me. She lowered the window "Want a ride? I could spare some minutes to drop you at your destination." She inquired, smiling softly at me. Her expensive cologne wafted out of the car and into the atmosphere. The scent brought back the dirty memory of last night, and I quickly brushed it off.

"I don't need your ride. Stop acting nice!" I retorted sharply, but she just smiled and zoomed off, leaving me to find my way in the unfamiliar estate.

"Bro just got laid by a woman, iconic ! hahaha."

"Shut up, Max!" I snapped. Max is my wolf, and I have three others inside me-Rocky, Midnight, and Rage. I have a rare disorder that sets me apart from my pack; I have multiple wolves within me.

Max has a likable character. He's very funny and charming. Whenever he takes over, I become the most funny and charming person ever. He's also a food lover and can go to great lengths to get food. He once made me eat from a little girl's lunch on a bus because he was hungry. I nearly died of embarrassment. Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous.

Rocky is a chronic playboy. He once took over when I was in school, and I ended up in my psychology lecturer's bed. Thankfully, I was able to fight him off before anything could happen. Rocky is very confident and loves fashion. He enjoys spoiling women, and there's no woman in the world Rocky can't charm. He's always eager to get laid, but I do my best to keep him in check.

Midnight is the one I love the most. I'm glad he appears the most. He is peaceful and quiet, allowing me to be my normal self and carry out my daily activities undisturbed. The only issue with Midnight is that he hates alcohol.

The last one is Rage, the one I fear the most. He rarely takes over, but when he does, it takes a long time for me to overcome him. His strong will is hard to overcome. Rage is proud, arrogant, and strong. He's a Lycan, even more powerful than Alpha. I wish Rage had taken over when I was with that lady; she wouldn't have taken advantage of me because Rage is a hard shell to crack. He doesn't give people, especially women, attention. He's focused and hard to overpower. I like Rage, but I find it hard to control myself once he takes over.

My head suddenly spun, a usual occurrence. It happens whenever my wolves starts to fight for control, battling for dominance. Max had just appeared, but someone else was already challenging him. It was definitely Rocky.

"What! You got laid! I can't believe I missed such an iconic moment. Why can't that weak Midnight allow me to take over at that moment? I would have given that woman the best experience of her life, the kind that would make her come back for more!" Rocky said in my mind with excitement I had never seen in him.

"Midnight, please come back. I can't afford to keep up with Rocky this morning," I pleaded inside myself, imploring my favorite wolf to take over. always communicate with my wolves through my mind.

"Hey, beauty!" I suddenly said, unintentionally winking seductively at a girl passing by. Oh my goodness, this was Rocky's doing.

"Rocky, please don't start with your usual bullshit,"I scolded.

"You had your first experience. She's your fated mate." Rocky said in a more serious tone.

"Stop it! Please! It's just an ancient family tradition. Why must the first lady I get intimate with be my fated mate? Have they ever considered if it was a one-night stand, like my case, or if the woman isn't my type?"

"It's not just a tradition; it's a blood pact made by the Blackwood pack generations ago. If you don't marry your fated mate, the blood curse will kill you." I knew about this; my dad had been talking about it since I was a child, and I had taken it very seriously. I didn't have a girlfriend or have any experiences until last night, and to make matters worse, she's a condescending, rich woman who disregards men.

"It's impossible to make the woman be my mate willingly, Rocky."

"Then leave it to me, hahaha. What's up with Vic from the biochemistry department? Why did you shut me off when I was about to get her number? Did you guys later meet?" Rocky said. Vic was the girl he was trying to woo the last time he took over, and it hurt my feelings because Vic is the typical not so good looking girl in school that people don't like to talk to.

"Please, Rocky, I'm not in the mood for this. I have to find a way to reverse this tradition or pact or whatever. I'll never be with that woman for the rest of my life."