Book 1 in The Royal Moon series - Arrogant, rude, and violent, sums up all the characteristics of King Alexander Black. One nite out, drunk and wolf-less changes her life, forever.
The Ripper King meats a broken she-wolf and two worlds collid...
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." ― Marilyn Monroe
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The thundering sound of music floated around me- I could feel the notes hit my skin, causing me to hum in response. Bright, neon lights flickered through the darkness of the club. Somehow, they reminded me of my emotions.
My eyes caught sight of my best friends heading towards me- the distinct smell of alcohol filled my senses. Smirking in satisfaction, I rested my arms on the dark, wooden table—I desperately need a drink.
Out of boredom, I took a closer look at the advertisement placed on our table- "The Barito - the biggest and best club in the US."
The sound of drunk voices started to overpower the music, causing me to swift my gaze in their direction. The voices floated in the air, like smoke searching for a way out. I watched as Katy placed the tray of drinks on the table- the clear liquid could easily be mistaken for water.
Out of nowhere, Katy burped like an amazon warrior- while the others took their seats.
Even while being with my friends, I felt more alone than ever. "Drink up, bitches." Katy squealed loudly, interrupting my inner thoughts. Her face beamed with excitement, and she looked somewhat flustered. I would take offense- however, this is who Katy is. She has absolutely no filter.
Keeping my eyes on the drinks in front of me, I inhaled the scent of vodka. The smell reminded me of my father and how he would teach me lessons behind closed doors.
Once again, Katy giggled loudly- she smiled and handed me a vodka shot. Before I knew it, the taste of spicy, briny-water took my breath away, causing me to choke.
"Easy, tigress!" Katy snapped at me- she patted me on the back, a little harder than needed, by the way. She pulled a face that almost represented that of a wet cat. Making me giggle in response- yes, I have a low tolerance for alcohol.
Then, a song that had all my friends on their feet in seconds started playing. "Oh. My. Fried. Chipmunks!" Demi shouted at the top of her lungs. Her hair flew across her face- she bobbed her head back and forth- which reminded me of something very... wrong.
"I got a feeling," She sang with all her might, but all I heard - was something that sounded like a dying underworld creature.
Taking a glass with a dark-unknown liquid, I watched as the ice hit against the brittle
edges. The sound never reached my ears as my lips touched the edge of the glass. My fingers barely had a hold on the drinking container, so I adjusted my hold, gripping my fingers tightly together.
As I emptied the glass-in record time, the burning-liquid traveled down my throat- leaving two half-melted ice cubes behind.
