Pleasure.
The one thing that is constant in my life.
I moaned into my partner's hair after release. Looking up at her with a blank face. I studied her features. This is the first time I actually saw her in a sober state. Blonde hair, blue eyes shadowed under false lashes, and big, fake lips. Not my type, but perfect for a one night stand.
"Hey babe, that felt amazing..." she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.
Avoiding drowning in her Botox-filled structures, I threw the covers and jumped out the bed. Meeting with the cold floors and her annoying cry for round four, I head to the bathroom to cleanse myself of the bimbo's scent.
Glancing in the mirror, I spotted the hickeys the slut trailed down my neck to where my mate's mark should be. Anger glazed over my green eyes, slowly turning pitch black as my wolf assessed the "damage" from last night.
Claw marks scattered my muscular body, love bites sprinkled my abs, and lipstick smeared on my chest. A low and threatening growl escaped my full lips and my muscular jaw clenched in rage.
'No do this to me. No hurt mate.'
'Back off Atlas. This won't hurt her.'
'No. You hurt mate.'
Ignoring my wolf, Atlas, I jump into the shower scrubbing yesterday's filth away. After twenty or so minutes, I head back to the room. Low and behold, last night's slut is still here. Irritation washed over me, fueling my foul mood.
"Hey babe. Ready for round four?" the she-wolf chirped, twirling her blonde locks in her finger, attempting to look sexy.
That was the last straw. Storming across the room, I grabbed her throat, pinning to the headboard, and glared at her.
"Going hard on this one huh?" she giggled.
Growling, I clench harder as she squeaked in protest. "No. I want you out of my house before I count to ten. And if you don't, I will kill you," I snarled.
Terror filled her eyes. Scrambling out of my grip, she grabbed her skanky dress and shimmied her plastic body in it. Snatching her shoes and purse, she gave me once last glance, throwing Atlas off the edge.
"OUT!!!" we roared. The whimpering she-wolf scurried out and slammed the door before departing.
Exhausted, I threw myself on the couch in my sitting area beside my bed and sigh. Covering my eyes, I drift away to a time where I actually felt loved and wanted. A hole filled my chest and emptiness engulfed me.
Although pleasure is the one constant in my life, loneliness was a companion. After every hook up, every temporary girl, every stand-in, there was a feeling of incompleteness and inadequacy. Every girl I had, I felt even more broken than before. And the more broken I feel, the more I look for this fake love. Cause that is what those girls offer me and it is what I offer them.
Fake love.
This fake love eats my very soul. I give and give of myself to these strangers and I can never take back. After a few heartbreaking experiences, I learned it was better to not give or take. Just occupy one night of their life and turn your separate ways.
I am drowning in this shallow, fake love. Slowly being eaten away by the pretense surrounding me. Sighing, I turn my back to the bright morning light and face towards the couch cushions and settle in, once again wishing to be reunited with the two who loved me unconditionally, the ones who abandoned me in this world. I learned rather quickly, the ones who are left behind are the ones who are broken.
Unloved and broken. That is what I am.
This is my life.
This is the life of Julius Lupo.
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My Damaged Alpha
WerewolfJulius Lupo, Alpha of the strongest pack in North America, is a playboy who hates the idea of a mate. Angered by Julius' actions, his grandfather steps in and with a concoction of poisons, transforms Julius into a little dog. Abandoned in the forest...
