TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST

totally don’t remember having that... hmm... okay, weird
Not letting my confusion deter me from my newly found goal, I let the delicate glass slip from between my fingers and began sprinting after Devon and the bimbo.
Strangely enough, as my drink fell, I never actually heard its delicate glass shatter. I only heard Jay’s voice fading in the distance, begging me to come back as I ran towards the exit.
I’m so sorry, Jay, I thought to myself worriedly.
I can’t come back; I need to fix the mess I made.
I needed to get to Devon before it was too late and remind him of us.
But just as quickly as it happened before, my body felt as if it was set on fire and the world around me suddenly began to fade away quickly.
Once again, I was plummeting towards the darkness.

Chapter 6
***  SEXUAL CONTENT***
Devon's POV
Looking over at the inhabitant of the disheveled king-sized bed to my right, I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to make the impending headache disappear. I get them a lot. It seems that my wolf, Slade, gets pissed off whenever I hook up with someone who's not my mate.
He'll get over it.
I'm Devon fucking Montgomery. Alpha to the Blood Moon Pack!
I have urges, and I intend to satisfy them. When and If I ever find my mate, I'll settle down and devote myself to her. But until then, I'll do whatever the fuck I damn well, please. My wolf will not dictate who or when I decide to fuck some nameless participant!
After I left the club with Felicia ... Fiona ... Farrah - whatever the hell her name is, I had my driver take us to the nearest, decent hotel. I had an itch to scratch, and blondie here made it quite clear that she was willing to do whatever I wanted.
They always do.
Blondie was a very naughty girl, and I made sure she was good and punished for her bad behavior A LOT.
Apparently, this one liked it rough.
After our little romp, I laid on the bed leaning against the headboard, which we happened to break. This wild cat was kinkier than I had expected. I'd make sure to have my driver reimburse the hotel for any of the room's repair costs. He'd gotten quite proficient in dealing with these types of sticky situations. Money tended to keep things quite amenable, especially when you slipped a few extra bills to management for their troubles.
Our naked bodies were still covered in sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the sheets. I glanced over at blondie’s nude body; she was passed out from exhaustion laying on her toned stomach and silicone double Ds. Her shapely ass had a few red handprints from where she begged me to spank her, as well as several love bites that were beginning to bruise her inner thighs. Well done, my boy, I chuckled to myself. She was unquestionably a wild cat.
 This one almost wiped my ass out, and I'm a fucking Alpha. That tells you how crazy she had to be for her to be able to keep up with my sexual appetites.
The wild cat was undoubtedly one for the books. I'd have to give Michael, my Beta, and Aiden, my Gamma, this kitten's number so that they could enjoy a taste too.
I don't mind passing down my little leftovers to Michael and Aiden. Women like the wild cat aren't my mate, and I never go back for seconds, even though several little vixens have tried their damndest. I never take the bait. When I fuck them, that's all it is for me, a release and nothing more. Before I even extend an invitation to accompany me to a hotel, I make it perfectly clear what their significance is to me.
Absolutely nothing.
Some have tried to put on a brave front and act as if they fully accept their position as my temporary distraction, but I can always smell their deception. Without warning, these death traps get tossed to the curb with no hesitation or remorse on my end.
I can always find another.
Just as I got up out of bed to get dressed, I felt a slender hand with long and manicured red nails slink around my arm. "Where are you going, lover?" She whined in a sickly-sweet tone that caused bile to creep up into my throat, gagging me. "I was hoping for another round. Your cock made me feel so fucking good. I need another taste." She let go of my arm and rolled over on her back, moaning and writhing as she caressed her beaded pink nipples in front of me. "I'm so fucking wet right now, baby. I know you wanna fuck me again. I can make you feel so good, baby." She pleaded.
I observed her as she slowly glided her other hand deep within her slick folds and moaned while staring directly into my eyes, begging me to shove my thick rod insider her once more.
***END OF SEXUAL CONTENT***
I tsked and shook my head.
Pathetic cling-on.
Disgusted already at the sight of her, I briskly turned away, pulled up my pants, and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed my shirt and coat, not even bothering to put them on, and headed for the door without so much as a second glance. I could hear her beginning to curse profanities at me as I made my way out of the room and lifted my hand in a dismissive wave.
Bye Felicia ...
Seriously - some people just don't get it.
In the elevator, I texted my driver, Shane, that it was time to go and that I was already in the elevator heading out. Right on cue, he and the car were waiting for me right outside the hotel’s exit.
I climbed in my black stretch limo in the back seat and sank into the Italian leather seats with a sigh.
"Long night, sir?" Shane asked, giving me a quick glance in the