Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 13

Ow… I open my eyes to the sound of my phone buzzing on the floor.

I think I passed out. I quickly close them when I realize it hurts to look… anywhere and I’m in a stranger’s bed. Oh my god, everything starts playing through my mind like a movie—a horror movie I let myself be a part of. I didn’t stop it, I didn’t make him stop, I wanted him. More than I’ve ever wanted a man and I have no idea why. I just know I need to get out of here.

I lie, embarrassed to have been Wolfe’s toy for the night, or one of them.

Shit.

I flip over quickly in a panic and realize the door is still locked. I don’t think he’s been in here since he left. My poor head is pounding but I don’t have time to think about that. I scramble. The last thing I need is for Wolfe to come back and have to do the walk of torrid shame past him to get out of here. It hits me then that I questioned Layla on her involvement with Sean, and yet I walked right into Wolfe’s room, into his trap, without question.

I pull my dress up over my still naked body. It’s only 7:30 a.m. I don’t remember anything after he left other than passing out cold in his bed. I search frantically for my panties but they’re quite literally nowhere to be found and then I remember they were torn from my body. I start to rummage through the cabinets in his small kitchen area desperate for some sort of helper for my headache, all I find are supplements, vitamins, electrolytes. Who is this man?

Everything is neat and organized. I find myself wondering if he lives here all the time. I move to his private bathroom, it’s barren and neat also. I manage to score regular Tylenol in the medicine cabinet and gratefully swallow two down with a bottle of water from his compact fridge.

I throw my heels on with one hand and grab my purse with the other, flipping the comforter up to see if I can find my ruined panties. I don’t.

I open my app and order an Uber. The sooner it gets here, the better. I need to sleep, and I wanted to take my dad’s truck to Alchemy Customs. On the upside, I will have the whole day to do it because there’s no chance I’m going to this wedding. Layla is just going to have to understand.

“You don’t have to lie. I think it’s good for you to dig your heels into some life experience, and he just went into town with Robby, so you can stop looking around for him,” Layla says, thoroughly enjoying this as I walk into the main hall of the clubhouse.

The entire party from last night is cleaned up and everything is back in order. It smells like bacon and eggs. My stomach growls, but I know I have to get the hell out of here. I look around the table at the girls enjoying a leisurely breakfast.

“We did not have sex, I wasn’t lying,” I whisper-yell to her while the other three girls in her crew snicker. I check on my Uber to pull my gaze from theirs.

“But he definitely gave you a life altering orgasm,” Amber states, leaning back in her chair.

I look at her. “Do you guys just share everything? And I am being honest. No sex—none, zip, zero.” I make the zero hand motion and eye Layla’s coffee. It smells so good.

“I didn’t say sex. There’s no way you slept in that man’s bed, because no one sleeps in his bed. I actually don’t even think anyone’s ever been in his room,” Amber says as she looks at the other girls for confirmation.

“That’s how you get your tits ripped off.” Maria snickers

“Exactly… so don’t tell us he didn’t make you come. Hell, there are times just looking at him almost does it for me,” Chantel says with a grin.

I don’t know why but I don’t like her talking about Wolfe like that. I have no claim on him after one orgasm. Okay, one really intense orgasm.

The best I’ve ever had.

My face contorts as I try yet again to understand what it was about him that made me leave every value and moral I’m proud of at his bedroom door.

Maria takes in the look on my face and starts laughing. “Told you.”

“Oh god.” I put my head in my hands. “Never again. Seeing him tonight will be humiliating,” I tell them as I steal a piece of Layla’s bacon and start nibbling nervously.

Layla reaches out and grabs my forearm. “Hey. Snap out of it,” she says, backhanding me in the arm.

I nod like a nervous schoolgirl.

“You aren’t some weak woman who got tricked into anything with Wolfe. If you were attracted to him, that’s okay. If I’m guessing right, and I know I am by the way, you kept looking at him last night too. It was hot, whatever happened—”

“Her really good orgasm she definitely didn’t have.” Amber giggles.

I look at her and half smile in defeat. These girls are just so free and although I’m not used to it, it’s kind of nice not having to feel bad about myself all the time or trying to be ‘better’ because I think someone expects more from me. It’s nice to be me, mistakes and all.

“It was really, really good,” I give, and all four girls laugh hysterically.

“You deserve it. You don’t have to worry about it being weird at all. He isn’t the relationship type, I told you that. He isn’t going to want that from you,” Layla says.

“Hell, you’ll be lucky if he even remembers your name, new girl.” Chantel snickers. It stings me just a little even though I already knew it. But what can I expect when I just gave my body over to him so easily?

“You are coming to my wedding. I see that look on your face. Don’t think you’re getting out of it. I want you there, it’s not a mistake that you’re home now, Brin. Let’s dance, have fun, and maybe you’ll go back to your room alone, maybe you won’t. But this space”—Layla uses her hand in a circular motion to all the girls—“it’s a judgement-free zone. So you hooked up with Wolfe a little? Own it. Go home, take a shower, for God’s sake, clean yourself up, you smell like vodka. I walk down the aisle at sunset,” she says as happily as she takes a bite of toast.

I laugh, feeling oddly better.

Looking at Layla, I realize she’s right. For the first time in my life, the only person I owe an explanation to this morning is me.

“Own it,” I repeat. “Just like that, no big deal?”

“Just like that. You’ve got this,” Layla confirms. “Act like he was lucky to make you come.” She winks, and my mouth falls open as she laughs. “Embrace what you want, Brin. Stop berating yourself.”

“Okay, yes, a mistake like that is fine as long as I learn from it.” I mentally cringe, sounding just like my mother.

“Or don’t learn from it and just be glad you had fun.” Layla grins, shoving eggs into her mouth.

My phone dings and I see that my Uber is here. I smile at them and give Layla a hug, motioning goodbye to the other girls before nabbing a piece of road bacon.

“Hey, Brin, make sure you look hot,” she calls over her shoulder as I make my way to the door. “Make him eat his heart out. You have the pussy. You have the power,” Layla yells way too loudly considering the amount of people milling about.

My cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as I steal out the clubhouse door into the pouring rain and into the back of the Uber. I slink down in the seat as I greet my driver, breathing a sigh of relief as he three-point turns his way out the driveway. The last thing I see before we cross the gate is Wolfe getting out of a gunmetal black Dodge Ram with Robby, who’s holding a tray with a bunch of large sized coffees in it.

Wolfe looks right at me.

It’s obvious I’m fleeing the scene and I want to die a slow death from embarrassment. I lean back in the seat.

He’s definitely a bad decision, maybe the worst one I could make at this time in my life. But something about the way he looks at me has me wanting to make it.

Over and over again.