Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 29

==Matteo==

I should have known. I should have known that the full moon was just around the corner. It all made sense now-my attraction towards Olivia. I had actually thought I was going crazy, because for the 100th time I was going to state this: she was not my type. Not in anyway. She didn't have the kind of boobs I liked. Those round and succulent ones. The type that were firm and got those mad a*s nipples that pointed at me, willing me to grab them silly. She didn't have those fleshy voluptuous asses. Olivia was none of those. None. I couldn't even grab her boobs effectively. They were too small to hold my interest.

It was May 13th, about 2 days to the full moon. I'd left the mansion to replace a bar in order to cool my head. To get my senses back. F**k. I felt like smashing my head open. To think that I had, not one, but two heated session with Olivia was gut wrenching. Absolutely revolting.

That tasted like bile in my tongue. I shook my head. Enough with those thoughts. I was in the club now. I had to sit back and enjoy my time here. I spotted my usual spot in the club. A purple couch that sat at the far end of the room. Close to the VIP lounge. I took my seat and crossed my legs. Running my hand across my head. I looked around, instantly realising that I hadn't seen a certain someone. The blonde from my last visit here. I didn't usually think much about my one night stands, but this one... Well, I wasn't gonna lie I kinda missed her. Or was it her s*x? Yes, her s*x was good.

Soon, a waitress walked in. But it wasn't the lady I was looking for. This one was a redhead. And wasn't quite it facially. I ran my gaze down the rest of her form and was impressed by what I saw. She got the boobs, not much was going on around her b**t. But her boobs could feed a sea of men.

"Good evening, sir," she said as she chewed a gum.

"Moet et Chandon. A glass," I said. I wasn't intending to getting drunk tonight. Just some time out to relax and get my mind off Olivia.

She nodded and left to get my order.

I reclined to my seat, shutting my eyes close and letting out a sigh. It'd been long I stepped foot into my office. As long as a decade almost, but all of a sudden I wanted to get there. To take my spot as the CEO of my company. I wasn't going to lie, I really needed to stay far away from Olivia. As far away as possible and getting back to my office just seemed like a perfect way to that.

"Here it is, sir."

I opened my eyes to see the waitress bent over to drop the flute. Her buttons were undone down to the third button. It made her boobs poop out almost. My gaze lingered there.

"Would you like anything else?" she asked?

I looked at her, a lot of nasty things going on in my head.

"How much do you charge?"

"Pardon?"

I almost burst out laughing. Pardon? Like this was an office or she was an office executive or something? Silly thing.

I smirked. "How much do you charge for s*x?"

Her lips were pinned for some time before she opened then to speak. "That's against -"

"500," I said. "500 bucks." That was more than she earned. I knew.

She proved me right by widening her eyes. "Uh..."

"Deal?"

She looked around her. "I'm not sure about that. My boyfriend works here too."

"I see." I said, sipping my drink. "Well, that's a shame 'cause I put it to you that he's hitting it off with some girl...or man as I speak to you."

She made to speak, but couldn't bring out words.

"So, deal?" When she didn't say anything, I spoke. "Come on, those boobs are in need of some shaping."

She gasped and frowned her face. I knew I needed to act fast before she created a scene. So, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. Without wasting any second, I plunged my lips into hers. Going aggressive with my kisses. I didn't care that we weren't in some private lounge. I wanted her to be quiet.

It worked. When I pulled from her, she was dazed.

"What do you say now?"

She bit her lip. Funny enough, I wasn't turned on by that. I just wanted to fulfill my fantasies with her boobs. Leading the way, we made it into the VIP, spotted a secluded region and in one swift move, she charged at me.

I slammed her on the wall. And tore her blouse off. She didn't protest. Her boobs dangled, making me go hard. I nipped at them. She moaned as I did that. "F**k," she screamed. "F**k."

Just as I was about to go down on her, someone pulled me off her. I turned sharply, ready to pounce in him. "Jimmy!" the waitress screamed, covering her chest with the torn pieces of blouse. "It's not what yiu think-" She didn't finish off her sentence as Jimmy punched her square in the face.

She screamed, using her hands to block the blow. But it was useless, he hit her repeatedly. I couldn't take it. "Hey, a*****e," I called.

He stopped what he was doing and turned to me. The guy was an ugly person. The perfect definition of ugly. And the frown on his face made matters worse. "What did you just call me.".

"Real men don't stoop low to beat a woman up. They've got much better things to worry about."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the waitress glare at me.

"If you waste all your energy beating her ul, she might pack up. And man, what a waste the boobs would be."

Jimmy's face went deep red. I'd touch a nerve, but I wasn't done get.

"I'm sure you know what a big downer that would be." I concluded.

That said, I left the two love birds to themselves. Damn. The jerk just had to show up when everything was about to get crazier. Getting into the room, I spotted my champagne still sitting in the ottoman. Nah, I wasn't going to touch that. Pushing my hair backward, I pulled the door open and got outside. The air was chilly. The cloud grey. It had been raining for a week now, one of the major reasons I'd left the mansion. The weather was depressing

I plunged my hands into the pockets of my jacket and walked to my car. I'd come alone. For some reason, I wanted to do things myself. I didn't want to rely on servants anymore. I unlocked the car and got in. The engine came to life and I drove out of the club's parking lot.

I dreaded one thing. And that was getting back home, for that meant crossing paths with Olivia. Sending her away was out of the question. Meaning that I'd got to deal with this. Perhaps, I would ignore her. Or better still, put her in her place. Yes. That.

I took a turn to a diversion, just in time for the clouds to open, letting out gallons of rain.

I cussed. Why did it have to happen? I was just some minutes from home...

As if. I cussed again, my wipers working overtime on the windshield. The rain created a thick fog. So much for having a night out.

Then, like a flash of a lightning, something darted across the road. I stopped my car instantly. Staying still to pick any sound. I did. From the left side of the road, something was rustling close. I opened the door, the rain rushing in. I stepped out, leaving the door open and walked some distance behind.

And before I could blink, something pounced on me. I fell hard on the ground, my back brushing hard on the tarred ground. I pilled my eyes open amidst the violent torrent of the rain. It was a... Werewolf.