Chapter 4 Would You Like to Spend a Wild Night with Me

Liora's POV I shook my head and tugged the glass from Sarah's hand. I tipped it back in one go. The whiskey burned all the way down, and my eyes watered like they always did. "No. I saw them having sex in the hotel room," I said with a mocking smile. "It was disgusting, Sarah. The whole thing was disgusting!" I slid the empty glass toward the bartender for a refill, but Sarah caught it first. She turned my stool again so we were face-to-face. Her brown eyes held mine, and she spoke slowly, like she wanted me to hear each word clearly. "I know it feels like the sky's falling, Liora. But don't punish yourself with booze, okay?" Her tone grew firm as she looked at me seriously. "What are you going to do now?" My hand, halfway to the glass, stilled. The fog in my head shifted, and my thoughts started clicking into place. "What should I do?" I asked. Sarah patted my shoulder, offering comfort in the quiet way only we understood. "I know this is hard, but you've had enough for tonight. I'll take you home. Get some sleep, and then decide what to do next." She pulled me into a hug. "I'll always have your back, okay?" Her comfort soothed me. My lips trembled before the words came out, "I want a divorce. Sarah, I don't see any other way. "Every time I picture Ethan with her, I feel sick. I don't even want to go home. Everything he's touched feels dirty to me." Sarah sighed, helped me off the stool, and pulled out her wallet to cover my tab. "Then, I'm taking you to a hotel." ... Kieran's POV "Kieran, you've got that Alpha energy. Can I feel that power in bed?" The woman in front of me barely wore anything. She swayed her boobs at me and licked her lips. My headache spiked. How many was this now, just this month? I barely lifted my gaze and snapped, "Leave!" Back in my room, I called the hotel manager at once. "Are you serious? Since I moved in, a different woman has knocked on my door almost every night! If one more shows up, I'll shut this hotel down immediately! Do you understand?" I snapped into the phone, ignoring his apologies. Almost every night, a different scantily dressed woman showed up at my door, as if my suite were some kind of brothel. My temples throbbed with anger. I hadn't even hung up before another knock hit the door. "You've got to be kidding me! Why is someone at my door again?" I slammed the phone onto the nightstand and strode over. I yanked the door open. A woman stumbled straight into my arms, knocking me backward to the floor. The scent of alcohol hit first. Another stunt to get my attention? My temples throbbed again, anger burning away what little patience I had left. Then, I caught the soothing scent of silvermoon grass, like a silverflower blooming in the woods. It calmed me in an instant. The agitation smoothed out, and for a heartbeat, it felt like I could hear the forest sing. My wolf, Druan, cut through the haze with a low growl. His voice rumbled in my head. "We've found your fated mate. We need her." I was stunned. I was 30 years old. I had long assumed I would never find my mate, but now, she suddenly showed up at my door. My fated mate was a drunk prostitute? How was that possible? She lay sprawled on my chest, her face buried against me. Her hair was light brown and softly curled. She mumbled something I couldn't catch. I had to focus to make out the words. "I'm drunk," she said. I raised an eyebrow. At least she knew she was drunk. I was about to sit up, but first, I held my breath and placed my hands on her shoulders. She was slender, and I could feel the sharp edges of her shoulder blades through her shirt. "You need to get off me first..." Before I could move her, she flipped her hair back and sat up, right on my abs, shifting in a way that sent heat skittering along my nerves. My body reacted in spite of me. Awkward didn't begin to cover it. "Fuck you! Ethan!" she snapped. Ethan? Which Ethan? Ethan Doyle? My nephew? I went still. The next second, the drunk woman pushed my robe aside and slid her hand down my chest. Her fingertips sparked heat everywhere they touched. Well, she was a bold drunk woman. My patience finally snapped. Even though she was my fated mate, this crossed the line. I wanted to move her off me, but her sob stopped me, and a warm tear slid onto my skin. "Why?" she choked out. "Ethan, you made the worst choice. You have no idea what you've just lost... You have no idea how incredible I am! And now, you'll never have me again!" I was left speechless.