DANTE
"You are a stupid, selfish Alpha!"
My wolf, Havoc, growled, dragging me out of my sleep.
I groaned, shoving my fingers through my hair as I clutched my pounding head. I sat up, the duvet sliding down my body and exposing my chest to the cold air in the room.
I scanned the chaos I had made last night—empty vodka bottles littered the floor, a half-smoked cigar rested on the table, and the faint stench of cheap perfume hung in the air, making my nose wrinkle.
"How could you?" Havoc snarled again.
I ignored him, turning to stare at the whore on my bed. My lips curled in disgust. Without hesitation, I gripped her shoulder and shook her awake.
Phoebe? Rachel? Jessica? What the fuck was even her name? I didn't care. She needed to get the hell out of here.
"Alpha Dante," she purred with a lazy smile, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She began to move toward me, and I shot her a glare.
"Get out," I growled, pointing to the door. "You've got one minute."
