I woke up to a shimmering headache in a huge bed dressed with white bedsheets. This room looks strange. The interior of my room is not like like this, nor is Ethan's room. I turned around to observe the room when I found a note on the table by the bedside. "I must commend you, you're so sweet in bed. There's an envelope on the table, your payment is inside." What! The note fell from my hand, and I closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened last night, but couldn't remember anything. I noticed I was stark naked when I got down from the bed. I don't know what happened, but did I just sleep with a man in the hotel? I grab the purple gown lying on the floor lazily and slip into it. I ran my hand through my black hair, and my eyes glittered with tears. I searched for my cell phone and found it on the floor with hundreds of missed calls from Ethan and a series of text messages. 'My goodness, how am I going to explain this to Ethan. We were supposed to spend the night together in his pack for his sister's tenth birthday, but I don't know what happened. I ended up in a hotel bed. All I remember yesterday was that I was chilling with Ethan and Lix in the bar when suddenly, Ethan got a call and went to receive it. I don't remember what happened next, so I don't know how I ended up Here, I thought loudly with my thoughts going astray and messy. I rush out of the room and get to the stairs, then I remember I don't have any cash on me to take a taxi back home. I immediately went back into the room and looked for the so-called envelope, the unknown. The man talked about in the note. I search the entire room but find no envelope. Is he crazy? I pulled the drawer out and saw the envelope with wads of cash in it. A dark pic fell out of the envelope. I think this belongs to him. I took the photo from the ground and looked at it. Only the back view of the man can be seen in the photo. It seems like he was bathing or just swam in a pool when he took this pic. His hair is wet, and there's a mark on his back just close to his neck. I took everything and rushed out of the room and got out of the hotel. The staff there stared at me like some weirdo, and I didn't even bother to glance at them because they're the last thing on my mind right now. I'm Ariel, Ariel Coker Woods, but my friends call me Ariel the cooker instead of Coker. I'm a 24-year-old girl and a non-employed independent lady. I don't think I have to be someone's slave before I can earn money and fend for myself. I don't know my background like other kids, but what I know is that I act strangely sometimes. I don't belong to the werewolves, and I don't belong to any supernatural being. People said I exhibited t strange aura, and another one that they're afraid to tell me. Somehow, my mom hates me for no reason, and I don't remember doing something grievous to her when I was growing up. I've heard her yell so many times that I am the reason behind my father's death, and as a child who is growing u, I don't see any reason why I should be the one behind my own father's death. Anyway, let's not talk about my mother, and I don't have much to talk about myself, but as time goes on, you will get to know this girl better. The cacameme to a halt in front of a mansion. I paid the driver and didn't bother to collect my change as I rushed inside to see Ethan. I rush upstairs and within 3 minutes I find myself in Ethan's room. I know He must be mad at me for leaving last night and not responding to his calls and texts. He stood looking outside the window with his back straight to me. His brown hair looks damp, and it seems he has just had a bath. He's a brown Omega wolf, and I have only seen him in his wolf form once, and that was when a white wolf attacked me on our way home on a particular day. That was the day I knew he was a werewolf. I don't know much about werewolves, and he doesn't talk much about his wolf, but I know he has a wolf called Artemi. Right now, I don't know what his expression looks like because he's backing me. He noticed my presence immediately and asked with a husky voice, startling me on my step. "Where are you coming from?"Just five words, and I felt my heart leap out of my chest. I put my hand on my chest and try to breathe calmly. "I'm sorry I..." I was cut short by the venom in his voice and choked on my words. "I saidWheree are you coming from?" He asked, and I was forced to say where I was coming from. "Fro.... the... hotel..." I stammered with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. " Explain this to me," he turned around and threw four photos at me with black and white effects. When I caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were like Scarlet; it seemed like flames were burning inside them. I haven't seen this side of him before. He must be so mad at me. My eyelids pulled out of their sockets when I saw the nude photos of me and a strange man in that same hotel room I just came out of. Wait, how is that even possible? Does it mean someone sets me up with some random stranger? In the first photo, the man was holding me tenderly and intimately in his arms as our lips locked together in an intense kiss, and d closed my eyes tightly in agony at the sight of it. In the second photo, I was riding on the man's donkey and he was squeezing my boobs and I felt irritated at the sight of it. I don't believe any of this. I proceeded to look at the third photo, and behold, the man was banging me on the doggy. He seems to have a huge cock but I can't remember doing any of this and the most irritating thing is that The girl in the photo is no one but me. "I didn't do it, Etha,n" I manage to plead as I rise to my feet in tears. "If you didn't do it, then tell me who that lady on the photos and why haven't you been picking up my calls? " He asked, and his voice thundered through the entire room. There's no doubt the woman in that photo is me. How can I deny that? "I loved you but you left me for someone with a bigger cock. You're a bitch, I hate you! " He yelled with his golden eyes burning with flame as he stormed out of the room. Immediately, I feel my whole world shattering.