Theo's P.O.V
"It hurts…"
I couldn't move. My waist, and honestly, my whole damn body, felt completely numb. I couldn't even lift a single finger. What the hell happened to me?
This room it's definitely not the one I booked for my heat. It's way too fancy, huge and downright gorgeous. Not the worst place to ride out an in-heat episode, sure, but damn, the bill for this? I don't even wanna know.
Groaning, I struggled to sit up on the bed, sheets tangled and twisted like I'd fought a war in my sleep.
I sighed, glancing around the wrecked room. God, who the hell did I spend my heat with this time?
I could've sworn I came here to meet Kyle. We were supposed to be in the same room, his room. But now? Look at me. My body's numb, my chest's covered in bite marks and hickeys, my nipples are swollen and raw... it's a mess.
"Shit! Please don't let it be someone I actually know," I muttered, trying to move my legs.
Damn it! My legs were dead weight. Every inch of me ached, all the way down to my hips. I felt like dying would've been less painful than this. This whole heat episode had been a nightmare, and worse, totally unpredictable.
Who the hell even could do something this intense to me? If I ever find them, I swear, I'm never letting them near me again. Ever.
This wasn't just wild, it was a straight-up disaster. That guy used me. Took full advantage while I was helpless under the spell of my heat cycle.
Clinging to the wall and grabbing anything within reach for support, I half-crawled to the bathroom. The moment I got there, I slumped onto the cold floor, turned on the shower, and just let the water pour down on me, washing away the mess from last night.
The warm spray helped a little. My muscles slowly began to relax, and I could finally feel my body again, the pain dulling bit by bit.
As the water hit me, my thoughts drifted. I remembered coming here to meet Kyle, just like every time my heat came on too strong, too suddenly. It had hit me fast this time, out of nowhere. I hadn't eaten anything weird or drank anything sketchy… I was just going about my day, swamped with work.
Then boom! I was burning up and desperate.
That guy, he felt so damn familiar to me.
My memory snapped back to that morning at the coffee shop, some guy who kept staring at me. I didn't think much of it then, but now, it all makes sense. After that, everything spiraled. My meeting with a client flopped, and my body wouldn't quit, it was like I was stuck in a constant state of heat.
Sounds insane, I know. But that's exactly how it felt. After meeting in the park, the heat just wouldn't let up. That's when I called Kyle and asked him to meet me here, at our usual place, to help me get through it.
So why the hell am I in this room now? Where's Kyle?
I wiped the water from my face, shut off the shower, and walked out, still dripping wet, not even bothering with a bathrobe. I scanned the room again. Still a wreck. I hoped, prayed, there'd be some sign of the person I'd been with but nothing. Not even a trace of pheromones. Like whoever it was made damn sure to cover their tracks.
"He planned all of this," I whispered. "There's no way I'm gonna find out who he is just by asking around."
Let's be real, what kind of guy sticks around after a one-night stand like that? Exactly. None. And now I'm stuck, obsessing over something I can't even piece together. No answers. No closure.
I gathered my clothes from the floor. At least there weren't any gross stains or anything. Still, the lingering scent of my own pheromones was overwhelming.
"Guess I better call a cab," I muttered, pulling my clothes on and trying not to wince with every movement.
Once I made sure I hadn't left anything behind, I dragged myself to the main lobby. Every step was a struggle, but I made it. And there, waiting like it was no big deal, was Darcy, the owner of this whole night club.
She smiled as I stepped out of the elevator. Looked polite enough, but then she did something weird, handed me a business card while shaking my hand.
"Are you okay? How's your body feel?" she asked, rapid-fire.
"I—I think I'm alright…" I replied, not even sure if I was lying or not.
"Good. You look alright. But I wouldn't count on him answering your calls, just so you know. Still, no harm in trying," she said, cryptically.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't ask me. I was just told to make sure you're okay. He said he'd take care of the rest."
"What?!"
"Sorry, I've gotta run. Come back later if you want to talk, Theo."
"No—wait, who was—"
"Oh! One last thing—don't throw out that card. He said if things get worse, or if you guys don't cross paths again, just call the number."
Before I could say another word, Darcy was gone, off with her bodyguard to greet another guest.
Confused and annoyed, I glanced at the business card in my hand. No name. Just a logo, an intricate design of a wolf's head, a dagger wrapped in a snake, and a single rose, all woven together into one dark, beautiful image on black paper.
A pack crest?
My curiosity flared, but I had no one to ask. So I left.
On the ride home, I kept staring at the card. Then it hit me, I hadn't paid a damn thing for the room. I grabbed my phone and called the front desk.
To my absolute shock, they told me everything was already paid. All of it. By him. For five full days.
Five days? No way. That couldn't be right. Did that mean I'd been doing that for five days straight?
I checked my phone calendar, heart pounding, and yep. Five days had passed since I came to the club with Kyle.
This is insane. I've never been in heat that long. Ever. One day, maybe two. Two and a half tops. Never five.
What the hell triggered this?
Panic bubbled up in my chest. I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing, and something in me felt like it was spinning out of control.
Who the hell was that guy?And why can't I remember a damn thing about him?