Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 40: Old friend.

*~Unknown~*

Finally, I was back in New Orleans.

After all these years of staying away, I had secretly hoped the city would ignore me as I stepped over its border but no, the familiarity gaped at me like a leech. It had changed, yes, but the buildings were the same. Upgraded buildings, brighter lights, but the old magic still pulsed under the surface.

I stepped into a nearby bar, lifting my chin slightly, the brim of my hat shading my eyes, my arm curled under the weight of my long, heavy gown. As I entered, silence swept the room. All eyes turned to me—mostly male. Mostly wolves.

They stared until I took a seat at the bar. The bartender came out, wiping his hands on a towel, and his scent hit me instantly wolf. Another one.

"Hey, beautiful. What do you need?" he asked, eyes flicking over me with that familiar predatory flirtation.

"Just a drink, please," I said plainly, scanning the bar again. No witches. Strange.

Back in my day, New Orleans was alive with both wolves and witches, like blood and bone. Now? Only wolves.

A sudden shriek sliced through the air beside me.

I turned. A woman stood trembling, a knife clutched in her hand. Four male wolves faced her. One of them growled, "Don’t you know witches are no longer allowed here?"

Another barked, "Alpha Cayden told us—if we see a witch, we kill."

"You and your coven rejected his offer to be tamed," the third one spat.

"Please... don’t kill me. I have a daughter," the woman begged, voice shaking as much as her blade.

They laughed at her. "Aren’t you supposed to cast a spell? Make us fall over?" one mocked.

"I could try, but I can’t take on all of you," she said weakly. "You’re wolves. I’d only make it worse."

She sobbed. "Please... I swear, I’ll leave. Just let me live. My daughter needs me."

"Oh, she laughed about leaving before coming here," one snarled, and then—it happened.

One grabbed her throat.

Another sank his teeth into her neck.

They drained her, laughing while the light vanished from her eyes.

I watched, emotionless. Cold.

And then I turned to the bartender. "Did you mix my drink?"

"Uh, yeah. Want it with a little bourbon?"

"Sure," I said. "I’m a little thirsty."

He looked at me again, this time more suspicious than flirtatious. "Huh. I thought you were a witch, you know. But seeing you watch that and not even flinch... You must be a wolf."

"Are you here to serve drinks or interrogate me?" I asked coolly.

He raised his hands, smirking, and went to grab my drink.

I stood and walked toward the wolves still cackling over the witch’s body. My fingers trailed across the bar as I approached, hips swaying slightly. I adjusted my gown, pushing my breasts up more prominently. Eyes snapped to me.

One approach. "Hey, gorgeous," he purred, taking my hand and kissing my fingers. "You look beautiful."

Somewhere to stay the night. Can

wanna stay in my room?" he chuckled. "Sure. Though I share with my

heads

with all of them and started walking. They followed behind like dogs. The bartender called out behind

want to follow or serve drinks?" I asked without

yanked off his apron, and

Perfect.

and I made sure to jam them all into one room. Once inside, I locked the door behind us. The bartender immediately dropped

No boxers. Typical.

"Versa," I muttered.

All of them turned—obedient.

one gasped. "You’re

what more I am,"

Their eyes widened.

"No... no way..."

I said softly, "Don’t talk while

out, half of my face shifting—fangs,

first to the bastard who bit the witch. I drank all his blood,

Then the bartender.

Then the others.

finished, I pulled out my

need to be reminded of their

put my hat back on. My thirst was

stop—Gilbert’s home. The beginning

across the cobbled streets. When I

looked

many memories. So much

car parked

The door opened.

Marcus.

echoed in my soul. He didn’t seem to recognize me. His eyes turned—not

she whined. "None of them wants me anymore. Can you believe Cayden

said gently. "A lot is

never shouted at me before! He told me to leave!"

Then she stepped out.

His wife.

twisted.

as the life

Scrrrr

back of the car, invisible to them. Only I could read

"It’s time, old friend."

"Versa," I whispered.

a hidden code for the

Without delay, I went.

reached a cave. A cloak was laid outside for me, but I stepped on it and

surrounding them, and also placed on

as I approached the center. I could feel their curiosity—wondering if

I reached the middle.

Pulled off my hat.

Some gasped, some shivered.

forward,

Lilith.

"I thought you