*Louis’s POV*
"Louis, your fucking eyes are closing!" Jake slurred, gripping the dashboard. "Don't get us killed!"
I grinned. "I'd love to listen, but I love dancing in blood. Whoever I run into should check their luck."
I swerved.
*Thud.*
*Screech.*
The car slammed to a halt. We all cracked against the windshield—none of us wearing seatbelts.
*Stupid.*
"What the hell was that for, you idiot!" Jade snapped, rubbing his forehead.
"Guys…" My voice dropped. "I think I hit something."
I shoved the door open and staggered into the night air. The other two scrambled out behind me to examine the body on the asphalt.
"She looks human?" Jake squinted.
*Knock!*
"Yes, because she *is* human," I said, smacking the back of his head.
"That's twice! Trying to give me a concussion?" he whined.
"It'd be an improvement," I grinned.
"Okay, what's the plan?" Jade asked, yawning. "I need sleep."
"Let's call the police," Jake offered.
"You know, if you keep quiet, no one will know you're missing," I rasped, pacing. "Call the police for what? So when they ask what we're doing, we can tell them three drunken idiots hit a pedestrian and want a cell for the weekend?"
I nudged her shoulder with my shoe. Her eyelids fluttered.
"Please… help me… call an ambulance," she rasped, choking on her own breath.
"What do we have here?" I crouched down, wiped the blood from her temple, and dragged it across my white sneaker like canvas paint.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I’d love to help, but I need my beauty sleep."
*Two bloodstains in one day,* I thought, remembering the arrogant Alpha from earlier.
*You could just call an ambulance,* my wolf, Lou, chastised from deep inside.
I ignored him and climbed back into the driver's seat.
"Seatbelts, babies. I don't want to hear any more whining about head trauma. Mama isn't listening."
I threw the car into drive and left her in her pool of blood. Legs snapped. Breathing ragged.
The blood on my shoes was still warm.
I didn't know it yet, but I’d come to regret that choice.
**A Few Hours Earlier**
"Louis, let's go to the club," Jade whined, crashing onto the sofa beside me.
I ignored him, continuing to file my newly sharpened weapons: my nails. I smirked, admiring the edge.
"Not going. Last time I went, the bartender banned me for bringing 'bad luck,'" I sighed dramatically.
"You almost killed two guys for dancing too close and smashed half the bar! I’d ban you too," Jake glared.
"Are you bitter? I thought you didn't have feelings for him," I teased.
"Feelings for *him*? The bartender who can't keep his hands to himself? Pass." His eye twitched.
I sneered playfully. "We’ve been friends too long, Jake. I know when you're lying. You're obsessed."
Jade joined in, cackling as we ganged up on his brother.
"Fine. I'll be on my best behavior," I lied smoothly.
Jake rolled his eyes. "I don't know why I haven't replaced you two yet."
We burst out laughing and headed off to dress.
I walked into my room and surveyed the carnage. Clothes everywhere, laundry overflowing, trash littering the floor. *Guess I'm not cleaning tonight.*
Why bother when I have two live-in Betas with severe OCD ready to scrub the place top to bottom?
I pulled on skin-tight black shorts that made Alphas lose their minds and paired them with a sheer fishnet top that showed just enough cleavage to provoke a fight.
Quick intro: I'm Louis. 20. An Omega who likes dancing in blood. Those two idiots outside are Jade and Jake—my Beta handlers, completely insane.
*Knock! Knock!*
*Bang! Bang!*
"Knock like a human and I might let you in!" I yelled toward the door. "Keep pounding and I'm staying in here all night!"
I dabbed concealer under my eyes, checking my reflection. *Who is this masterpiece? Oh right, me.*
People think Omegas are built to submit. *Please.* I snap Alphas twice my size and leave them crawling. I'm just built different.
"Let's go ruin some lives!"
We hailed a cab and sped toward the new hot spot: *Love Scout.*
The ride was quiet, though my wolf paced restlessly. *Do we really have to go?* Lou grumbled.
*Got a problem with it?* I smirked, prodding him.
*Whatever happens tonight, it's on you,* he huffed.
*Since when do you make the calls? Speak without permission again and I'll lock you in the dark for a month.*
He whimpered and backed down. *Good boy.*
We pulled up to the packed venue and stepped out.
"Let's go!" Jade yelled, bolting ahead.
"Text me when you're done, I'll drag Jade out," Jake said, slipping into the crowd.
*Time to hunt.*
The club was packed with young Alphas. I rolled my hips through the heavy bass, ignoring the turning heads and desperate whistles. A few tried to buy me drinks—I shot them down instantly. Ugly, pathetic cowards. None of them could handle me.
Feeling suffocated, I ducked out the side door for a smoke. But before I could pull out my lighter, a rough hand grabbed my wrist and slammed me hard against the brick wall.
My back arched into the cold stone as the heavy, rancid scent of an aggressive Alpha pinned me in place...
