CHAPTER 13: JASON’S HATE

Jason’s POV

"Ahh... slow down... please... it hurts..."

I continued to drown myself in the cries of the whore I was fucking as I bent her in front of me, on the couch of the private room at Caston’s bar.

Caston had arranged our usual private room, the one with the oversized couch that stretched across three walls. It was wide and deep enough for all five of us to use it at once.

Today it was just me and Rafe and he had sent two whores for both of us.

Rafe had already moved to the carpeted floor, fucking his whore with brutal indifference. He didn’t care whether the bitch was even comfortable between him and the floor. He was simply waiting for that one perfect moment, when he would finish and drain every last drop of her blood to appease the hunger gnawing inside him.

As for me, I was here because I want to forget that bitch, who had ruined our lives and has returned to our lives once more.

Eira.

That innocent face of hers, the softness in her voice, the way she smiled at me, her beautiful eyes as if they could touch my soul, the way I fell for her so deeply, I wanted to forget it all.

In the past six years, I had succeeded in forgetting her, but she returned and reminded me of all of it all over again, and I hate it.

Fucking some bitches and venting out might help me forget.

Women are wicked. They lie, they cheat, they betray. They were born to be used, to whore around, to be fucked until they stop breathing. If I could wipe their kind off the face of this world, I would.

I hate them, every single one of them, except for Alice and Jenifer.

They were angels—my family.

Jenifer adopted me when I was five. She was already pregnant with Alice at the time. Her son Lucian was my age, and we bonded quickly. Jenifer always treated me as her own son.

But still, there was that feeling of being an outsider, which vanished entirely when, for the first time, I held newborn Alice in my hands.

"She is our sister," young Lucian’s cheerful voice from the past, still rang in my ears. "Isn’t she so adorable?"

I couldn’t contain my happiness either. "Yes, she is," I said and mumbled to myself, "my little sister."

"She is both of your sister, and you have to always protect her," Jenifer told us, and we both made that silent promise to her.

Since then, Lucian and I were always around Alice, making sure she was fine. When she went to school for the first time, we were by her side. We even secretly warned her classmates to never bully her. If someone did, we wouldn’t let it slid.

We were a happy family of four.

But things changed the day that bitch killed Alice mercilessly. The sister we promised to protect—we had to bury her with our own hands.

Jenifer couldn’t handle the loss of her daughter and died as well.

Once more, I was left an orphan. If not for Lucian and the other three, I would have probably drifted into losing myself.

"Ahh... Alpha... please have mercy..." the bitch cried out loudly, and I realized how harsh I was being. "I... will die... if you continue..."

Not like I care even if she died, but Caston had warned us not to kill anyone, or there wouldn’t be any whores left for us to fuck.

Knowing us, most of them were already scared of us and refused to come serve us. We were allowed to kill someone only when we were in heat, which was a rare occurrence.

Moreover, fucking these whores always felt empty. Because for pureblood, strong Alphas like us, it felt fulfilling only when we could knot. And with these random whores, my body refused to knot even if I wanted to. There were no emotions, no attachment, no bonding, so nothing of that sort could happen.

After that incident six years back, all emotions seemed to have died with it.

Frustrated, I emptied inside her quickly and pushed her aside. "Get lost."

Terrified, she crawled away, limping out of the room without looking back. I collapsed onto the couch, breath still uneven, legs stretched out in front of me as I stared at the ceiling.

Across the room, Rafe was still at it.

Watching Rafe fucking that bitch was more arousing than fucking one myself. Rafe was different from us. We were all pureblood Alphas, while he was half vampire.

His thirst for sex was beyond just physical satisfaction; it was bound with bloodlust, which felt darker and intense.

I watched as he reached his peak, thrusting harder, more violently. Then, without warning, he sank his fangs into her neck and began to drain her dry. Once Rafe gave in to his bloodlust, there was no going back. That girl was meant to die.

Caston allowed it as there was no other option. It was better to sacrificing one whore than having one crazy vampire, ready to go on a killing spree.

Once he was satisfied and had his fill of blood, he pulled back from her lifeless body. He stood upright, his solid chest rising with slow, powerful breaths. His well toned body turned stronger and shone in the dim light, which was fascinating to see. He looked magical, maybe some secret vampire trait.

He turned to look at me, his gaze drifting from my face down to between my legs. Noticing I was still hard, he scoffed with a mocking click of his tongue.

"Tsk. Not satisfied yet?"

"Want to take care of it?" I asked, matching his tone with one just as mocking.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, then let his eyes fall back to my erection. A slow smirk curled on his lips.

"How about I sink a pair of fangs into it? Might satisfy it so well, it never gets up again."