Valerie’s POV
They said he moaned for her for a few days, and that was it.
He returned to his usual carefree attitude, partying and clubbing as if she never existed.
He made it seem like she never meant anything to him, he even had a huge fight with his beloved, over possessive sister during that period.
But that never stopped him from living his life, he didn’t let her death or his fight with his sister to affect him.
That is why he is hated by a few girls in this club.
I said a few girls, not all of them.
He is despised by only those that knew how much Lauren had loved him.
They said it is his fault that she is dead, and they swore to make him pay for what he did to her.
Janelle is the leader of the hatters association, she would kill him if she had the chance.
Now, I don’t know if they are just assuming that he knows something about her death because he was the last person to be seen with her.
Sometimes it feels like she knows something that the rest of us don’t know.
But the fact remains that she hates the Armstrongs, and she doesn’t even try to hide her hatred for them.
The other group does not hate him or even blame him.
These are the slutty whores that keep drooling after him.
They don’t mind if the rumors are true, they don’t even care to find out if he is a cold-blooded murderer like the rumors suggested.
All they want is a piece of him, they would give anything to have him between their legs, banging them hard.
Too bad his snobby, over-possessive sister, Cameron, won’t let him fulfill their dreams of getting fucked by her brother.
When I first started working here, I refused to take any sides because I wasn’t here when it all happened, and I have no idea who is lying or who is telling the truth.
Besides, I haven’t had an encounter with the proud Luna-to-be, do I refuses to judge her by what other people were saying.
I would have continued being neutral on the matter, I would never have sided with Janelle and her group if Cameron didn’t slap me and emptied a glass of red wine on my white lace numbers.
That day she had walked into the bar with her brother, and she headed straight to their private booth, while her brother walked over to the bar to order for their drinks.
I noticed that he is sporting a hard dick, but that was none of my business, so I ignored him and focused on my job.
I could see a few of the girls around here drooling and salivating as he walked past them,
Yuck!
So disgusting!
I nearly gagged as I watched them being so stupid.
As usual, I was shuffling duties that night, I was assigned to attend to their order, so I waited for the barkeeper to place their orders on my tray.
I was a bit surprised to see that he had ordered two mugs of smoothies and two bottles of Hennessey.
The combination seems weird, so I had to confirm with the bartender to be sure that the items he placed on my tray belonged to Armstrong’s.
I’ve heard about them and I wanted to make sure I don’t experience any of their crazy attitudes.
That is why I double-checked their orders to be certain that I wasn’t making a mistake.
I tapped the door softly, but I got no response from inside, so I pushed it open and stepped inside.
You would never imagine what my eyes saw in that private booth.
I nearly dropped the tray in my hand out of shock…
I found Shane Armstrong, sitting on the couch with his pants down, while his sister straddled his hips, with his cock buried within her as she screwed him. New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
The only word that came to my mind was,
Incest!
How can two siblings be screwing each other?
That is so wrong!
I may not know much about werewolf rules, but I know that this is unacceptable in the eyes of humans and the supernatural alike.
Besides, it is said that she is betrothed to the Alpha, how can she downgrade herself to such an abominable act, it is just so disgusting.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, can’t you knock?” she screamed at me in annoyance, and she stood up quickly and came forward to shit the door so no other person can witness this.
“I knocked on the door ma’am but there was no response.
It’s obvious you were too busy to hear me knock.” I let out sarcastically, earning a hard glare from Shane and a resounding slap from Cameron.
“One word about this to anyone else and I’ll make sure they never find your body!” she threatened fiercely.
I do not want to be scared, but I am very scared of this lady.
She looks and sounds so scary.
I never want to cross her or get on her bad side.
I would have slapped her back or at least questioned her for hitting me, but when I recalled the description I got from the girls on how Lauren was mutilated, I couldn’t help but feel a cold icy wind on my skin that made me shiver in fear.
“I don’t want any trouble…
I was only doing my job,” I let out defensively, more like pleadingly.