Orion's pov
Being the leader of a biker gang in New York can be pretty much. I wasn't just any gang leader, we ruled the werewolf underworld. The leaders of our pack had tried to put a stop to our activities but they couldn't.
Things had changed though, especially since I came into power. Not everyone approed but who gives a fuck about what they fucking think.
I have had my eyes on this girl for some months now and it was satisfying to find out that her last relationship with the dickhead she called a man had ended.
I wanted her and I was going to do anything to get her but I wasn't going to let her know that or anyone else.
If people knew she was someone who I cared for, she wouldn't be safe and bringing her into any form of danger is not something that sits right with me.
I sat in the broken hill, a little club where the gang gathered. It was cool Friday afternoon, the guys played different games or should I say gamble. Others were boxing and they were girls littered around, looking desperate for attention from any of them.
The SGBC was the most sought after gang by many young wolves but it wasn't easy to get in and I made sure of that….not everyone can be trusted.
As I sat on my special chair which resembled a throne, my right hand man, Justin, walked up to me.
"We have a problem."
I puffed out the smoke from the cigar from my mouth, while a little smirk appeared on my face. I loved that word.
PROBLEM.
"speak…"
He looked around and people were already listening, Justin seemed uncomfortable, "I rather you hear this in private."
I looked at him for a while. His handsome face, which had a scar on his left eyebrow, made him look like Scar from the lion king. Justin and I had been friends for years and I trusted him with my life.
I quietly stood up and we both walked to a corner of the room.
"Okay, now what do you have to say?" I asked
"There is a girl outside and she is looking for you." He dropped the bomb and I was left looking at him like he had gone mad. No one dared to seek out the king except you have been summoned.
"A girl? Is that the problem? Just get rid of her." I said about taking my leave.
"she said that she was the girl who you met at the club." Justin's words made me stop dead on my track.
I paused…time ticked by.
"Is it her?" I asked myself with no obvious answer in sight.
"Justin, I get women everyday, not every hoe is special no matter how good the pussy tastes."
The statement made Justin chuckle.
"Ya, but I think you should come see what she had to say because no matter the amount of threat we threw at her, she wouldn't budge." Justin tried persuading me.
I paused, so I didn't look like I was curious or desperate for a girl. I lifted my cigar into my mouth, puffing out the smoke, while Justin waited for my answer.
"Why the hell do you want me to actually listen to her?"
He shrugged, "I don't know, maybe I had an instinct that she is carrying your pup."
"Dude.."
He burst out laughing and the whole room turned to look at us and when they realized that it was nothing too serious, they continued what they were doing.
"She will be in your private room, in the next minute. Maybe she hasn't had enough of your dick.." he said as he turned to walk away.
I smirked….i dont think River is that kind of girl.
I guess it is time to make her that girl.
I want her to feel my dick buried eight inches deep inside her as she screams my name but first lets see why the little mouse is entering the den of a lion.
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I made my way upstairs with slow, heavy steps, letting the weight of my boots echo against the worn-out wood beneath me. The walls were filled with framed photos of our victories; the battles won, traitors dealt with, territories claimed. This place was my kingdom, and I was its ruthless king. No one came here uninvited, not unless they had a death wish or something damn important to say.
When I reached the door to my private room, I paused. My hand hovered just above the doorknob as I rolled the last bit of my cigar between my fingers and flicked the ash onto the floor.
A faint scent reached me through the door—floral, soft, but familiar.
River.
I opened the door slowly.
There she was.
She stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes scanning the chaos below. She wasn't trembling, she wasn't fidgeting, she didn't even look surprised to see me. No, the girl looked like she belonged here. Like she'd walked right into the pit of hell and didn't give a damn about the fire licking at her heels.
"Didn't expect to see you again, little mouse," I said, my voice deep, lazy, laced with something darker.
She turned to face me, her jaw tight, eyes sharp like twin daggers. "Don't call me that."
I chuckled and leaned against the wall. "You came to me, remember? That means you play by my rules."
"I came because I don't have a choice," she snapped.
My eyes narrowed slightly. "No one walks into my world without a reason. So spit it out."
She hesitated for a second, then squared her shoulders. "You left me with something."
I tilted my head. "If it's a broken heart, sweetheart, I'm not responsible for damaged goods."
"No, ewwww.. no one in their right sense would date you." She spit out and I was kind of taken back. She had grown some balls and it was beautiful to see.
I walked to the chair which was facing opposite her, "so what do you want, sweet cheeks."
Her brow furrowed, "you…"