Chapter 13

2 months Later

Her hands kept clawing at my clothes as we stumbled into my room. Her fingers fiddling with my buttons and her lips licking and s*ucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman’s touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before giving her a shove and making her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I had to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flailed about. Yeah, that was s*xy, not!

Stripping my p*ants off, I climb on the bed and tear her p*anties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn’t care less. I needed to b**n my anger off. Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But I was already regretting bringing this bimbo home as I climbed between her legs, shoving her legs apart. I wanted as little of her touching me as possible, yet her hands pawed over me. Ah, let’s just get this over with. She was mauling every inch of me, wrapping her body around me like a d**n octopus and trying to s**k on my face like a leech.

I stared down at my d**k, cursing it under my breath and willing the b*d to work. This was becoming embarrassing. I was going to be known as the limp d**k Alpha. Why the F*ck was I having this problem? I have never in all my years ever suffered from er*ectile dysfunction. Did I break it? What the F**ck was going on with me lately? I thought maybe I was too drunk the first time, but two months have gone by since, and I still can’t get it up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” The blonde piece I picked up from the club whines at me. I felt like telling her it was her clinging on to me and touching me with her grubby paws. B****y w****s are always all over me, yet I have had no interest in women lately, F**ck please don’t tell me I am going to be mated to a man; it is too late to suddenly switch sides; I mentally curse my broken c**k. They do nothing for me anymore. And her whining was beginning to aggravate me.

“Will you just shut up? Better yet, get the F**ck out !” I tell her, becoming annoyed. I don’t know if I was annoyed at my broken d**k or her whining nasally voice. I should have known better than to hook up with an Omega, such cling-ons, but she has nice te*ts. Too bad her personality was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

“Did you not hear me? Get the F**ck out,” I snap at her. She jumps from my bed, snatching up her clothes and darting out. Her eyes are wide and tear-filled. F**ck her When my bathroom door opens, I flop back down on my bed, and my Beta, Marcus, walks in. “Man, you need to get laid. You have been nothing but a p***k since that redhead was here.”