"Damn it!!" Logan cursed as he checked the time on his five thousand dollars wristwatch; well, he was pretty rich and wouldn’t mind spending that much for something that tells just time.
He looked out of the car window towards the ugly, unholy, one storey building in front of him; it was a brothel, and his best friend had gone in there, while he had to wait for him outside.
The young, handsome, Irish Alpha werewolf was someone who valued his time. He disliked the idea of women selling their body for money, and saw the men who patronized them as useless
But it didn't matter how many times he warned or advised Bartholomew; his American friend; the dude would just always go back there to do his thing. Perhaps he was addicted.
Logan had advised him to get a girlfriend or wife like the humans do, but the dude just didn't want a relationship, he believed it would become toxic sooner or later.
Love was definitely not for him, he preferred to do his thing with no emotions attached. He has already had his fair share of toxic relationships.
The only reason Logan had decided to accompany him here today was because he claimed he had left his charger and ID card with one of the women by mistake, so Logan was persuaded to wait for him outside the gate.
It had been almost thirty minutes since Bartholomew went in there and Logan was starting to get impatient; Well, he was not too good at being patient.
Bart was one of the few humans who knew his real identity as a werewolf, his kind had been forced to stay in the dark to keep the balance of the world.
He had been friends with Bart since first grade and his friend's bad behavior of visiting Brothels which he disliked was not enough reason to push them apart, the young Alpha just had to make a compromise.
Unable to wait anymore, Logan unlocked his seat belts and rolled up the car windows; of course, he was a law abiding citizen like an average human, he never forgets to strap on his seat belt even though there was little chance of him dying in an accident.
He got down from his car; the latest Mercedes Benz and walked towards the Brothel with a look of disgust on his face. It was twenty minutes past eight in the evening and he needed to retire to his mansion. Even the werewolf needs his rest and relaxation after a stressful day at work.
Logan was the first and only son of Donald Smith; the former Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Humans and other creatures now lived together but it didn't stop the werewolves from continuing their ranking system, they just gave up on a few of their cultures but not their identity.
Alpha Logan walked into the gate and was welcomed by the horrible stench of Alcohol, it struck his nose and almost choked him.
He looked around and saw so many dirty drunk men dancing around with half naked women, from the expression on the women's faces, he could tell that a few of them disliked what was happening, they were only putting up with the drunk old fools, probably for the money.
The entire environment was lit with poor illuminating colorful lights; they were not bright but enough to see everywhere and Everyone. The building was painted yellow, with pornographic images on the walls
Logan looked up to the balcony on the other side of the building and noticed the lights were brighter there. The building was in the shape of an L if viewed from above. The ladies up there were more classy; perhaps that area was for VIPS
That must be where he would find Bart, but how does he get up there? He had just climbed the threshold into a long cement floored passage.
"Hey handsome, looking for a nice cunt to spend the night in, well search no more because you just found one," a lady suddenly uttered and clung her arms on his neck.
"Hey, get lost!" He scolded and pushed her away in anger, he felt irritated by her touch. He didn’t even see her coming
"Hey!! That is rude!!" The lady whined as he walked past her. She muttered a few more silent curses to which he paid no attention
"Damn it Bart, the things you make me do," Logan cursed silently. He brought out his phone and dialed Bartholomew's number one more time, it rang but there was no response. He looked back and noticed the lady was still staring at him while puffing cigarette smoke in the air.
If this human called Bart wasn't his very best friend, then he would have ripped his head out of his body the moment he found him.
Logan reached the end of the passage and met two doors, one had stairs that led up while the other led into a hallway with doors on each side. He believed that these rooms belonged to the prostitutes, but where could he find his best friend.
He was still confused on which way to take when something strange suddenly happened, something he had not expected to ever happen.