Chapter 40: Giving My Body to Hera

Hayley’s POV:

After dinner with George, I returned to my room to attend to some necessary Shadow Pack business. I was halfway through my work when I received a call from my aunt, Ivana.

“Hayz, I’m at Missy’s Hideaway. Got time to come have a drink with me?”

I checked the time, closed my laptop, and agreed. “Sure, I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up, I straightened my outfit, making sure I looked as plain as usual, then grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

When I arrived at Missy’s Hideaway, I searched for Ivana before spotting her, drunk out of her mind, in a dark corner.

“Aunt Ivana!”

Ivana squinted her eyes open, saw me, and immediately pulled me into a hug. “Hayz, you’re here! Come on, have a drink with me.”

“Aunt Ivana, you’re already this drunk. You can’t keep drinking. Let’s go; I’ll take you home.”

But she shook me off, saying, “No! I’m not going home. I want to drink, keep drinking…” She grabbed another bottle and continued drinking. Since I couldn’t stop her, I gave up trying.

I knew Ivana well. She was usually sharp and carefree, but today I sensed something was amiss. So I sat down beside her, picked up a glass of my own, and joined in. “Alright. Aunt Ivana, cheers!”

She laughed. “Cheers!”

One drink after another, we downed several glasses. I was starting to feel a little drunk, but Ivana acted like nothing was wrong. Still holding her glass, she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.

Ivana danced without a care in the world, and for once, I decided to let loose too. After all, nobody here knew who I was.

We danced wildly, drawing cheers and whistles from the crowd. Almost 80% of the men in the place had their eyes on us.

Of course, I knew most of them were mesmerized by Ivana. As for me, just having this face was enough to keep them at a distance.

“Hey, beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” A man pushed past me, trying to chat up Ivana. Normally, she would’ve brushed him off without a second thought.

But today, to my surprise, Ivana smiled and said, “Sure!” She let him pull her off the dance floor, and I tried to follow, but several men blocked my way.

“What do you guys want? Get out of my way!”

“Haha, relax. You’re an Oinega. We’re not interested in doing anything to you. Just don’t get in the way of other people’s fun.”

Their threat angered me, and I could feel Hera, my wolf, growing restless inside me. I barely held back the urge to reveal my Alpha status and let Hera rip them apart. Instead, I shouted, “Move!”

“Well, look at that! Ugly face, but fiery temper. I like it.”

My expression darkened, and I couldn’t help but curse, “F*ck off!”

The men just grinned like thugs, making no effort to step aside. I scoffed, then kicked one of them hard. Within seconds, I had him flat on the ground, beaten.

I was honestly surprised at how weak he was. I didn’t even need to let Hera take over—my combat skills alone were enough to take him down easily.

“You b*tch! I’ll teach you a lesson,” the man snarled as he lunged at me, but I was quick. I sidestepped, then kicked him straight in the groin. The sound of his scream filled the air as he clutched himself, his face turning beet red.

The others saw this and immediately got serious. They shifted into wolves, baring their fangs and snapping their jaws, ready to attack.

I moved to shield Ivana, and just as I was about to let Hera take over—

There was a sudden, sharp cracking sound. A scream echoed through the bar.