Chapter 37 – The House Party from Hell**
The mansion was alive with **bass-heavy music, alcohol flowing like water, and werewolves giving into their wildest instincts.** This wasn’t just a party—it was a full-blown, uninhibited **wolf gathering**, where dominance, attraction, and raw lust clashed under the neon lights.
Raine stood at the bar, her fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey as she watched the chaos unfold. Xavier’s house was packed, filled with alphas, betas, and omegas eager for a night of pure indulgence.
She should have known a party hosted by Xavier Draven would be a **goddamn mess**.
Ivy leaned against the counter beside her, downing a shot. “You’re too sober for this.”
Raine arched a brow. “Someone has to be.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “Not tonight. Drink up.”
Raine hesitated—only for a moment—before **tipping the glass back, the burn of whiskey rushing down her throat.**
The room spun, the edges of reality softening as she **gave in to the haze of alcohol**. She wasn’t the weak girl from before. Tonight, she could let loose. **Just once.**
Then—
A loud cheer erupted from the center of the room.
Raine turned—**and her stomach dropped.**
Xavier was **on the couch, a half-naked blonde straddling his lap.**
Her hands roamed his chest, nails scraping his skin as she leaned in, whispering something into his ear. **Xavier smirked** but didn’t push her away.
A cold, ugly feeling coiled in Raine’s chest.
Ivy snorted. “He’s doing that on purpose.”
Raine scoffed. “I don’t care.”
Liar.
Before she could tear her gaze away, another presence **moved into her space**—tall, broad, radiating heat.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”
She turned and met **Ronan’s piercing green eyes.**
Ronan was **new in town, a dangerous kind of attractive**, and by the way he looked at her, he wasn’t here to play nice.
Raine smirked. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right kind of fun.”
His grin was sharp. “Then let’s make this interesting.”
Before she could react, the crowd roared—
“**TRUTH OR DARE!**”
The night was about to get **very, very messy.**
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\### **The Game Begins**
The group gathered in the massive living room, a mix of **drunken wolves and dangerous egos.** The bottle spun, dares getting bolder, filthier with each turn.
Then—
It landed on Raine.
“Truth or dare?” Ivy grinned, eyes **wicked**.
Raine, **fueled by whiskey and reckless energy,** smirked.
“Dare.”
The blonde on Xavier’s lap smirked. “Kiss Xavier.”
The room **erupted into howls**.
Raine **stilled.**
Her eyes flicked to Xavier—**golden, unreadable, waiting.**
The blonde ran her fingers down his chest, taunting. “That is, if you can handle it.”
Oh, **fuck that.**
Raine wasn’t the girl she used to be.
She pushed off the couch, **crossed the room in a few strides**—
And before anyone could react, she grabbed the blonde and **shoved her off Xavier’s lap.**
Gasps.
Then silence.
Then—
Raine **crashed her lips onto Xavier’s.**
The moment their mouths met, the room **disappeared**.
Xavier didn’t hesitate.
His hands **gripped her waist, dragging her onto his lap** as he **devoured her.** His mouth was **fire, whiskey, and sin**, his tongue **dominant, demanding**, sending a shockwave of heat straight through her.
The kiss was **rough, desperate, a war for control.**
She tasted his growl—felt his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her closer—
And for one, dizzying moment, she **wanted to lose herself completely.**
Then she pulled away.
The room was **dead silent.**
Then—
**Cheers. Howls. Chaos.**
Ivy screamed in delight.
Xavier’s lips curled into a smirk, golden eyes **burning into her.**
The blonde looked **murderous**.
Raine **just smiled** and walked away.
But the game wasn’t over.
The bottle spun again.
And this time—
It landed on Xavier.
The blonde, still bitter, grinned. “Dare.”
Her next words were **a declaration of war.**
“Fuck me.”
Silence.
Xavier’s jaw tightened.
His gaze flicked to Raine.
A silent question.
A silent answer.
Then—
**He stood.**
Grabbed the blonde’s wrist.
And **led her upstairs.**
Raine felt something inside her **snap.**
Ivy stiffened beside her. “Shit.”
Ronan leaned in, voice **low, dangerous**. “That bother you, sweetheart?”
Raine swallowed hard. “No.”
Liar.
Then—
**From upstairs—**
Loud, unmistakable **moans.**
The sound of **Xavier fucking someone else.**
The room **fell into silence.**
Someone coughed.
Someone laughed awkwardly.
Raine forced a **smirk**, pretending she wasn’t **fucking unraveling.**
She turned to Ronan, tilting her head. “Truth or dare?”
His smirk was slow, **hungry.** “Dare.”
Raine leaned closer, letting the whiskey guide her.
“Take me upstairs.”
Ivy’s eyes **widened.**
Reed **tensed.**
But Raine didn’t look back.
Because if Xavier wanted to play games—
**She could play, too.**
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\### **Chaos Ensues**
The night only got **worse, wilder, more unhinged.**
Xavier came back downstairs, **shirtless, his hair a mess, the blonde clinging to his arm.**
Raine didn’t acknowledge him.
She was **too busy with Ronan, whiskey, and reckless decisions.**
Ivy was **drunk off her ass**, challenging Reed to strip poker.
Someone was **hooking up in the kitchen.**
The house **reeked of alcohol, sex, and tension.**
Xavier’s eyes never left Raine.
Raine **pretended not to notice.**
Because tonight—
They were going to burn.
Both of them.
**And in the morning—**
**No one would forget it.**
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