Chapter 3 : Turf Wars

TW: THREATS OF ASSAULT & SEXUAL VIOLENCE; MISCONDUCT

It wasn’t until we were outside of the club the hot flashes started. My entire body felt like it’d been connected to a live wire, shocking me with pleasure every few seconds and dragging strained grunts out of me when I tried to wiggle out of Talon’s grip.

It hadn’t occurred to me to check my drink for drugs, mostly because I’d never had someone be that bold before and bring it directly to me. Typically my magic was good at beating through normal street drugs. They’d make me feel woozy, of course, but nothing like this.

That meant whatever they’d put in my drink was something off the black market. Aphrodia more than likely.

Fucking shifters.

What, they couldn’t find willing girls to go back and gangbang them, so they had to drink me, a random out-of-towner? What kind of pack was this? Clearly, not one with a sound hierarchy or a Luna in place.