A Rogue For Four Alphas

Jasmine’s POV

I don’t want to come here but my friend and college coursemate Lisa insisted I would like it and there would be a whole load of hot guys. But I smiled at how , if only she knew that I am just a common rogue and only entitled to one mate whom I am likely never going to meet since everyone looks for a stronger,higher ranking and better mate .

“I promise ,you will love it ! It’s not like those college parties”

“Okay Lisa, it better be good or you will pay for our cab back home “

“Deal!” She said smiling at her reflection in the mirror, obviously satisfied with her look after applying more lipgloss.

Her really short jeans jacket over a tank top with a leather jacket and matching booths makes my ripped jeans and blue Shirt look really basic.

“Here,pout your lips” she said, putting on more lip gloss on me.

It was already dark but the place was bright blazing with so much energy and life. The music was on with full blast while the sexiest looking cars aligned at the far end.

“You brought me to a drag race!” I shouted excitedly and she hugged me back with a wide grin.

“You will enjoy it ! “

“Who showed you this place?”

“The guy I met at the gym brought me after our first date . This will be our second '' she said, grinning and straightening her ponytail.

“Awww!” I said smiling and I looked around at the really cool, luxurious and expensive cars !

“Limited edition!” I whistled at the array of 4 hot cars parked far down the track lanes.

“Oh, those cars belong to the men that run the shit over here “ Lisa said following my eyes and there try are , now it was my turn to follow the direction of her hands.

There stood some mouth watering beast, they are four of them, far yet deadly handsome. I could still see them clearly under the neon lights ,the images of those men behind those wheels did mess with my head.

“You can go say hi you know , don’t just droll too much” I scowled at Lisa laughing.

“Come on!, college will soon be over and it’s your last chance to do something crazy . Besides you need to keep yourself occupied , my date just arrived “ I wasn’t paying attention to Lisa or her date and his really loud roar.

I took two red cups and gulped down the contents from a table without knowing what’s inside as I walk around the track watching the race and how the place roared to life when bets are being made.

How on earth am I knowing about this now?! I tried to enjoy the race but my still kept drifting to the hot men sitting in those billion dollar rides when I made up my mind to do one crazy thing Since it doesn't seem like I will meet my ante anytime soon.

Women have been objectified for years, and it’s only fair that I return the favor whenever I have the chance. Plus, did I mention that these guys are hot and worth the shots?.

The men look very busy in a heated discussion , so when I put my fingers in my mouth and make a loud whistle, I certainly don’t expect one of them to stop what he’s saying and walk over to me with a long powerful stride. I figure they’ll ignore me since they look way out of my league , or at most scowl, or maybe grin, but the guy closest to me, who has the body of an action hero, immediately lays removed his race gloves and strides over.

“What was that?” he asks, as though I said something he didn’t quite catch.

I’m in the rare position of being at a loss for words, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s calling me out, or because his face looks like it was carved from a slab of granite and his deep-set eyes are removing items of my clothing with each step that brings him closer.

“Hi,” I said stupidly , letting my gaze roam over his hard body, from the black t-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders, down to his faded jeans that cling to his powerful thighs. When I die, I want to be reincarnated as those jeans.

“Did you whistle at me or their is trouble with the race?

He asked” There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips as he shove his hands under his hair and wipes at the sweat on his forehead in a move that seems designed to accentuate the bulge of his biceps. His brown hair is buzzed close to his head. I don’t usually go for that look but it suits him. There’s also a shadow of brown stubble on his jaw and chin, and all of it works very, very well.

I release my lip when I realize I’ve been biting it

“Actually, I whistled at you.” I said trying to match his stance ,my confidence coming from the drink I suppose.

His smirk expands to a cocky grin. “Is that right?” And there was something wolffish grin.

Oh my ?! Who are these guys really?!

I nod. This conversation isn’t going anywhere fast, but that’s perfectly fine with me. I could stand here and look at this man all day. Well, I could if I didn’t make time turn when I I made a sound still taking him in.

“You like what you see?” he asks, turning back to look at me with a half smile.

“Surely a man like you shouldn’t be suprised with the way i am reacting now.”Damn this thing in the red cup giving me energy.

“Actually I’m not,” he says with a small laugh. “I like your honesty , what’s your name rogue” He asked and I wasn’t even shocked.

Only Alpha’s could know your rank as a werewolf with a single glance and it's not a full moon yet, so no worries.

“Jasmine.” I tilt my head and gather my ginger long curly hair on one side of my neck, never taking my eyes off of him.

“What’s yours?” I asked, thanking the stars for the bold effect of alcohol.

“Damon”

“Nice to meet you,Damon with the hot car,what about your friends ?” I ask, glancing past him.

Though there’s plenty to admire about Damon and I could look at him the entire night , I can’t help but notice a man with the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, Royce Rolls of my dreams.

There are two other guys facing away from me, and their backsides are also quite enticing. “Are you going to introduce me to them, hopefully I can get an up close look at their luxurious cars and take a close up picture?”

“No.” His lips press together as he gives a brief shake of his head.

“Why not?” I ask, lowering my voice in almost a whisper.

“Are they not friendly? I’m more into their cars”

“No,” he repeats. “They’re great guys, but I’m the only one you need to know. You work here?” He glances toward the attached temporary bar and then down at my chest, where the only logo of the coffee shop I work in is embroidered on my shirt.

Not his fault,definitely didn’t dress like all the hot looking girls around.

I nod, twisting my hair around a finger suddenly shy.

“No, I work at the coffee shop downtown” I said, pointing at the name of our coffee shop on my chest.

But he kept looking at me as if scrutinizing me. If he keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to get off right here in this spit.

“I’ll drop by for some coffee someday then,” he says. His eyes scan the length of my body one more time, lingering on my lips and my covered boobs , before he mocks salutes and returns to his friends and cars leaving me in a frame daze.

“Lisa, who are those guys!” I asked the moment her new man dropped her the next morning.

“Chill babe, I had a long sleepless night “ she said, sighing with a suggestive wink.

“Who are those hot guys?” I asked and she looked at me with a curious look.