TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

find out where his Beta and third in command, had nothing on Devon Montgomery.

Devon was the epitome of all romance novel’s werewolf Alpha males rolled into one. He was undeniably breathtaking. Angels even sang when he walked into the room. Devon was just that damn sexy.

Well, maybe a teeny bit of an over-exaggeration, but you get it - love at first sight and all.

Devon was just perfection personified. From his six-foot-four tall, muscular frame and his piercing ice-blue eyes, that sometimes would reflect a bit of deep violet whenever his emotions were at their fullest. His sexy chiseled jawline adorned the perfect five o’clock shadow and those soft kissable lips that always seemed to have a hint of the devil whenever he would smile at you. Lastly, let's not forget his body, which must have been created by Adonis himself.

Sigh...

He was sheer perfection. Just picture the love child of Alexander Skaarsgard and Liam Hemsworth if you really need something to spark your visual imaginings of Devon, and you’ll get where I’m coming from.

His presence alone commanded attention and adoration from whoever had the pleasure of being within his company, and tonight he was definitely receiving it tenfold with all the stunning Femme Fatales hovering around him and his buddies. The gaggle of wannabe models, donned in barely-there curve-hugging designer dresses which left nothing to the imagination, eyed him like a parched man in the Sahara Desert would ogle a glass of water. They were hungry, and Devon was unquestionably the menu item of choice. Hanging on his every word, giggling, and the occasional flirtatious flip of the hair, these women were enchanted by him. They were hoping that one of them would be the lucky recipient of having the pleasure of Devon’s company for the night in their bed. These women just craved one hint of his mutual attraction tossed their way, but Devon was never one to give his predilection generously. He liked his women eager for the promise of something they would more than likely never get but still begged to receive. He got off on it and roused them all with his sly sexual innuendos that never came with a promise of fulfillment, simply because he could. Devon was a player, but I couldn’t blame him. He had a literal buffet of women throwing themselves at his feet. What red-blooded 25-year old male is going to turn that down?

At least all that changed when he had met me. I never once doubted his fidelity.

Staring at the beautiful creature that had consumed my entire being, I had to look down and remind myself that he wasn’t meant for me.

Be Strong, Sammie. You can do this. I chanted in my head. Devon deserves someone worthy of his kind, someone that fits into his world, and that isn’t you.

Despite the loud music pulsating all around me, I still managed to hear the fits of laughter and smug carnal insinuations being pitched around Devon’s group. Devon would smile and toss of few of his devilish witticisms into the mix of all the lively banter. Even still, I could see clearly that his smile was simply a painted-on façade, and his eyes appeared to be almost … vacant.

I watched how Devon futilely scanned his surroundings, reviewing the sea of inhabitants at this evening’s events.

He seemed really, really bored.

That is, until his gorgeous eyes landed at the bar, particularly where Jay and I stood. Then, just as he did three years ago, Devon appeared to have stopped paying attention to everything around him, and his piercing ice blues looked directly at me.

There was a look in Devon’s eyes that seemed to reveal some semblance of recognition and something else. Sadness? His scrutinizing eyes slowly made their way up and down, admiring my petite frame.

As if my body had a mind of its own while holding his gaze, I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding, placed my unsteady hand over my heart, and smiled at him.

Devon, however, did not return the gesture. Instead, he looked at me almost as if some part of him may have recognized me, deep within the recesses of his mind perhaps, but then gathered that he had probably been mistaken. He then turned away and reverted his attention to the statuesque blond hanging onto his arm. It was evident that she seemed to have caught our brief interaction by the glare she threw my way. She slyly leaned into Devon and whispered something into his ear, then smiled at me like the cat that ate the canary.

 Bitch!

As I stood there watching Devon return her visibly skanky advances with one of his killer smiles, my heart sank.

Ish

OK, so yeah, I was feeling jealous. Do you blame me?

He whispered something into her ear as she placed her hand on his rigid, muscular chest and licked her lips while seductively nodding in agreement. With no sense of hesitation, Devon directed the bimbo towards the club’s exit. He then gave a knowing wink and waved over at his comrades. Michael and Aiden smirked and nodded towards each other with knowing grins. Nothing needed to be said. It was quite obvious. Someone was getting laid. Soon after, Devon departed the building with blond skank in tow.

I felt nauseous and disgusted.

This was so NOT what I wanted. How could I have decided to do something so fucked up?

Argh!

I internally screamed at myself for being such an idiot.

I just did the same damn thing to Devon that I got mad at him for doing to me. What a damn hypocrite I was! I should have tried harder to get through to Devon instead of giving him up.

This was all so fucking … WRONG!

Realizing I just made a massively HUGE mistake based on my own stupid anxieties, my adrenaline suddenly kicked in.

I had to stop Devon and make things right.

Ready to chase after Devon, it occurred to me that I was unexpectedly holding a martini glass filled with what looked to be a Cosmo in my hand.

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