Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna

VALENCIA’S POV

I closed my eyes and danced to the beats of the songs, letting my body flow to the music and its tune.

I was well aware of what happened last time I was here and how I almost got into a fight with humans, and even though I was dressed decently, I limited my actions, ensuring I was around my group of friends only.

Though I wasn’t afraid of getting into a fight this time either because those jerks deserved every blow I landed on their face, I was definitely wary of hurting these humans and breaking some bones that would give people like Dylan and Maverick something more to hold against me.

I know I said I wasn’t the party kind of person, but I needed this to eliminate the feeling that someone was watching me.

And if I needed to stay with my friends because I was sure no one would dare to do anything when I was with them, I needed to dance, too.

I even contemplated calling Dylan to pick me up for a second because I didn’t want to ride back alone. It was just a moment; the feeling was strong, but it disappeared immediately when I remembered how I had always fought my battles alone.

After what felt like an eternity but consisted of three songs, Aiden tapped my shoulders, and we moved to the bartender to get some drinks.

I wasn’t a light drinker. These alcohol and drinks don’t really affect us werewolves much since we have high tolerance and metabolism, not to mention it would take a lot of alcohol to make us drunk.

"How much?" I asked the bartender for the beer bottle while the others were taking shots and other alcoholic stuff.

I chuckled at Tracy, who was already acting all wobbly just from dancing.