Aláine's Point of View
We arrived at the club and there was already quite a queue waiting outside. Lots of young girls in skirts even shorter than mine. I could hear the music from inside. It was typical dance music, and I had to admit that I liked dancing.
Zara waved out to the bouncer at the door when we got there, and we were let in—no having to wait in line with her.
"Is there anyone you don't know?" I asked.
Zara just laughed and continued to lead me into the nightclub.
As we got into the central part of the club, I looked around and immediately, an incredibly handsome man drew my eyes. He looked slightly older than me and tall with dark curly hair. I couldn't help but stare. My heart was beating so fast just from looking at him.
I was surprised by my reaction, as I was usually too busy studying or working to worry about men. He turned around as if he knew I was looking at him and we both stared at each other.
The music seemed to be turned down, and it felt like it had been hours that we'd stood there just staring. Did I say he was incredibly handsome?
My heart was beating incredibly fast now. I wanted to walk up to him and run my hands through his hair. I felt my core heat in arousal. Dear God, he turned me on just by looking at me. Any more of this and my pants were going to be dripping wet. He smiled at me as if he knew what I was thinking.
I could feel myself blushing, that I had to break eye contact. I was such a mess of emotions, and I couldn't really explain why I felt this way. This was not me.
Then I saw the familiar face of my cousin Tyra. I was so floored to see her, as I hadn't seen my cousin for a long time. Tyra looked my way, and the look on her face upset me. She was obviously unhappy to see me, and I didn't know why.
"What are you doing here?" Tyra said almost spitefully.
"Nice to see you too, Tyra," I replied sarcastically. "It's not my usual scene, but you know Zara."
"This isn't the place for you," she continued.
"What? Why are you such an arse?" I asked.
Tyra was being an arse and God knows what I had done to her. I loved her and still do. I was pissed at her though.
The woman sitting next to her turned in her seat to face me.
"Play nicely with your little friend. Rather pretty, isn't she?"
"Meet my mate, Cassandra," Tyra said. "Cassandra, this is my cousin Aláine."
The woman smiled at me and then turned away to wave at some guy. I was surprised she used the term 'mate', as it is apparent they were more than just "mates". However, Tyra was acting secretively and being a jerk. Obviously, this was the new Tyra.
I wondered if my earlier thoughts of Tyra had been some sort of a premonition (if those sorts of things existed at all). However, it brought back all the sad memories of the last year. We used to hang out quite a lot when Zara, Tyra and I went to university.
For some reason, she had dropped out and never returned my calls. I was devastated about it as we had been close. I hadn't gotten over the loss, and I thought I probably never would. I had known Tyra was still around because Zara had seen her, but she hadn't contacted me.
"Is she the reason you don't return calls or hang out with family anymore?" I asked accusingly.
"What are you doing here?" Tyra continued, ignoring my question, "This isn't the place for you."
"So you said. You still haven't answered my question." I said. "You are family, and we were close like sisters. What happened?"
Tyra looked at me with no emotion and said, "I have a new family now."
Change that to acting like a bitch. I couldn't believe that Tyra had said that. My heart was beating extraordinarily hard and fast, and I felt like I was struggling to breathe. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
I needed to leave, to get out of there before I lost it. I wanted to show some dignity, and I didn't want Tyra, or anyone else for that matter, to see me cry. In my grief, I was totally unaware that Tyra had turned pale suddenly and was looking somewhat stunned. I also didn't see Tyra reaching over to get Cassandra's attention and pointing at someone behind me.
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Kristof's Point of View I noticed her the moment she entered the club. The subtle scent of blossoms was remarkably different from the rest of the room. The fragrance was driving me wild and overpowered all other smells in the room. She was stunningly beautiful in an elegant way but seemed out of place here. I caught her staring at me. I wondered if she felt as drawn to me as I was to her. I smiled seductively at her, and she blushed and looked away. It seemed so innocent. I could certainly hope. "My mate!" I growled softly to Noah, "and human." Noah looked in the same direction as I was looking. "Surely not the dark-skinned one in the red dress?" he said. "I hope not because we have hooked up a couple of times." That could be awkward since I was his Alpha, but I assured him I meant the strawberry blonde in the black dress next to her. "Not her." "Her friend?" Noah confirmed. "Well, that is fortuitous." I started to go up to claim my mate, even though I knew she was human. I wa
Noah's Point of View When Kristof and I arrived at the nightclub, we immediately found Lucas, the unmated Alpha of the Midnight Pack. His pack were situated in the city and ran the nightclub, among other businesses. I had heard that he was pretty hands-on with the nightclub. "Welcome, Alpha Kristof, Beta Noah," said Lucas bowing. "Are you here for personal, pack or kingdom business?" "Personal, Alpha Lucas," Kristof replied. "I was directed to your city to find my mate." "May you find our next Queen soon and easily," he replied. "Enjoy your time in my club." With that, he went off to attend to business. As usual, we were surrounded by many unmated female wolves hoping to attract an Alpha or Beta. There were even some human females staring at us with desire. Neither Kristof nor myself were interested unless they were destined to be our true mates. I had already found mine, but she was human, and I wasn't entirely sure whether it would be an issue or not. It was one thing for m
Aláine's Point of View Fuck! Right this moment, my world was on shaky ground. It was all too much and I wanted to get out of the nightclub, and not necessarily with anyone else. I was determined not to be weak. I was not a crier. Not now or ever, and I would stick to that come hell or high water. "Damn! I am losing it," I sternly told myself. "Come on, damn it! Focus and get control!" Apart from being upset by Tyra's comments and confused by this man, I didn't like the feeling of not being in control. I also didn't like the oversexed, gorgeous hunk of a male who smelt like grass after the rain, whose light touch on my waist was sending a frisson down my body. Oh, who was I kidding? I needed to amend that thought. I just hated the feeling of not being in control. That oversexed, gorgeous hunk of a male who smelt like grass after the rain is exactly what I liked and really, really wanted. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you explain yourself," I threatened, trying to sound br
Aláine's Point of View I wished he wasn't so close to me; it was truly hard to focus. When he brought his face close to mine, I could feel his breath lightly on my face. I must have been blushing by now. I certainly felt like my face was as red as a beetroot. Shaking my head, I said, "That's no indication. Every woman in the club is probably attracted to you. You are a walking candy store of attraction." It was Kristof's turn to chuckle now, which was unnerving because he was so damn sexy. I ought to make a mental note that he certainly was a walking candy store, and I had a sugar craving. Again, I tried to shake my head to try and dispel the effect he was having on me. It wasn't working very well. Taking a deep breath and with a slightly audible quiver in my voice, I said to Kristof, "I am not going with you tonight. I have a life. Well... I have a part-time job and a pet, and that's my life. If you want me, take me on a date. We need to get to know each other first." Kristof
Cassandra's Point of View Tyra and I went clubbing as usual. This was our little nightclub where we met for the first time. We were sitting at a table close to the dance floor, hanging out with some friends. The nightclub had the added bonus of being owned by the Midnight Werewolf Pack. Not the same as my brother's pack, but one of the packs swearing allegiance to the Kingdom of the Grey Moon. "Speak of the Devil," I said under my breath. I could just make out my brother Noah and Alpha Kristof. I was proud that Noah was Alpha Kristof's Beta. They had just finished talking to Alpha Lucas, who owned the club and ran the city-based pack. "What was that?" responded Tyra. "I was just thinking of Noah, and who should I see?" I answered. Tyra smiled at me. "Oh shit! What is she doing here?" she exclaimed. "What's up, my love?" I asked. "I've just seen my cousin Aláine," answered Tyra. "She's here with Zara." "Is that the Zara who has been hooking up with Noah?" I asked, smiling.
Aláine's Point of View It was morning time all too soon, as I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I was drained, bordering on exhausted, when I sat in the kitchen holding my first cup of coffee for the day. Every last detail I could remember from last night has been running through my mind, not to mention some highly erotic moments involving Kristof. They hadn't actually happened, but I wished they had. Damn, he was sexy, and there was no doubt that I was attracted to him. Who wouldn't be? So what did happen last night? Everything seemed surreal. This incredibly sexy, attractive specimen of manhood had walked into my life and said we were destined to be mated forever. To top it off, this was all determined by some obscure Moon Goddess. I was not a religious person whatsoever. Typically, my warning bells would be going off majorly, but for some strange reason, they weren't. Still sitting at the kitchen table, now nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, I found my mind focusing back on
Zara's Point of View Aláine and I sat in her bedroom while she went through her wardrobe. Yay! My BFF was going on a date tonight, and I was absolutely thrilled for her. Aláine didn't go out much and didn't date anyone after the issues with her ex-boyfriend, Marc. She often turned guys down that I wouldn't have. Well, at least until I met Noah. Marc was an arsehole because she wouldn't sleep with him. Now she was going out with this gorgeous-looking guy, who was a werewolf. "I'm dating a werewolf," Aláine said incredulously. "I'm going on a date. Seriously, what the fuck am I doing?" "You will be fine," I replied. "Werewolf or not, Kristof seems like a nice guy. I know Noah is, so I am sure he is too." "But I don't date!" she exclaimed. "Hold on, are you nervous because he is a werewolf or because you are going on a date?" I asked. "Yes!" she said nervously. At this point, I was trying not to laugh at her. She really needed to get out more and realise that not every guy was li
Aláine's Point of View The next night, I looked at myself in the mirror from the front and side views. "Here I go again," I said to Zara, "dressing in clothes that are really out of my comfort zone and showing too much leg and chest." I turned and looked at Zara, "Maybe I should wear my usual jeans and see if that turns him off." "Don't you dare!" scolded Zara. "Every girl should have a little black dress. You look better in my clothes than I do. Good thing I'm your best friend, or I'd be very jealous of you." "I love you too, girlfriend," I replied. This little black dress is too short as far as I am concerned and shows far too much leg. "I'd never buy fabulous clothes like these," I answered. "Thank you for letting me use your wardrobe... again." There was a knock on the door, and Axel went wild, barking and jumping. Zara went downstairs and opened the door. "Your walking candy store is here, Aláine!" she called, laughing. I could hear Kristof's voice, although I couldn't he