Ch. 4 - The Nightclub Pt. 2

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 was sure she would feel the pull of the mate bond. After all, she stood there and stared at me as if we weren't in a crowded nightclub.

"Alpha. Wait," he said. "The woman in the red dress; her name is Zara. She could be merely a way of introducing yourself. Her friend's name is Alàine, if I remember correctly. She is quiet and a lot more reserved than her friend."

I was surprised when she stopped to talk to a group of young whelps. If I remember rightly, the girl's name was Tyra, and she was mated to Noah's younger sister. They seemed to know each other, and it didn't look as if it was a friendly conversation. 

"Caution, Kristof; there are many humans here. This is not our club, remember."

However, the scent of my future mate was driving me crazy and drowned out the rest of the world. Frankly, I was not listening to him as I walked toward her.

Noah sighed and hurried after me as he was known to do, hoping that I wouldn't do anything extreme in front of humans. I wouldn't, but I wanted my mate and she wasn't going to get away from me. I had been waiting too long for her.

"Al… Kristof!" uttered Tyra.

I was turning around to leave and walked into him. Standing close behind me was the handsome stranger I had seen before. He was almost a head taller than me, which was no mean feat for my 180 centimetres. A well-trimmed beard adorned his chiselled face.

I found myself mesmerised by his deep brown eyes flecked with gold. To top it off, he exuded a raw sexuality and was standing so close.

Again, we stood there staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. This time it was not across a crowded nightclub. I had to control myself as there was nothing to stop me from running my hands through his hair.

"Perfect," he whispered.

I really wanted him to kiss him... and more. I had never felt such wantonness before, and it terrified and thrilled me. I had to remind myself to breathe and close my mouth just before I drooled.

Feeling overwhelmed, I stuttered my apologies and tried to take a step to the side but tripped instead. He reached out and caught me by the waist. Pulling me into him, he burrowed his nose into my neck and inhaled deeply.

I used this opportunity to smell him too. There was the subtle scent of grass after the rain that tantalised my senses. What was I doing?

"My name is Kristof, and you are meant to be my mate," he growled in a deep voice.

"Mate? What the actual fuck?" I tried to push him away and shook my head to bring myself back to reality. "Zara!" I called for my friend.

I really needed her hardheadedness right now.

I heard Tyra talking to the handsome stranger who called himself Kristof, "She's my cousin, Kristof. She doesn't know."

I could still feel Kristof's hands around my waist. He was not letting go and I was confused. On one hand, I was drawn to this drop-dead gorgeous stranger; on the other hand, I was so far out of my comfort zone. With all of my conflicting emotions tonight, all I wanted to do was run away like Cinderella.

"Pup. Come, and we will take a trip while you explain it to her." Kristof demanded as he gently manoeuvred me toward the exit.

"Where are you going with my friend?" asked Zara. "She has done nothing wrong. Noah! Stop him!"

I could always rely on Zara to help out. He stopped and stared at Zara, trying to intimidate her. She wouldn't be though, I was sure.

"Where she goes, I go," Zara said bravely, obviously not having a bar of it.

Go, girlfriend! Kristof looks at Zara, then at Noah, then back at Zara.

"Fine." he snapped.

Thank God for that. I really didn't want to go anywhere with this stranger without her, even if he could melt my insides just by looking at me.