One

Have you ever had that feeling that something bad is going to happen? That your life is going to change in an unbelievable way and there's nothing you can do to stop it?

I've had this feeling all day and it's pissing me off. My life is great at the moment, I mean I'm alive aren't I?

I had my family, my friends, my degree- speaking of degrees I needed to get a job. I couldn't liveoff my savings forever and needed to find something ASAP. But before I did that and became an adult, like an adult- adult, I needed to have a little fun.

After asking Jane, my best friend for as long as I can remember, to come out with me for the last month, she finally agreed. I had to seize this rare opportunity, Jane rarely went clubbing, and now that she was with a baby she barely had time to do anything.

Caleb was surprisingly a very good and doting father. I'm not going to lie I had doubts about his parenting skills and I fully believed he would disappear with the baby, but he didn't and I could tell he loved Jane a lot. A lot more than she loved him.

I can't say I blame her though, hemarked her without explaining what that was, forced her to move in with him, considered using Jane as a baby making machine and drugged her. Now that I think about it, he was a shitty person, I had no idea why Jane even bothered with him. I guess it's the mate bond, their baby and sex, Jane always looks very satisfied and happy, he must have a big dick and know how to use it properly.

Gosh! I needed that tonight, alcohol and sex. I don't know why people say it's a bad combination, seems to work pretty well with me.

"Hello Evelyn, how are you?" Williams asked as he opened the door and let me in.

"I'm good. You?" I replied as I headed to the living room.

Williams, now that guy is the kind of guy you would call a fanatic, I am not kidding. I know it was wrong to look at Jane's dad in that way but that's all I was doing. Looking never hurt anyone, right?

Also he did at one point belong to an extremist group that hated humans, so his level of hotness has decreased a lot since I found that piece of information out.

He has his own place but spent a lot of time with Jane and they had a pretty good relationship. I wasn't too sure how her relationship was with the rest of the family but she was happy now.

It had been a while since I've seen her genuinely happy. I think she lost that when she met Caleb but, now she was content and thriving and I'm honestly so happy for her.

She's had a rough year, going through so much pain and heartbreak however she always says she would go back and do it again because the end result was her daughter.

"Where's Victoria?" I questioned Jane's dad as I put my stuff down.

He pointed to the basket that was near the sofa. Shit, I must need glasses because I did not see that.

I walked over and looked down at the little angel sleeping. Victoria. She was named after the Lycan who gave up her life for her and her grandma- Jane's mum.

"Don't wake her up." Williams said before he exited the room. He seemed to be in a bad mood today but I didn't care so I didn't ask.

I tapped Victoria's nose, causing her to wiggle slightly. She was actually a very beautiful baby, thankfully she looked more like Jane and not Caleb except for her eyes that were a weird yellow/golden colour. According to Caleb, all Lycan babies were born with that eye colour and it would change after a few years.

Looking back to make sure Williams wasn't here to scold me, I lifted the baby up gently.

"Hello baby, it's me your favourite auntie Evelyn." I whispered as I rocked her side to side.

"Why are you talking in that manner, you sound hideous." A voice muttered in my ear causing me to almost have a heart attack.

Two strong arms went around me to support my arms and make sure I didn't drop the baby.

"What the hell, you idiot! Why would you creep up on me like that when I'm holding her!" I whisper-yelled looking down at the baby to make sure she was still asleep.

Jacob chuckled and moved away before sitting down on one of the sofa seats and looking me up and down.

Jacob Arcas. The most annoying Lycan in the whole world. Out of all the Lycans he was the one I disliked the most, and then Caleb.

"Why are you here?" I narrowed my eyes at him as his eyes continued to trail up and down my body.

"Stop staring at me like that, I'm holding a baby."

"I see Caleb has not spoken to you, Scott and I will be joining you tonight."

"Hell, no. You're not coming."

Jacob smirked. "I will be coming tonight."

The inuendo had me closing my eyes and taking deep breaths before I screamed and woke the baby up. This how-many-century-year old Lycan always acted like a pubescent boy.

"Are you imagining what that looks like? I can give you a demonstration instead." His words had me snapping my eyes open in heartbeat.

Do not engage with him Evelyn, do not engage.

I put the baby down causing him to laugh.

"Are we doing this now?" he smirked again.

I turned to face him with a glare causing the ridiculous smile on his face to get bigger. "Listen you stupid pervert, I will never have sex with you. Ever."

"I do not agree." He stood up and started to walk towards me causing me to take a few steps back.

He continued until he stood right in front of me, his body almost touching mine. "One day, you will be underneath me, squirming and begging for release. Your hot, writhing body will be aching to be filled by me and I will fill every part of you and I mean every single ho-."

"What are you two doing?" Jane's voice called out from the other side of the room causing me to jump back from Jacob as if he burnt me.

"Nothing." I gasped out, my breath coming out rapidly as if I had ran five miles. My body felt hot and I knew my cheeks were flushed.

Shit, did he...? No he couldn't have. His words had no effect on me.

"Come on, let's get ready." I muttered as I walked towards the door, making sure not to make any eye contact with either of them.

*****

There is a reason why you shouldn't hype up events in your head, they never meet your expectations. I wanted to have a night out with Jane, just the two of us, dancing, getting drunk and not having a care in the world.

But the night did not go as planned. First, both Jacob and Scott came with us for 'protection' and hovered around us, and then Jane spent most of the time sipping orange juice and texting Caleb. Within two hours, Jane said she was tired and wanted to go home and left with Jacob and Scott. They offered to take me home but couldn't let the night end like that.

So here I was, sitting at the bar feeling sorry for myself while I nursed a drink. To make things worse, every few minutes or so, some twat would come over to where I was sat and order drinks, not before 'accidently' pushing up against me or brushing my legs. Maybe it was time to call it a night.

As I felt someone come up behind me I gripped the glass I was holding, tempted to throw it in their face if they tried anything.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jacob's smooth voice filled my ears.

"Does it look like I'm having fun?" I muttered as he sat down across me. I watched as he ordered two drinks for us. "Why are you here?"

"Jane wanted to make sure you got home safely."

"As you can see I'm fine, you can go now." I told him, waving one hand to dismiss him and the other to grab his drink and gulp it down.

"Come on, let me show you how its done." Jacob put his hand out.

"Nope. I'm not dancing with you. Knowing you, you'll feel me up and I'm not in the mood to beat you up."

Jacob laughed as he stood up pulling me along with him. "I will not touch you where you do not want to be touched, strictly platonic, I assure you."

"You can see what I'm holding right? I am so close to throwing this in your face." I lifted up the empty glass so he could see.

Jacob ignored me as he removed the glass from my hand before tugging me towards the dance floor.

I decided to go with him, after all what's the worst that could happen?

**********

I grunted as I tried to get comfortable but I was unable to move. Groaning, I opened my eyes and blinked at the unfamiliar room.

Where the hell am I?

I looked down at the strong tanned arm that was keeping me pinned down to the bed, my eyes moved up the arm and to the body it was connected to. The naked man was lying down on his stomach, his face covered by the pillow.

"Shit, Evelyn! What have you done?" I groaned quietly as I stared at the man's back. I had to admit though, he did have a pretty hot looking back.

I pried his large arm away from my waist and put it gently on the bed. The man shifted around a little but didn't wake up. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, I slowly got up from the bed wincing as my body ached.

Damn that guy was good.

I found my clothes scattered everywhere across the room, I quietly tiptoed and grabbed everything that belonged to me. I opened up my bag and was relieved to find my phone, ID and money still in there.

I put my clothes on as quietly as I could, keeping an eye on the man sleeping on the bed. The room had no mirror but luckily I knew the bathroom was only a door away. Grabbing my heels on one hand and my bag on the other, I slowly made my way to the bathroom which had the door wide open.

I shut the door behind me and put my heels and bag on the ground. I knew I probably looked like shit, I could tell by how stiff my face felt. My eyes widened as I looked at my reflection on the bathroom mirror, I looked way worse than I thought.

"Eww."I groaned as I looked at my smeared makeup and messy hair.

I grabbed some toilet tissue and turned the tap on. When the tissue was damp, I began to remove the smeared makeup- well I tried to. When I was satisfied with how my face looked, I chucked the tissues I used into the bin and moved my hair back.

"What the-" I started to say as I saw something on the side of my neck.

It looked like a small black tattoo, with closer inspection I could see what looked like two dots with a letter D in between it with black swirly lines wrapping it together.

There was no way I would get a tattoo on my neck even if I was completely hammered, especially something as ugly as that.

Thinking it was fake or drawn on, I began to rub my neck. I gasped as pain ran down my body, the side of my neck was extremely tender. Shit, I actually got an ugly looking tattoo on my neck?

Nearly plastering myself against rhe mirror, I squinted my eyes to get a better look. I gasped when I realised the two black dots were not actually dots, they were teeth marks.

"Oh my god." I whispered as I shook my head in sudden realisation.

This could not be happening. I can't have a mate's mark on my neck!

My mind wandered back to the man currently sleeping on the bed. What did he do to me?

Anger coursed through my body as I grabbed my shoes. I slammed the bathroom door open and stormed into the bedroom.

You little bitch!" I screamed, throwing one of my heels on his back. "What the hell have you done?"

The man leapt out of the bed as soon as one of my heels hit his back hard. He let out a growl, his body crouching as he scanned the room.

When his blue eyes fell on me, he straightened up and looked at me in confusion. "Evelyn."

"You idiot! Look at what you did!" I yelled pointing at my neck.

His blue eyes widened and he took a step back. His eyes were fixed on my neck for a couple of minutes before they met my eyes.

He looked at me in horror. "Oh fuck! I have marked you as my mate."