A New Acquaintance

<<Zoe’s POV>>

The tag brought some unpleasant feelings in me. 

I felt like I needed to be angry. That there was something I needed to say to anyone who belonged to the Werewolf Council.

I leaned over as if to tell a secret but found that he was already leaning toward me. One of his hands was covering mine that was holding the glass on the counter. His other hand came to tip my chin upwards for a better angle. A tingle ran down my spine.

He was slow, allowing me to move away if I wanted to. But it only made me want to do it more.

So, when his lips brushed mine, the spark that we felt at the touch was undeniable. He leaned in and captured my mouth as I allowed him entrance. One of my hands absentmindedly landed on his thigh that was between my legs as we sat facing each other on the bar stools.

<<Narrator>>

After a hot minute of not caring what the other guests thought of their performance, and taking his time to enjoy the exquisite taste of a woman he had never had of her likes before, the man pulled away slightly.

Zoe was so overpowered by her contradictory emotions that, “John,” simply slipped from her lips in a soft murmur before she realized what she had said. But being as close as they were, he heard it.

It suddenly changed his attitude.

He went from being sweet and sexy to shocked and alert, “Are you John’s ex-girlfriend?”

Zoe felt her face heating up from embarrassment. 

She had not meant to call out to her ex while making out with a hot stranger at her ex’s engagement. 

“I, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said or did that. I just,” She was babbling apologetically as fresh hot tears pooled in her eyes. She didn’t care if she looked pathetic in front of the elegant man looking at her mess herself up further. The alcohol had taken away her sense of logic and reasoning.

Just then, her phone rang saving her from further embarrassing herself as she excused herself from the man to attend the call of her housekeeper, but didn’t leave the sit.

“Hey, Aunt Julie, is everything okay?” She slurred, barely in control of her thoughts and actions anymore.

“Someone dropped a notice to your home just now. It says your father will be sent to the dungeons sooner than later. What are we going to do, Miss?” She was hysterical. Julie had been a part of the family as a housekeeper and caretaker from her youth. So it was just as heartbreaking and personal for her to see Zoe’s father to be sent to the dungeons as it was for Zoe.

The call sobered Zoe immediately.

“I’m coming home, now.”

She needed to be home, instantly. It was pointless to stay at the party. John didn’t care and she was too drunk to state her father’s case properly to any member of the council.

She quickly got up, stumbled towards the exit, and went outside looking for her car even though she was in no condition to drive.

Just then a huge brand new car stopped in front of her and the front glass lowered to reveal her mystery stranger from the bar, “Let me drive you home, you’ll kill yourself or somebody else, or both in your current state.”

Since he was right and she was partially out of her mind as logic had been locked away, without a word or hesitation she slipped into the passenger seat.

She pulled at the seat belt which decided to be stubborn making Zoe pull at it harder, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Ugh!” She groaned in frustration until suddenly the man leaned over and his strong pine-scented cologne wafted to her nostrils, tickling her senses. He extended his arm and looked like he might hug her but reached towards the stuck seatbelt, pressed a button, and eased it around her sensually gliding it and fixing it between her breasts before clicking it in its lock.

Zoe felt breathless and wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or this man who was affecting her so.

She rubbed her naked arms to warm herself up as the car’s heater had just started warming the vehicle up after being parked in the snow all evening.

Suddenly something large, heavy, and warm draped over her shoulders making her look up at the man beside her in surprise. He had taken off his coat to reveal his crisp white button-up underneath. Zoe blushed as his soothing scent enveloped her. He folded the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his massive tattoo, that Zoe had a split-second thought about leaning in and studying because she always found tattoos to be very attractive in a man, if done tight. And Goddess were his sleeves done perfectly.

The car ride began in silence as the crisp winter scenery shining under the moonlight flew past her window. She pulled the lent coat closer and tried to sniff it stealthily. The scent was like everything nice and yet like nothing she had ever smelt before. It was comforting, heavenly, yet very tempting.

Zoe was very aware of the man’s hand with his huge metal ring resting on the gear shaft dangerously close to her exposed knee. All he had to do was unclench his fingers and they could graze her naked knee. A part of her wanted it to happen.

She dared to look at him and got entranced by his strong side profile. He emanated power. It was alluring. 

He suddenly glanced at her and caught her checking him out. She instantly blushed as she smirked, the car suddenly picking up speed.

He stopped the car in front of her house precisely making her wonder how did he know her address she had forgotten in her drunken haze to tell him.

“Thank you. For the ride, and. For the coat, and everything.” She tried to formulate proper sentences but her brain wasn’t working in normal capacity.

She missed the smile that graced his lips at her attempts.

She tried to take off the coat to return it but got stuck. It was like her brain had forgotten how to take off clothes.

“Keep it, I can have my beta come collect it later.” He said, stopping her from fighting the expensive fabric off of her.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just had a few very shitty days. I’m never this drunk or clumsy normally.” She tried to defend her actions making him smile again, “I don’t doubt that.”

As she was about to unwillingly leave the car because she had no reason to prolong her stay, he took out a card and gave it to her. She took it and looked up at him confused, so he explained, “It’s my personal card. Call me whenever you need help.”

He never gave out his personal card like that. But something in this girl made him want to see her again and without the interference of the rest of his official team. She was gorgeous despite being heartbroken and was courageous enough to show up at her ex’s engagement as it was the Beta’s engagement, the party that celebrated the alliance of two major packs in this region of America.

He could still taste her lips, he was eager to feel those plump lips against his again. He knew she wouldn’t be able to stay away for long either.

Zoe entered her house and went straight to her bedroom, plopped on her bed, and took a fleeting look at the black card in her hand.

It read, ‘Alpha Xavier Shaw - Blood Crescent Pack’, in silver, with a white crescent moon and a red howling wolf logo, the emblem of his pack printed on it.