CHAPTER 3: FAINT

[Sam’s POV]

Max, Damen, and I decided to blow off some steam at a club owned by Max’s Gamma tonight. I really wasn’t in the mood for the club scene but had this feeling we needed to be there. Chris, Max’s Gamma, set us up with the best VIP room at the club. He spoiled us with lap dances, and an open bar in our room. This is not my scene at all, but we each make sacrifices for each other. 

My senses kept tingling and I just could not get myself into the women, besides they are all human and I have zero interest in human women. I decided to check out the rest of the club for a bit instead. I took the stairs near the VIP room to perch at one of the balcony tables for some people-watching. Sitting in solitude at one of the tables overlooking the club, I was having trouble focusing. My attention kept getting drawn towards the tables where the groups of people sat to socialize by the bikini dancers. 

Stopping myself from trying to fight my lack of concentration so that my senses can refocus, my eyes land on the angelic aura of a beautiful woman. She looks as bored as I am, as she sits next to a few men who don’t even notice she is with them. Then, I see the wretched and resident mean girl, Chelsea, slither her way to their table. Chelsea, she is a devious and cunning wolf who stops at nothing to dig her claws into as many men as she can. She prefers to prey on men who are in a relationship. She is disgusting and has no shame. 

Using my strong vampire sight, I notice the beautiful woman looking uncomfortable, disappointed, and sad as Chelsea drags the man who was sitting next to her, away from her to the dance floor. My guess is that fucker was her boyfriend.  Not anymore! I continue to watch her, as if we are the only two people in the world. A tear rolls down her cheek as she grabs her little purse, leaves the table, and goes towards the VIP lounge and restroom hallway. 

My chest is tight, filled with longing, pain, and a drive to comfort her. She looks human and I don’t know what is causing this connection to her. My entire body freezes in place and time for a while. Knowing I need to break this spell, and get closer to her, I fight my mind for several minutes before I place my drink on the table and head down the stairs to go find her. I must know what this connection is. 

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt hands on my chest. Not just any hands, but hands that sent waves of pleasure, electricity, and warmth through my body. I often joked that the only way I would find my mate is if they collided into me and tonight that joke shines so bittersweet on me. Standing in front of me are the beautiful mahogany speckled-brown eyes of my mate. It is her! The woman whose boyfriend was snatched away by that man-eater Chelsea. What an interesting turn of fate, I thought to myself as I slowly took in every inch of this goddess before me. My god, she is gorgeous! As I stare into her mysterious and hypnotic eyes, I feel my mind and soul being intertwined with her mind and soul. My mouth opened, and the word “mine” came out with a growl. 

Happy that I found her, I couldn’t move. I just kept staring deeply into her eyes, as if in a trance. This does not happen to me. I am the Vampire Prince. Never have I been in a trance or felt such a strong energetic pull to someone. Yet here she is pulling me deeper into her. As the intensity of her stare increased and the electrical bond strengthened between us, I could see her life flood my mind and flash before me. It was so powerful and traumatic. 

From the day she was born to present, I watched her memories of being abused, raped, tormented, broken, dumped, beaten, battered, told over and over by so many people throughout her life that she was worthless and less of a human. My god, she has been tormented since childhood. She keeps trying, fighting, and going without any real help. She is such a wonderful mother. She has a child! She is poor. 

Who is this man she is dating? He never pays for anything or offers to help her, yet he knows her situation. What a piece of shit. Most of the men in her life have been or are pieces of human filth! Every fucking person, except for a select few, have taken turns breaking her into so many small pieces. I saw everything, every single struggle, every torturous assault, and felt every drop of her pain. I want to kill every one of them! 

As I gain control of my mind, I see her eyes close, and she starts to fall to the ground. I swoop my arms under her and bring her to me, lifting her up, and carrying her bridal style to the VIP room. Max and Damen mind link me, (a skill that the three of us have with each other and not just with our own kind) and are shouting about what they saw from my connection to her. I hear them both scream “Mate,” while feeling their overwhelming pain, and realize that she is not just mine, but theirs as well. This is fucking crazy! I gain my composure, carry her into the VIP room, and hold her while I sit on one of the sofas. I reposition her with her head on my lap, as Max grabs his coat to place under her head, and Damen lays his coat on her body to warm her.