"Another round plea-ease" Aaron finished the last bit of his rum and slammed the empty glass on the bar. His eyes were glazed over in drunkenness, and it was quite comical to watch. Adam and I snickered as he began slurring his words to the point where we could hardly understand him.
"So you're tell-lling mee, that err- Diana – right- has –what's it called?" he was pointing his finger directly at me. I think we explained the situation five times already.
"Here you go guys," the blonde waitress placed three shot glasses full with a gold substance. Adam and I looked at her confused.
"On the house, it's not every day we get the Alpha's son in here... well no offence." She said to me knowing that my presence wasn't important to her at all. She glanced at Adam and smiled. Adam gave her a wink in response and her face turned red.
"No offence taken," I sarcastically replied. As she walked away I hit Adam's arm with my fist catching him off guard. "You asshole, so much for sticking up for me." He and Aaron instantly began laughing at my attempt to hit Adam's huge arm, which barely made him flinch.
"Come on sis. I mean look at her." Adam was peering over the bar checking out the waitresses ass. She was Adam's type, big boobs, big ass and skinny waist.
"Well, Diana, if you must ask she is NOT my type." Aaron was leaning in closer to me hoping to grab my attention. I could practically smell the booze on his breathe, which turned me off completely. If he wasn't such an ass all the time maybe he would have a chance with me. I already seen enough to want to run away then to be in his company.
"Aaron, you're breathe smells like this bar." I leaned myself in the opposite direction. Adam jumped into our conversation to ease the tension. He knew what Aaron was like, especially when he was drinking.
"Ok, kids. Let's take these and get this night over with. I think Holden is arriving in a few hours to meet with father."
The three of us took our shots and swigged the entire thing in one gulp.
"Damn, this tastes good!" I replied feeling the warmth hit my stomach. It actually felt good to ease the stress of Holden's visit. I could see Adam struggling to swallow, no surprise there as he didn't drink often. He wasn't use to the burn of alcohol and it was funny to watch my brother struggle with something. He tried to do everything perfectly to prove to our father he was Alpha material, and now he was struggling to keep up with Aaron and I.
"Adam, I thought you said Holden was coming in an hour." Aaron was looking at the opposite side of the room.
"Yea, why do you ask." Adam responded. "Hey blondie, another round?" He leaned over the bar and helped himself to a big bottle of gold Tequila and placed it in front of us. "Never mind, I found it." He chuckled and hiccupped. "Another round my dear?" He poured my shot glass and refilled it to the top.
"Why thank you Mr. Alpha," I laughed back. I never seen my brother act like this and I was enjoying every moment of it.
"Uh-Adam?" Aaron was still infatuated at what was happening behind us while my brother and I were swigging tequila shots on the bar.
"WHAT IS IT?!" Adam angrily said as he turned himself around to look behind us.
"It's a pleasure to make you're acquaintance." A strange voice echoed the bar and it instantly went silent.
"What is going on Aaron?" I turned myself around from the bar to see who was speaking behind us. My heart skipped a beat. The strange man standing in front of us was not any local that I knew. He was defiantly an outsider. He had an entire entourage behind him. They all had grimacing looks that filled fear into anyone peering into their direction. The man us was much taller and bulkier than Adam, and wore an expensive looking suit. He had a clean shaven face and dark brown hair that was brushed back. His face resembled a man that you would see in a magazine, with prominent cheek bones, piecing brown eyes and flawless skin.
"You must be Adam," He held out his hand to Adam's to shake it. Adam looked shocked and confused. I was beginning to regret taking those tequila shots."A pleasure-and you are..?" Adam shook his hand and the man held onto it, not letting his hand go. I could see the frustration fill his face as my brother tried to break his hand away. The man was very strong, and refused to let it go. I knew this was embarrassing for Adam, but he held his composure and the man finally released his hand.
"I'm surprised you were not aware of my arrival. It seems like the whole town was expecting me but you. Aren't you Alpha Henry's son?" Adam stayed silent trying to bite his tongue, he knew he wouldn't be able to fight him in his drunken state.
Suddenly, the man looked directly at me, analyzing me head to toe. I felt uneasy, so I finally spoke up.
"I'm Diana, and this is my brother Adam. Who are you sir? You do not own this place, nor do you belong to our pack. If anyone is going to ask questions it's us." I asserted my dominance to show him I wasn't going to be intimidated by him. He looked surprised for a moment, then gave a sly smile.
"Now you are born leader Diana. Even know I'm bigger and stronger then you, you show no fear. I like that." He held out his hand to mine and reached out to shake it. Instead of shaking it he immediately pulled it up to his lips and planted a kiss on the top side of my head. I gasped as I slowly pulled my hand away from his lips. I wasn't sure what to do and butterflies began flying around in my stomach. My face turned red, and he could tell I was slightly aroused. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to run away, but I couldn't leave my brother and Aaron behind, so I sucked it up and stayed seated. Finally he spoke again,
"Alpha Holden, please to meet you Diana."
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Diana :My heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of Damian standing at the doorway. I wasn't sure how long he was standing there, but his expression was dark, almost unrecognizable. His arms were crossed against his chest, and he was breathing heavily. I'm sure he was upset that I invited Holden in our home without telling him.He gently placed Troy back in his crib and whispered, "I love you, don't forget it."Damian was about to step in the room, but he could read my expression from where I was standing and held back.He trusted me to allow this.Holden sighed heavily as he looked to Troy one last time, "Thank you for giving me a reason to live..."I nodded my head to Holden, then to Damian who looked like he was ready to unleash his beast. He was in shock just as me, but he was more on edge then anything else. Ever since becoming a father he had grown into a paranoid mate and Alpha. No one could come close to the babies without him knowing about it, and for him to stand by the
Diana: My limps tingled from the adrenaline now coursing through my body. My heart raced, my eyes widened, my breathing turned rampant, and my body froze.He was kneeling down where his gravestone was. He looked like an entirely different person. A rough stubble covered his face, his hair was longer, and tied in a low bun. His clothes resembled a traveling vagrant; loose, with large tactical pockets, an army jacket and black biking boots.He looked rough but his heart was still beating strong.I was speechless.He stood up and watched me, eyes trailing me up and down. "Your looking good."His voice caused me to tremble more, almost like I was caught up in a snowstorm.He took a step towards me, his hands were holding steady in the air to show he wasn't a threat, but honestly, I didn't know what to think of him anymore."You died...I killed you." My throat was tightening up, and tears began to fill my eyes. I had no words for him, I couldn't believe it. I let him go, I forgave him, a
Diana "Diana.""Diana.""DIANA!"His screams.It was the same screams from the night before. I couldn't get them out of my head.I gasped for air, but I couldn't breathe.My throat was so tight, and no amount of oxygen could get in no matter how hard I tried."Ah!" My hands were holding my chest steady as I whipped myself straight from my bed. I patted onto my chest frantically. I was breathing, I wasn't paralyzed... I was...I was...I was home..."Di! What's wrong?" Damian bolted up from the covers, blanketing me with his bare arms."Oh..." I looked over to him, his eyes were heavy, but his body was pulsating from the adrenaline, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to wake you.""No, don't be sorry," He pulled me in tighter, "Why are you so cold? Are you sure your ok? Never be sorry for waking me up."I watched the covered window, "What time is it?" My feet almost reached to the floor, but Damian immediately pulled me back into bed."It's ok Di, they're sleeping. Besides, you need to rest."
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Blackness.Time was intangible.That's all there was.I was wondering in space, aimlessly walking around in nothingness.Was this the afterlife? Was my soul in limbo? Was this really my fate in the end?Her voice was still there, but how could that be? Do I still have a connection to the real world?"I'll love you forever, in this world, and the next. You can rest now, we'll be ok.""We'll be ok.""We'll be ok.""We'll be ok."No, No, No. They won't be ok...They'll never be ok. Diana will never be safe, nor my children as long as those bastards were still breathing. They went against nature. They are not werewolf, but a manifestation of pure evil, allowing jealously, greed, and power to consume their minds. Of course we all can fall victim to our desires, but to turn against your family, and your pack, goes against what a werewolf was.Loyalty was a rarity these days and I was sick and tired of it.The darkness was brief, and also a curious end. I thought this would be different, or m