Chapter 4

Connor’s pov

Of all my thirty two years on earth, this is the first time I was able to read someone outside my pack’s mind without initiating it.

‘She is different.’ My wolf commented. 

I know that and I can also see that.

I have been to this pack so many times, and I have never seen anyone that looks red so alluring. She looked so fragile from her eyes but her face was tough.

Just like a woman who was crying for help from the insides.

Asides from all of that, she was built like the woman back in my pack unlike most female werewolves from this pack.

The bartender smiled at me then he handed me my loyalty card so we could use the vip cage. 

“I see you are a regular here.”  she said as she saw me place the access card over the door to the vip cage.

“You could say that. Do you come here often?” I asked her.

“Have you blocked yourself off from my thoughts?”

“Yes, it stopped tight after you asked. My wolf blocked it off,”

“I thought mages didn't have wolves.” 

“Well, I can’t remember introducing myself as a mage, but let’s not change the subject. Do you frequent this place?”

This place is an ordinary place on the outside but there is a lot of shady business that goes on in here. Since different packs frequent this place, it is quite hard to get a wind of the shady activities unless you were a regular.

I wanted to know if she was aware of that.

She chuckled sarcastically. “Now you are the one switching the subject, how are you not a mage and can read my mind?”

“My mom always said I was a special baby. Would you care to tell me why  you were here, er mind my manner, what is your name?”

“Isabella.”

Her eyes scanned the whole place, it was obvious that she had never been here before though she seemed to know how the system worked because she had recognised the card. 

“I am Connor. I see you are married.” I mentioned as my eyes caught the engagement pendant on her neck.

She chuckled dryly, “You must have guessed from this.” She touched her neck. “My dad gave that to me.”

“So you are single?”

“No, I am married.”

Her statement said a lot. She is definitely in a loveless marriage, her husband did not give her any jewellery to show that they were married, if a woman like her belonged to me, I would have adorned her with all the most expensive pieces of jewellery that match her eyes.

Her clothes scrambled luxury so there was no saying that her husband could not afford to give her wedding jewellery but he chose not to. He is such a useless man. 

‘I can’t even seem to read what her wolf properly because you had me  block us out of her mind,’ Hectare, my wolf groaned, ‘ she is an omega, unmarked by her husband who is also her chosen mate.’

Hectare is a lot calmer, less aggressive. I suspect it had something to do with Isabella.

I grabbed a bat and handed it to her, “The ball will come out automatically from that end, all you have to do is it hit with all the resentment you have in you,”

She took it from me like an amateur, just like I had assumed her to be, “Is it okay for me to show you how to use that?”

She shook her head in agreement, I took the other bat, and stood away from her where her eyes could see the moves well.

In no time, she got the hang of it and  started going at it for 30 minutes straight.

She was soon exhausted and I ordered some drinks for us.

“Is it weird that you are the closest person to a friend that I have in my life at this time and I  only just met you.”

A smile formed on my lips like I just scored a point on a debate. “You think  I’m like a friend.”

“No, you read my mind earlier so you are not my friend.”

“If you say so. Let me at least pretend I’m your friend today and tell me what’s bothering you?”

She looked at me with hesitation on her face, I really wanted to comfort her.

“It’s not like you’d see me again. Why not tell this stranger your worries, a problem shared, is half solved already."

“You are right” she raised her glass to lips to down all the content in her mouth. “It’s not like our part will cross anymore.”

“I’m married to the biggest scum in this pack,”

I couldn’t help but admire her reddened face. Every shade of this woman is so beautiful. She was half drunk, half sober and a part of me burned at the thought of another man seeing her in this state.

“He is an important man who married me, refused to mark and give me the title I deserve because I am an omega.”

She bleched in the most graceful way. “I’m sorry. Pardon my gross self. Can you believe that man said any woman would kill to be where I was?”

“He’s not wrong, those women in the high society have the illusion that he’s the prize.”

Her expression fell, "Maybe they are right, he is the prize, after all my sacrifices do not matter because I am a mere Omega."

“Can I swear?”

“I am your friend for today, feel free to do anything.”

I wanted to see that side of her too.

“That son a bitch said he wants to take a mistress because he didn’t want his pups to have my omega blood. Isn’t that outrageous?”