Chapter 15

The bar was fairly crowded for a Thursday night. I kept my makeup light, and I wore a black bodycon dress that ended mid-thigh and had an open back with several straps that crisscrossed over each other. I figured black was appropriate since I was mourning the loss of my mate. He wasn’t dead, but with the way my heart was shattered, he might as well have been.

My look tonight wasn’t nearly as put together as I would usually fix myself up for a night out, but tonight I wasn’t paying attention to anyone. I was drowning in my sorrows with alcohol and waiting to see if anyone noticed me and approached me to offer any sort of comfort. They had to have all heard what had happened by now.

In the back of my mind, I think I knew that sex wouldn’t fix this. In fact, sex is what got me into this mess in the first place, but old habits die hard, and I already lost my fated mate. How much more could I possibly screw things up at this point?

I sat alone at the bar and kept the shots of whiske