Friday night came around far quicker that I hoped it would. And as soon as I got home from work, I was thrust into a shower and then primmed and made up until I looked like a barbie doll staring back at me in the mirror.
Elle had pulled my hair back into a high ponytail at the top of my head. My straight hair swinging down my back like a thick rope. She had accentuated my high cheek bones with some well placed contour, and finished the look off with a smoky eye. Happy enough at the reflection, and at least she hadn’t made me look like a drag queen, I nodded my approval and moved onto the outfit that she had picked out for me.
Just as I had feared, the outfit was far too short, and showed way more than I felt comfortable in showing. The highly sequined backless number was nothing but a scarp of fabric covering my arse and chest. It fastened around my neck in a halter style, the front sweeping down exposing my cleavage. The back stopped a mere few centimetres from the top of my arse. It left little for the imagination, but Elle was determined that I would look out of place with my usual jeans and blouse. And that in this, I would blend in better. We eventually met in the middle with a black blazer to wear over the top so that I at least felt a little less exposed.
Elle’s dress was even more revealing, if that were even possible. Her own a bright shade of red. The front of it was slit right down to her naval, and it fit her like a second skin. She looked hot, don’t get me wrong, and she wore the dress with a confidence that would have all the men drooling over her all night.
When we eventually made it to the club, the building was already heaving. A que wrapped around the outside and down the road. Inside the music was palpitation, the vibrations pumping through the ground and up my legs with each shaky step we took.
Luckily the bouncer barely took any notice of us as Elle showed him the tickets and moved aside to let us in. She smirked in smug satisfaction at the very fact that we weren’t even asked to show ID. Probably more a testament to the amount of leg we were both showing off rather than us looking the right age.
One thing she was absolutely right on though, was the sheer volume of gorgeous men there were squeezed into one small space.
Each and everyone of them seemed to be sculpted by the hand of God himself. All dressed to the nines, smelling of heaven and nursing bottles of beer as they sway along with the music.
More than one took note as we walked by, the odd wink coming our way as we made our way to the bar. Situations like this I would usually find uncomfortable, but tonight I found myself enjoying the little buzz of being the centre of attention. The flirtatious winks and side eyes as the men eyed us up.
“Two gin and tonics.” Elle called to the bar man over the banging music. She throws some money his way, before he hands over our order to us.
“Happy Birthday Si.” Elle takes a huge gulp whilst wiggling her bum to the time of the music. Taking a tentative sip of the concoction myself, I decide that it wasn’t so bad after all.
I hadn’t really had much of an opportunity to drink. Perhaps just a sneaky pint of beer every now and then in our room, but I was never really fused over it. I hated the taste of beer, and only ever drank it to not seem like the odd one out. I was pleasantly surprised at just how easy the gin was going down, and just how little an effect it was having on me. Gin was supposed to be strong right? But I barely felt any side effect at all.
Finishing my second, I pull Elle away from the boy she was talking to and pull her towards the dance floor.
“Come dance with me!” I call out to her. She smiles back with a knowing look, nodding as she follows me towards the centre of the floor.
Moving my hips to the beat of the music, I soon get lost in the song, barely even noticing the hands that come to wrap around my hips, and the strong muscular body pressed up against my back.
“What’s your name beautiful.” A voice speaks beside my ear. His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him.
“Sienna.” I reply breathlessly.
“Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me loose all other coherent thought.
With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” I pull away, shaking my head to try and clear my mind of the fogginess that was residing there.
“Hay, don’t leave sweetheart.” The mans voice called out to me. I barely even notice him talking as I race away, bumping into couple after couple as I go. All I knew was that I needed air.
Pushing past, I manage to find my way to the ladies’ toilet. Stumbling into the bathroom stall and shutting the door behind me.
I could still feel thrum of the music coming from the other side of the door, and the feeling of being hot refused to die down, if anything it continued getting worse. My stomach rolling with the mixture of alcohol and scent that refused to leave my nostrils.
Not able to hold it back anymore, I lean over the toilet and throw up what ever was left in my stomach. It didn’t matter how many times I threw up, my body refused to cool down.
A thin sheen of sweat was beginning to form across my brow, only worsening with each second that past, and the undying feeling of needing to throw up continued. Boiling in the pit of my stomach like lava and rising up through my body.
Just when I thought I couldn’t bare anymore, suddenly a stabbing sensation shoots down my arm, right to the very points of my fingers. I look down in open fear as the bones in my hand begin to move under the skin. Shifting and rolling around uncomfortably until my hand rearrange itself, elongating into long taloned paws.
I couldn’t help the scream that rose from my mouth as I look down at my disfigured hand.
“What the hell is happening to me!”
The pain radiated around my body, working its way through every recess and ligament. It didn’t stop at my hands, moments later every bone in my body felt as if it were breaking and repairing itself, and then repeating the process again. I could feel each and ever joint moving in and out of its socket, rearranging the very fabric of my skeleton.Falling to the floor with the sheer agony of repeat breakages, there was nothing for me to do to try and ease the pain. My body convulsed as an ear piercing scream ripped through me, too loud even for my own ears.I barely even noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening once more and the shuffling of feet outside my stall. Nor did I register the kindly face of a woman hanging over me as she pulled me out of the cubicle and over to the basin.She splashed water onto my face which did little to cool. In fact, it did nothing at all. As soon as the water touched my skin, it had already evaporated.Time seemed to stand still, turning ever second
I pumped my legs as fast as I could, ducking into a small alley way between two apartment blocks and disappeared into the shadows.I had hoped that by getting off of the beaten track, it would mean I would lose my pursuers. But even as I raced down the dark passage, I could still here the pounding of feet behind me.The police sirens were still whirring away in the distance. And I knew that I couldn’t turn back now.So, I just kept running. Until I found myself at a dead end.“Finally you stop.” A masculine voice called from behind me. It was more than masculine. The voice verged on dangerous and held a note of power to it. Without looking at him, I already knew that he was not a man to cross. But with the voice came that same sweet smell from the club. Pinecones.“Turn around and face me.” He spoke with authority.I don’t know what possessed me. I was hardly one for taking orders. Ever. But I felt compelled to do as he asks. And so, with little resistance, I turn and face the man.“G
Setting me down next to a blacked out SUV, he begins to unbutton his shirt before handing me the garment.“Put this on.” He instructs.I did as he asks, if nothing else, because I was cold and naked. The fact it smelt like him was just a bonus.“Do you know what you are?” His question surprised me. So much so that my hand still as I did the buttons up, allowing just a little too much cleavage to be on display before him. But I was no longer thinking about my modesty. Just the two hazel eyes gazing down at me, willing me to answer his question.I mull over his question. I didn’t. Honestly, I had no idea what I was. Or how I came to be what I am. But the girl from before had told me. And based off of everything had happened afterwards, there was no reason to disagree with what she had said. So, taking a deep breath, I say; “A werewolf.” The words seem to stick in my throat as I speak them.“Tonight, it was you first shift?” He asks, his voice had returned to being soft, and I could tell
I had no idea what a mate was. But the moment he said the little word, something within me roared to life.“What’s a mate?” I ask, doing my best to not look directly at the god sitting next to me with his shirt off. I could feel myself swaying forward, like two halves of a magnet. Mason remained still allowing me to come as near to him as I wanted. He made no comment or move to push me away. “As in a friend?”“No,” he chuckles, “As in husband and wife.”I still for a moment, before rocking back as I far as I reasonably could. “Your what now?”“It’s not as bad as it sounds. There is a lot that you need to learn about our kind. I guess it’s something I take for granted. I was brought up in it, so it is the norm for me. But I guess I can understand why your feel a bit shocked by it all.” I couldn’t help but notice the endearing blush that had crept over his neck and cheeks whilst he rambled. “Werewolves are given a mate. The one person that is meant to complete them and make them whole.
“Ours, hopefully.”The moment he uttered those words, panic rose from my stomach, burning through my oesophagus and into my mouth.I pulled open the door and tumbled out onto the sidewalk and threw up everything that I had consumed not hours before.It was too much. All of this was far too much.“I can’t be here.” I mumbled more to myself than anything. But it was loud enough for Mason to have heard it.As if my body was controlling itself, my feet shuffle forward. I had no idea where I was, or even how to get back to the orphanage from here. All I knew was that I needed to get away.Get away from Mason.Get away from the stifling confines of the car.Get away from the nightmare I seemed to be living.My feet moved forward blindly. I barely noticed the direction I was travelling, much less where.I barely noticed the sound of the car door opening and then slamming shut. I took no note of the gentle tug on my hand, or the strong arms that came to stop me from wondering further than I h
Mason Being an Alpha to a pack is not the easiest of tasks.It was a position that I had been born for, yes. But it was not the position I wanted.I had always considered myself a lone wolf.And even after years of being pushed by my parents to find my mate… or at the very least, to claim one, I had resisted. I had no plan to shackle myself to another. The freedom of doing as I pleased was far too desirable to ever want that for myself.Had I underestimated the power of the bond?Oh, without a doubt I had.The moment I set eyes of the scared little black wolf; I knew that I was in trouble. Her scent alone was enough to bring me to my knees. But the scared expression that was plastered onto her face and into her stance, that was enough to make me want to protect her with my own life.And I knew in that moment that it didn’t matter than I knew nothing about her, of even know what she looked like in her human form, I would step into the path of anyone or anything, even if it meant insta
“Si!” A girl shouts from somewhere down the hall. The sound of the front door slamming shut, and then hurried footsteps running up the stairs following shortly afterwards. “Iv got them Si!” The bedroom door is thrown open to reveal a very bedraggled and out of breath Chantelle puffing in the doorway.Chantelle, or Elle as we called her in the orphanage, had been my friend for as long as I could remember. We had both arrived at Blue Valley orphanage around the same time, both a similar age, and both completely unaware of where we came from. She was like the sister I never knew if I had, we were a bit like chalk and cheese in every way you can be. Not just in looks, but personality as well. I guess its true what they say, two opposites attract. Her outward, fun personality made up for my inwardly quiet one. Together we brought out the best in each other, and more times than not, Elle had my back, while I simply encouraged her to not let anyone bring her down.Elle was beautiful and con