6. Camilla

Camilla

My hands trembled violently as I stood alone across the bartender.

"Miss? Can I get you something?"

I looked at the bartender whose eyes suddenly gleamed with delight when he saw me. As if in a trance, his lips parted but he remained speechless. I shake my head slightly, giving him a smile.

I sigh. I shouldn't have come here. My heart is racing incredibly fast as I imagined the murderous expression on my father's face once he finds out I disobeyed him again. And worse, now Angela is involved.

After Angela did my make-up and even chose a sexy, seductive dress I certainly wouldn't pick for myself, she orchestrated her so-called brilliant plan and led us out of there without a hunch. Somehow, we were able to make it outside of the pack house. There was a car waiting as we stepped outside the back door making me halt in my steps. 'Let's go, we don't have much time,' Angela told me through mind link as she ushered me in. I reluctantly took her hand and climbed in the car and taking a deep breath.

Angela giggled, nudging me with her elbow.

"Well done, sis,"

I looked at her in disbelief. How can she be so calm about all this?

I sighed, "Just make sure we get home by three a.m." I said in a strict tone, making her roll her eyes playfully and mumble, "Party pooper,"

At the bar--

"Here,"

My head snaps at the sound of Angela's voice. She hands me a drink and I take it. I don't really drink much, I'm here now. Better make the best of it or I'll regret it once I get beaten up again tomorrow.

I downed the whole thing in one gulp and handed it back to Angela.

She grins, looking at the empty glass, "I'll reserve a room for us and be back with more drinks!" She says cheerfully and I nod.

Within a second, she disappears into the crowd.

I furrowed my brows, anxiety kicking in as I think about what my father would do once he realizes I am gone.

He said I need to prepare for a meeting with someone very important tomorrow. If I don't get back in time, I won't guarantee that I would only end up with a few hundred slashes on my back.

Sighing, I move to sit on the bar stool when an ominous feeling suddenly washes over me.

My wolf prances in my mind. "Dana, what's wrong?" I ask her but she simply heaves. I could feel her restlessness. I ask her again but she doesn't respond.

Just then, I felt a strong, dangerous presence looming close behind me. Image of those red eyes flashed through my mind, and I slowly turn myself around, my heart pounding.

I find myself staring at a man in a black and white suit, with shoulder length wavy blonde-hair and light blue eyes. He exuded a cool yet strict aura about him, but not dangerous.

I blinked at him. Is he the presence that made my senses go on high alert? I thought.

"My name is Fergus. I'm here to give you your keycard," he said politely in a thick British accent while bowing his head.

I stared at the keycard, wondering if this was the room Angela booked for us. My gaze traveled back to the tall man whose head is still bowed. I take the keycard and place a hand on his shoulder, "Please, no need for that,"

I am not used to people bowing their heads to me, I am not royalty. Even as an alpha's daughter, I was never treated like one except on official business meetings.

The man's eyes lit up and his lips arched up into a small smile.

I returned the smile when I hear Angela calling for me. My head snaps to her direction.

"Guess what? I got a room reserved on the top floor!" she informs me, and I nod still not picking up on the cheerful vibe she's put out for me all night long.

When I turn my gaze back to the man, he was gone.

A couple more drinks later, I am starting to feel very uneasy. And hot. My body is tingling all over. And my head is spinning like crazy.

I groan. What is wrong with me? I only drunk half of the dozen drinks Angela ordered, and now she is nowhere to be found. She left some time ago, and I am starting to feel nauseous and breathless. Yet at the same time, I wanted this. I wanted to drink 'til I'm wasted and passed out so the alcohol would drown out the pain I feel in my heart.

I hung my head and laid my arms out on the bar before burying my forehead in my hand. Dash...

How could he?

How could he throw away five years of our relationship for one night of pleasure? Was it truly that worth it? Was it something that he thirsted for so much that he would care less about how I felt when I find out he betrayed me? And worse, I was going to give him everything. I was finally going to toss my virginity away to prove how much I love him, but I bet that's what he only wanted all along.

Suddenly, adrenaline spikes through me after I downed my last drink. Fuck it.

Mate or not, I am going to have a hell of a good time even if it means I would end hooking up with a stranger tonight.

Groaning, I force my body up and scan the people in the bar. The beat of the loud music pounded in my ears, making my head throb but it was manageable. I freeze when my gaze falls on a tall, strong-looking man with dirty blonde hair and broad shoulders. His back was turned so I could not see his face, but from the side angle I could tell he was handsome.

I smirked. He'll do, I thought to myself adjusting my dress and tossing my dark brown curls back before making a catwalk towards him.

I tapped his shoulder and was about to introduce myself when he turned around.

My eyes widened fleetingly.

His face instantly turned from a look of annoyance to recognition once he locked eyes with me, and I turn on my heel, about to scurry off when he grabs my hand and spins me around to face him.

"Cami? What on earth are you doing here?" He asks angrily, tightening his grip on my wrist and I yank it back. My skin crawling at his touch as the pain of betrayal rushes through me like adrenaline.

"Why do you care?" I spat, glaring daggers at him.

He frowned, not expecting my reaction. I had never raised my voice whenever I am with him, but right now I just didn't care.

"What do you mean? You're my mate," he shots back as if I'm stupid.

I scoffed, "Yeah well, not anymore." I murmured before looking him dead in the eye.

"What?" His brows furrowed, moving to grab my hand but I sidestepped him. A mixture of anger and pain spiralling in my veins as I make my final decision.

"I, Camilla Sinclair, reject you, Dash Axton Blackwell, to be my mate!" As soon as the words left my lips, I felt the bond tying me to him sever and shatter into a million broken pieces. My wolf howls out in pain and agony, but I know she understands.

He snarled, clutching his chest and writhing in pain. A few moments later, a crowd began to form around us. Some of them were snapping pictures when Dash walked towards me, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the bar. I am too weak to fight back, and besides my body is getting hotter and hotter by the second.

He rips through the door, slams my back against the wall, and presses his muscular body hard against me and I moaned unintentionally.

My body is hot as fire, and with Dash pressing his hard-on against me, I could not seem to get my body under control. As if it has a mind if its own, it starts grinding against him, rubbing my hardened nipples against his chest which my mind protested strongly against.

The murder in his eyes shifts into lust as he eyes my cleavage and exposed thighs.

I scowl, recognizing this expression.

"You slut, rejecting me then trying to seduce me? I will make you pay for what you did. I will make you regret rejecting me, my virgin mate," he says gruffly with a promise in his voice.

Fear engulfs me as I try to push him away but my body is too weak to fight. He smirks, seeing me in such a weak state, making me wish I had not drunk too much.

He hauls me up and throws my head over his back.

"Dash, let me go!" I scream but he doesn't listen.

I try to mind link Angela who has been missing in action for over an hour now, but she doesn't respond.

The next thing I know, he throws me into a bed and strips off his clothes.

My eyes grow wide when I saw him unleash his cock, the tip of it shining with a bead of pre-cum terrifying me.

Damn it Camilla wake up!

In that brief moment, I shot up and kneed him between the legs, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

He cusses and steps back giving me the opportunity for escape.

I managed to dash out of the room as fast as I can and to the stairwell closest to me.

"Get back here you fucking bitch!!!"

My heart thudded furiously, knowing I have angered Dash whose voice is getting closer. But then hope sparks in my eyes as I remember the keycard.

Snatching it from my purse, I glimpse at the room number and saw it almost immediately. Fate must be on my side because I managed to get in before Dash came screaming my name and cussing outside the door.

A minute later, I am panting and the persistent pain between my legs grew more intense, compelling my hand to move down my clit when a strong hand snatches my wrist.

It was dark, but when I looked up I am met with a pair of glowing red eyes, piercing my soul.

"Who are you?" His voice was deep and husky as his breath pressed against my neck and turning me on.

Unable to control myself any longer, I crashed my lips against his, banishing all reason out the window and riding the wave of lust and desire that sent sparks shooting across my skin, straight to my virgin core.