Chapter 2: Your Worst nightmare

I could how irritated she was at my words, and smiles inwardly. 

“In your dreams,” she sneers with a look of disgust. 

I smile wolfishly at her as I reply, while holding my ringing phone to my ear. “Oh darling you do not want to know what I do with you in my dreams.” I wink. 

“Ew!” She hissed, making a face, before her expression turned furious. I could see the vein her forehead throbbing, looking ready to combust. She opens her mouth to speak, but I raised one finger halting her words. 

She glared at me and I looked around making sure no sharp object is within reach. 

“John, please could you and your boys come pick up my car and my–”

I look at her wondering how to address her. Soraya and I grew up together and since our first meeting we have never seen eye to eye. I don’t know for whatever reason the blonde hates my guts. 

“My friend’s car.” 

“I am not your friend,” she hissed. 

I chuckle at her childish behaviour. 

“Pardon me, my enemy’s car,” I joke into the phone, and earned myself a glare from the blonde a few feet away. 

“Anyways, see you….never,” she adds after a dramatic pause and walks away.

“Hey! What about your car?” I called after her. 

“You hit it, you fix it.” 

My body shivers at her first words. Oh!!! How I would love to hit it. I smirk inwardly, and then jumps back to my senses when I realised how rude I was acting. Get it together, Draven, I scold myself. 

I leaned my body against my car to wait for the mechanic to come pick the cars. 

Two ladies dressed to kill, heading into the clubs, looks my way, openly staring with interest. I catch them looking and wink. I smirked when they blushed and hurried off. 

John and one of his crew arrives a few minutes later. John is a pack member, one of the warriors, and a man in his middle thirties. He runs a successful mechanic shop in town, and lives with his mate and two daughters. 

He is family, and one of the closest relationship to the family. 

“Draven,” he greets with a respectful bow. I am the first child of my father, and expected to rule the Nightshade Pack in the feature, so the Pack members treats me like their feature Alpha. 

I return his greeting before taking him to see the car. He winced at the huge dent on the red car, and raised a brow when he looked at me. 

I blush slightly, with an embarrassed smile. 

“Whose car is this?” He asked curiously. 

I hesitate for a second before answering. “Soraya.” 

His brow climbed his hairline again. “I am surprised you are still alive,” he mutters bending down to look at the damage again. 

“Believe me she flayed me alive,” I say recalling the blonde’s scolding. 

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” John laughed. “She has always been a feisty little thing.” 

“Wouldn’t it be great if you two become mates.” 

“Shush, don’t let her hear you,” I joke looking around. 

John laughs again. “I will take this baby back to the shop. Me and my boys would get it ready as new for you.” 

“When can I pick it up?”

“Tomorrow.” 

John drove away with my car, while his boy drove hers. 

I walked into the club and found Tarren. He and a couple of our friends are at the VIP section. 

My uncle owns the establishment and as such we do not need an ID to enter. 

I get to the mezzanine to find Tarren with two girls on his laps having a good time, and te table filled with expensive drinks. 

Tony, Fred, and Andre, our friends all had women with them, smoking and drinking. 

The boys smile and stand to greet me when I arrived. I sat across from Tarren and rolled my eyes when I find him locked lips with the girl on his left, while fondling the girl on the right. 

Tarren is a chronic unapologetic womanizer. 

A few seconds later, he pulls away from the lips he was sucking to look in my direction, his brow raised at me. “What took you so long, bro?”

“Ran into Soraya,” I say relaxing back against the red sofa, and crossing my legs, revealing my expensive red Jordan sneakers. 

“Ah.” He sits upright and leans towards me. “Bro, when are you going to make that girl yours?” Tarren asks with a twinkle in his blue eyes. “You have been lusting after her for years.”

He knows of my crush on the beautiful blonde. 

I ignore him. I am bidding my time. 

“What happened?” Andre asked, his light brown eyes glowing with curiosity. Just like Tarren, he is blonde, but wears his short, shaved on one side, while Tarren wears his long. 

I tell my friends everything that happened earlier between Soraya and I. They laughed. 

“I am surprised you are still breathing,” Tony jokes. They all know about the ongoing feud between Soraya and I. 

I shrug and get to my feet. 

While standing I search the crowd downstairs for the blonde curls that defies me at every turn. It took a second before I found her and when I did she was being led out of the door by a group of teenage boys with a bad look on their faces. 

“Fuck!” I exclaim and ran off, ignoring my friends and twin skiing what the problem is. 

I hurry out the back door to find an empty doorway, the boys and Soraya nowhere to be found. 

I hurry toward the alley not far ahead and there I see them. 

Soraya lies on the ground, her short dress drawn up exposing her, and the boys stood above her arguing who gets to go first. 

My fist curls into my palms as my claws extend. 

Seeing the blonde helpless on the ground, Hunter roars in my mind, coming out to the surface causing my brown eyes to change colour.

“Hello, boys,” I drawl coldly attracting their attention. “Mind if I cut in?”

In the darkness surrounding us, and with my baseball cap on they can’t see my face. They wheel around to face me, a look of shock their faces. They had not expected to be interrupted. 

The shocked look turned into a look of anger when they saw I was alone. 

“Why don’t you move along, pal,” one of them growled, trying to be intimidated. 

I scoff at his fibble act. 

My expression hardening I shake my head at his request. “Can’t. The girl you have down there belongs to me, and I take an exception to people messing with my things.” 

They looked from me to the blonde on the ground and then back to me, the one who spoke earlier spotting a sick grin. 

“I don’t think so pal. The blonde here is hot, and we found her. That means she belongs to us, right boys?” He looks behind him and the four boys behind him nods. 

He faces me, a snarl on his face as he extracts a knife from his pocket. “Why don’t you run along, Pal, before I make you,” he smirks. 

I moved, and neither human eyes watching saw me move. The only thing they saw was their comarade on the floor screaming on the ground cradling his right arm, his knife in my hand. 

They gawked with their jaw on the floor. They looked from their fallen friend to me, their face dumbfounded, and that is when they saw my face. 

Their shocked faces became horrified and they took a fearful step back from me. “What the fuck are you?” One of them asked, his face pale. 

Most humans don’t know of our existence. 

“Your worst nightmare,” I growl.