Omari
His eyes stared blanky forward, the car he was in speeding down the highway from the airport. Omari Scar was in Los Angeles at last.
“Alpha Omari,” Grace Atkins gave him a respectful nod and curtsy in greeting. He nodded at her, moving past her and into his hotel room for the time he would spend here. The pack members he took with him had also been given rooms at this same hotel. Best to keep them close, he thought. One never knows what might happen.
Darius, one of his men, walked into the room after giving a brief knock.
“Alpha Wayland wants to have a meeting tomorrow by 3.” Darius reported as soon as Omari turned to him to hear what he had to say.
Omari nodded at his words. “Make the arrangements. I will meet him here.” He paused a moment before continuing. “Have our tails been caught yet?” There was ice in his tone as he asked that.
Darius shook his head, “No, Alpha. We are working on locating their vehicles as soon as possible. Through that, we can trace them and discover their identities.”
“Do so, Darius. I need a report by tomorrow morning.” He turned away, clearly dismissing his subordinate. Darius got the message, bowing and turning to leave. The door was shut, and there was silence.
Omari walked towards the large windows. From there he could see the skyline, a large city with bustling life.
Yet his mind was on one thing.
His duties as the new Alpha of Scarlet Pack were numerous and ever increasing. He had the pack looking up to him to take over from where his father, now bedridden and dangerously ill, had stopped.
That was why he was in Los Angeles in the first place, away from his pack.
The Scarlet Pack had far too many enemies gunning for it. It seemed that as soon as his father had taken ill, like sharks sensing blood, they began to converge upon them, trying to circle them and wait for a break in the ranks. When there was, they would attack, tearing them up piece by piece.
Omari Scar was not scared; he was furious.
Just as today had shown, he could not afford to have one weakness.
Leaving the airport, he had been only about 10 minutes away from his hotel when he noticed that they were being tailed. Through some brilliant manoeuvring, he had his chauffeur drive around in circles, further and further way from where he was actually going to. After some time, his pack members, whom he had informed of the situation and given his orders to, had cornered his tailers, taking them on a high-speed chase while Omari made his way to his hotel.
He needed to be even more cautious. And he needed to find Silas Banes.
Only the renowned warlock he had heard of, would be able to give him the help he needed to defeat his enemies and protect his pack, once and for all.
Silas had been seen last in the city of Angels. It would be here that they would begin their search, he thought resolutely. And they would find him, no matter what.
Time passed by as Omari settled in, burying himself in work; even as he was travelling, he had to take his work with him. Therefore, he worked slowly though the reports he had received from his pack members on the various missions they had been on that week. He liked written reports even more than verbal reports – as his father had taught him from a very young age, record keeping was important, and building the archives of the Pack was a way for the past generations to teach the future ones about how the Pack has been run in years to come. However, he admitted that it was a mindless task to do, reading up and signing off on the reports. As Alpha of the Pack, it was his duty.
The day had passed by so quickly whilst Omari worked, and as the sun had fully set, he recalled the meeting he had set by 9pm that night.
Soon, he was dressed in his finest, most luxurious clothes, entering his car and ordering the chauffeur to take him to Neon Strip Club. He knew of the owner, Ryan Poole, and his connections which made him the most reputable person to go to for news in the supernatural world. Omari had sent Darius a day ahead of him, to meet Ryan and arrange a meeting. It was his starting point.
He watched the city streetlights go by, various sights and sounds and smells around him that could make anyone’s head turn.
The car stopped at a building where the garish neon pink, blue and red signage kept glowing. The Alpha shook his head, moving towards the entrance of the club.
After a few words and moments of waiting, he was inside the strip club, being led by a scantily clad girl to the door of the owner. He knocked once, opening the door to see a middle-aged bald man sitting behind the desk of which a plaque said ‘Ryan Poole’.
The man stood, smiling lightly and walking over to shake Omari’s hand. “Alpha Omari of the Scarlet Pack, I presume?”
“I am. And you must be Ryan Poole.”
“That I am,” the man gave a hearty chuckle, Omari’s face not giving so much as a twitch of a smile.
Soon, they were seated. After being served refreshments by yet another scantily clad girl, Ryan made to lock the door of his office, turning to the Alpha seated with a more serious expression than he had sported before.
Time to get down to business, Omari thought.
An hour passed before Omari emerged from the small yet comfortable office. He began to make his way out, slowly, through the strip club that was somehow even fuller than it was before. Omari found himself pausing, just as he was halfway through.
He had achieved what he came here for, he reasoned. Why not just sit and enjoy a few shows? It would not cause any harm.
With that mindset, Omari took a seat at one of the more comfortable chairs, ordering a random alcoholic beverage which he sipped every now and then. His eyes wandered round the club, settling on the dancers now leaving the stage, to be replaced by different ones.
The music in combination with the drink he had almost finished made this a more enjoyable experience for him. After all, it had been a long time since he partook in anything which was only for him, and not related to Pack business.
All at once, he caught a whiff of the most enticing scent he had ever perceived. The Alpha werewolf straightened, head whipping to the side, trying to spot where he had sensed it, up on the dancer’s stage.
His eyes were drawn to the dancer on the rightmost pole. She looked gorgeous, wearing a flimsy two-piece set that looked to be pink and purple under the dim lighting. She had just gotten on stage, and her performance was about to start.
This dancer was who this scent belonged to. But how, and why? Omari’s mind whirled, eyes caught in a spell, watching the dancer elegantly climb the pole, performing her number with a vigour that took his breath away.
He could not stop watching. She swayed her hips to the beat of the music, the tassels on her sequinned set swinging with every turn. She twirled on the too-high heels she wore, grabbing the pole and bringing her body to it with a swift movement, dropping into a split. The girl kept dancing, her hair wild and beautiful. Omari watched her, eyes intent on capturing her image.
Then, as if she could sense being watched by him, she turned, glancing his way.
His eyes caught hers as she gazed at him with those eyes that looked like molten chocolate.
Right then and there, Omari knew.
MaceyWho was he?Her mind whirled as she danced, twirling and turning this way and that, ignoring the whoops and cheers of the mostly-drunk patrons of the club.Only five minutes ago, she had begun her routine, dancing to a beat she barely recognized. The DJ was in top form tonight, she thought with a slight smile, and the beats were enticing to move to. The beauty of the dance, however, was shown in the skill.And being a pro by now, she was skilful, and showed it off with every twitch of muscle in her body.Before long, she had noticed a burning stare on her. She was used to being looked at while performing, in fact, it was a given. Business would fail if they were unable to catch the patrons’ attention. This feeling, however, was different.Macey’s eyes searched out amongst the crowd as she kept dancing, her body having a mind of its own It was only after she had dropped nimbly into a spilt and gotten up just as quickly, that she finally knew.With a whip of her head, she turned t
Macey was now out of the stage, she took all her money that was given to her for dancing and she was now on her way out of the clubhouse. At first she thought of just going towards the stage to meet that guy she had saw earlier, but tried to kicked off the urge to go there. She needed to go home since she was done with that night and she has been paid the money she needed for that night, but she felt a strong urge to see the guy again. Soon she walked into the clubhouse again and she tried to find the man she had saw earlier but got stopped by a drunk man who was trying to take advantage of her. The man grabbed her hand and bends over to kiss her. "Let go of me this minute." Macey yelled and tried to remove her hand from the drunk man, but his gripped on her was so strong. She kept trying to released herself from him but couldn't. While the man kept trying his best to kiss her on the lips but she would quickly move her lips away before he would even think of kissing her.She kept tryi
They came together, both their bodies convulsing as. Both their moans filled the air as her back arched wildly. Both their moans filled the air at their tumultuous orgasm. Omari removed both Macey legs from his shoulders, dropping them to the bed before falling to the space right beside her, both of them breathing heavily. Despite knowing they should clean up, they were just too tired to move an inch.Yet the exhaustion from the activities were too much and she could not withstand the feelings of contentment bringing her into a relaxed state. She was in so deep that she did not realize when her eyes closed shut and her breath relaxed until she had fallen asleep. As her breaths slowed down, he looked at her, admiring how much younger she looked when relaxed. It was amazing how he had met his mate he had never expected-a club; of all places- he was glad to have met her either way. Before, he was already prepared to live a life alone focused on doing the best for his pack. Now that h
Immediately she opened the door, Anna smiled at her from the door and she quickly returned the smile too. "Come in dear." Macey said, and gave way for her to walk in. Which she did happily. Anna went into the house and Macey quickly shut the door behind her. By then Anna was already sitting in a chair in the sitting room. Macey walked over to her and sat beside her on the couch and they both turned over to each other."So best, you are welcome and what can I offend you?" Macey asked."Anything you choose to do,is totally ok by me." Anna replied."Ok then, I will be back in a minute." Macey said, as she stood up from the couch beside her and started walking over to the kitchen.Macey headed straight to the refrigerator immediately she got into her kitchen, and flipped it open before taking out a fruit juice. She shut the refrigerator back and went over to her ranger and grabbed a glass before walking out of the kitchen. She returned back to the sitting room with the fruit juice and gla
Macey walked into the sitting room and saw Anna focused on the TV. She sighed and slowly walked towards her. She had her seat on the couch beside her and also faced the TV too. Anna on the other hand didn't bother to spare Macey a glance but rather she was totally focused on the movie on display. They both remain seated there without saying anything to each other as they try to remain focused on the TV. But actually Macey has a lot on her mind, she would like to change with Anna, but of course she knows Anna won't be reasonable at the moment. Since something else was actually taking her attention, it was best if she waited until the movie would be finally over.Soon the movie finally came to an end and Anna sighed softly, seeing the movie actually had the happy ending she has always wanted to see. Macey remained lost in thought and didn't even notice that the movie had finally come to an end. Honestly Macey just couldn't wait to get to the clubhouse that evening because she was going
Macey felt so sad beyond comparison as she remained seated with Anna as they both waited for the stranger. But after about an hour, he still didn't show up and Macey decided he just saw her cheap for that night and that was the only reason he had dropped the money behind before leaving. "Anna, he isn't coming, let's just go now." Macey said,"Let's just wait a little longer, maybe he was delayed by something." Anna replied."There is no point waiting before we have been waiting for him to come for hours now, and remember we even came to the clubhouse an hour earlier than my usual time. So I'm so convinced that he isn't coming." Macey said,"Hmm," Anna sighed and glanced around the clubhouse one more thing, like she knows the stranger too. "It's ok Macey, let's get going then." Anna told her, and started standing up from her seat. While Macey also did the same and they both started walking out of the clubhouse.Macey actually felt so sad, but she tried so well to hide her sadness and
Macey and Anna remained in the sitting room for hours until it was finally noon. Anna glanced at Macey's direction seeing that she hasn't sat any word since, but she knows for sure, that was unlike Macey. She was the calm type of person and must really have felt something special for that strange guy that just disappeared into thin air. She wished she could just help Macey find the guy, but that isn't possible and she doesn't even know the guy's face. So now what she has to do is to try to make Macey forget totally about the strange guy. She would ensure that. The movie she was watching has finally come to an end,so since Macey wasn't lost in thought it would be a good thing,if she goes over to the kitchen and prepares them lunch. She would let Macey think things through even if it just for a little bit, but she definitely needs to.She sighed and stood up from the couch she was sitting before turning over to Macey who was still lost in thought. She glanced at Macey one more time befo
Anna returned the smile. "Good morning dear." Anna greeted her."Yes, good morning." Macey replied, while still standing at the entrance of the house and didn't bother giving way for Anna to come in."How was your night? And hope you slept well?" Anna asked."My night was fine, and I also slept so well, knowing you would be here this morning." Macey said, with a wild smile plastered on her face."Ok, that's much better, but don't you want to let me in?" Anna asked."Oh my bad, please come in." Macey said, and quickly gave way for her to walk in.Anna walked in and Macey shut the door behind them. Anna walked over to a couch and helped herself with a couch, while she said went to have her seat beside Anna. "So how have you been, all these while?" Anna asked."I'm just ok, but I can't say I'm good." Macey said,"Oh ok,so how are you feeling right now?" Anna asked, while checking her temperature."You can see for yourself, and I'm actually feeling cold right now, even though it's cold o