Together again

4. Back to the party

Amy's POV

I walked through an ocean of people, trying to reach my destination. I was grateful that no one stopped me to talk or ask about my current situation. Most of them were already drunk or half-drunk, and engrossed in their own conversations, emotional goodbyes, or heavy make-out sessions.

At one point, my legs halted, rooted on the spot seeing Melissa Cathworth, the goody-two-shoes, quiet, reserved prude, dry humping our Behavioral Sciences lecturer, Dr. Theo Langdon. He was at least 20 years older than her, and could have been her father if not for his werewolf genes, which made him look no more than 25.

He was handsome, with his light brown hair, gray eyes and muscular body, but still the age difference was a little bit odd for an 18-year-old to be almost f*****g a man in public. Gross. But what can we do? If you feel the pull, you can’t resist it. And by the sounds they made in between the deep kissing, it surely meant they were mates.

At least one of us had been successful that night. If they were destined to be together, who was I to question the Moon Goddess’ choices? I shook my head, leaving them in their own happy world, and went forward.

The music turned out a little louder and the DJ decided to finally grace us with more modern vibes. When the beat of the next song reached my ears, my body immediately responded to the call and my hips swayed as my feet led me to the field where all the other colleagues were dancing. Reaching my fathers could wait.

I got lost in the music, my unsuccessful shift long forgotten, as I finally felt alive and let myself loose. The promise from this morning came back to me in waves. It was my day to be spontaneous and reckless. So I decided to give in to the mood for once.

The music didn’t stop and I felt like I was in a trance, dragged into the world that was yelling for me from the beginning. My hips swayed, my hands flew up over my head and my legs drove me to the middle of the dance floor. This was my time to shine.

When the music changed and the sensual beats of my favorite song hit my ears, I was on fire. I pushed away the bodies around me, giving me more space for what I was about to do. My arms spun around my body, my chest started to rise and fall in calculated movements while my legs bent in a way only a great dancer knew how to do. I danced with my whole body, lost in the rhythm.

As the song ended, I spun on my right heel, bending my left leg that was placed on my calf. I was laughing and almost out of breath when I felt strong arms stopping my moves and bringing my back against a hard body.

In a haze, I shot my hands up and placed them around the back of the neck of the unknown person who was pressed against me, not leaving any space between us. His face was hidden in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. Our hips decided to connect in a dance of their own before I was rudely pulled away, not even able to see the face of my partner in crime.

“I see you’re having fun as I asked you to do.”

As much as I loved her to bits and always enjoyed her company during our education, this time was different. She was an annoying blocker of the great time she suggested I have.

“Why did you do it, Greta? I was having my fun!” I whined when the warmth of the unknown body left me.

I felt cold all of a sudden and, if it made any sense, incomplete. I looked around to see if I could spot the man who had made me feel amazing and alive with just his hands on my hips. But all I noticed were my colleagues dancing together with no single male in sight that my body was craving.

“I’m leaving, Ams. It’s my time to say goodbye.” Her words put me out of my magical daze and my head snapped to look at her.

I saw the sadness in her eyes. She was reluctant to leave me at all, but we both knew that after this day we would all go our separate ways to achieve our goals. Still, I never wanted to acknowledge it. We were the ‘Med Bitches’ and although it had only been two years of my life, she was a very important person who had come into my life, lighting it up.

“I’m going to miss you, Greta. And it’s not an empty promise. I really am going to miss you.” I cried, realizing it was our last moment together.

I threw myself at her and hugged her small body so tightly that I would probably have broken a few of her ribs and cut the air flow to her lungs if she weren’t a werewolf herself. We stayed in that position for a very long time before she decided to pull herself back and look into my watery eyes.

“Promise to call, to be still in touch after today.” She tried to laugh at our current sad moment.

“I promise.” I simply answered.

Once the hugging, crying, and sniffing was done, we made our way to her parents' car, which was almost full of her overloaded bags they were unable to fit into the trunk. The cursing that mixed with the grunts as her father tried to close the trunk made me giggle.

“I’m going to miss you Ams, miss us, miss that sexy red monster that caused me to sit up straight in the seat the moment you hit the pedal or buckle up my seat belt, knowing the thrill of what would come next…” She said with a fond look, which then turned mischievous. “And definitely the throb in my p***y when you ignited the engine, making me shiver when that sexy purr came alive and all you want is to chase the release while changing the gear higher, driving away and filling your mind with thoughts of the upcoming high.”

She smirked while her eyes closed, remembering the moments of our super crazy days racing down the streets. That was Greta, all serious when she had to be, but more crazy when you were down and needed a little bit of fun.

I laughed and she smiled in triumph, knowing that her effort to cheer me up had succeeded. Then I sobered a bit, thinking about what awaited her at home. “Please, promise me you will kick that pompous asshole right in his balls after taking his Head Healer position.” I asked, knowing that was one of her goals: to tear down her pack’s misogynistic healer and make him bow to the little girl he had always ridiculed.

Her smile widened and I saw the determination in her eyes as she nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, I promise.”

With a final nod, a few more encouraging words, and a lot of emotional goodbyes, I walked her back to the car. I hugged her parents as well and while they took the front seats, waiting for Greta to jump in, I hugged her for the last time. In moments, she would leave me all alone for my new life to start.

She groaned in frustration and gestured to the car,

“It’s automatic. What did I do in my previous life to drive back home in a plain car that is not oozing sexy, dangerous, and mysterious, fitting with my personality?” She whined but climbed in the car, and after rolling down the window she screamed into the air her motto that was all I could think about tonight.

“Live while you can, regrets come later!”

I watched the car until it turned right and the rear view lights disappeared into the darkness. Even after the dust settled down and the sound of wheels turned into a flat whizzle far away, I still didn't move.

I was standing all by myself, watching the darkness that enveloped me the moment I heard the car hitting the road at full speed before I let the tears fall down my face once again that day. She was gone. My friend, who understood me, had now left me alone. After another few minutes of watching the empty road, I wiped away my tears again, but lost in my sad moment, I didn't notice a person standing a few feet away.

“Maybe now is a good time to finish our dance, after all?” I heard the deep voice behind me and the way he was getting close to me raised goosebumps on my skin. And not the pleasurable ones.

“What do you want, Jaden? It was just a dance, and I was out of my mind, lost in the heat of the night, so what makes you think I was waiting for you”? I asked, smugly turning around, and crossing my hands underneath my breasts.

“You enjoyed my body a while ago, so I thought it would be a little easier to get what I want. And if you're smart enough, you would know that I want you.” Jaden walked over to me with a smirk plastered on his face.

He was handsome, with a great athletic body, gray eyes, and perfectly combed brown hair. He was a vision, a model that was way too perfect to grace your presence, but all the werewolves looked like that; the wolf genes made them physically perfect. Admittedly, most girls who look at the perfection in front of me would be drooling. But for as handsome as he looked, he was also annoying as f**k with his overgrown ego and connection to the High Trinity, which he never failed to brag about. It all just made me see him as a cocky bastard.

“I need to go back to see my fathers and my pack. So, it was a pleasure to meet you Jaden, and I wish you all the best in your future career.” I said emotionlessly. I was trying to bypass him and go back to the party when I suddenly felt a painful grip on my shoulder, stopping me from going forward.

“Where do you think you’re going, Amy? I haven’t finished with you for tonight.” His breath was unpleasantly warm as he murmured in my ear, and a sudden feeling of terror washed over me from head to toes.

I tried to yank my arm from his grasp but every attempt was futile against his stronghold that kept me close to his body. All my senses screamed for me to run. My brain told me to mindlink my fathers for help, but without my wolf, I had no link. When I finally attempted the last resort to free myself from his clutches, Jaden put his other hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming for help at all.

“You’re MINE for tonight, and for the next nights onward.” He sucked my earlobe in a painful kiss as I felt my front meet the rough back of a tree, scratching my exposed skin over the shirt I had worn tonight. How come I didn’t realize that we were moving?

“J-Jaden… I’m not the one you are interes…” My words were cut short when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to the left and his eyes met mine.

His nostrils flared in excitement at smelling my fear, his eyes turned darker with lust, and his lips formed a smirk, knowing he had the upper hand in our situation. I was seconds from losing my battle to save myself from this monster.

I was a little girl compared to the wall of muscles pinning me down to bend me to his will, a scared woman trying to save herself from a man who was going to take advantage of her. I was a wolf-less girl trying to fight her way out of the arms of a fully developed, high-ranking warrior.

I was about to be raped by the man who had been trying to ask me out for a date for the last six months. And although I understood his playboy ways, I never imagined he would force himself on anyone without consent. So I tried to reason with him to make him see the wrongs in his actions.

“This is not what you want, Jaden! Your mate would never forgive you for this.” I screamed against the bark when I felt his hips grind into my ass with a satisfying grunt.

“Don’t speak of that w***e when I’m about to claim you.” He roared, while unbuckling his belt and pushing me harder into the tree to make me still in his hold. I hissed when the bark scraped my skin.

I felt his fingers reaching the front of my jeans to unzip the fly and my body tensed, trying to prevent him from reaching his goal. I started to cry and struggle in his arms, causing the bark to cut deeper into my flesh.

Where the f**k were the authorities to prevent this from happening?!?!?!?

His grunts turned into moans as he cupped my abdomen and his disgusting hand proceeded down to my pants. I instantly tried to cross my legs, but it only infuriated him more. With a low groan, he hit my left cheek, making me dizzy and unfocused. Injured, and slowly losing consciousness, I was the perfect victim for his upcoming crime.

Abruptly, the pressure of his body left, and my wobbly legs could not hold me up. I landed on the ground with a thud. My ears registered more than his disgusting groans. I looked up but saw the silhouette of another man, and heard the one voice that made my heart beat faster, my blood to pump in my veins, and my skin to feel tingles, craving to be touched. One moment, one second, one touch, and one rage-filled voice that made me feel safe and secure.

“MINE!”