The thin line between love and hate

Having second thoughts

LOGAN’S POV

After my messengers went around the town inviting the single female wolves to attend the party, I was happy with the feedback I got from them and the positive response that all of them gave me. According to them, a lot of the females were going to attend and I just knew that being surrounded by beautiful women was going to be a stress reliever for me.

I woke up in a better mood than I had previously been in since Aurora died, my mornings had been gloomy and I drank most of the time. Heavily drinking in the morning meant that I would be knocked out by the time the sunset and I barely did anything besides drink during my afternoons. However today was a different day for me, I woke up and the first thing I did was take a shower and then I put on some jeans and a simple white t-shirt. After that, I went into my office to catch up on some of the work that I had been putting off for the past week. I asked Nicolas to get an omega to bring me a warm cup of strong coffee when I started feeling the urge to drink. One thing I knew about my drinking habits was that if I began my day with a drink, it would go downhill from there.

I stayed in the office until the sunset because I had so much work to catch up on. Nicolas had every right to be upset with me because even though he had tried his best to fill in the gap, it was still clear that I had been slacking. His efforts didn’t make much of a difference to the workload that was in the office because most of it was paperwork from our logistics company that needed to be checked signed off by me, not to mention the number of emails that I had to respond to.

I got out of my office and headed to the ballroom to check on how the arrangements were going and everything was going perfectly. One thing I loved about my omegas was that they knew how to listen to instructions and follow them, I never really had to check up on them when they were performing a task. However today I wanted everything to be perfect and I didn’t want anything to ruin my night.

I had gone the extra mile of inviting some of my single alphas that were close friends of mine. I wanted them to come and maybe they would find their mates in my pack because I was in such a good and a sharing mood.

I went into my room and took a quick shower just to freshen up before the evening began and before my guests started arriving. Even though this was kind of a formal party and I was supposed to be dressed formally I opted for a semi-formal look. It was my favorite everyday look and a style that I preferred because it was comfortable and laid back, it didn’t make me look like an alpha who took himself too seriously.

After I was done getting dressed I sprayed on some of my favorite cologne and then headed downstairs to greet the guests that had already started arriving.

“Good job Nicolas,” I said as I walked up to him and Nicki

“All props go to Nicki,” he said looking over at his mate loving and then they kissed. I was kind of jealous, why couldn't I also get someone who understood me the way Nicki understood Nicolas? Their names even matched, the moon goddess must have been in a good mood when he matched them.

“So are you ready for tonight?” Nicki asked me

“More than ready,” I said with a wide grin and they both laughed

“I have to say that you are the first alpha that I know of that has ever thrown a party just to fish for women to replace…” Nicolas cut Nicki off before she could finish what she wanted to say, but I already knew what she wanted to say and I was fine with it. I knew that most of the guests at this party were probably going to be whispering in the corners about how I was moving on too fast but I chose not to be bothered about that.

Nothing…absolutely nothing was going to ruin my night.

REVA’S POV

I had spent most of my day lazying around in the house and now it was finally time for me to get ready for the party. If there was one thing that I did well, it was how to get ready for a party. I was so good at it to the extent that I would always be late for everything because I paid extra attention to how I looked, I always went by the principle that first impressions last and the impression I made today was going to be very important.

My aunt was very bid on independence and even though she was mated to an alpha, she often opted to dress herself to any occasion and she rarely accepted help from the Omegas. They always hosted parties and that forced me to learn how to apply my makeup because everyone often got busy and I told myself that if she could do it herself hen so could I.

I looked up to my aunt a lot because she had always played a motherly role to me.

I had picked out a black latex dress for myself because I liked the color black and the texture, I also picked it because I figured that the dress would be fitting for the occasion. After I was done bathing I slipped on the tight dress and it was at this point that I was starting to kind of regret my choice of outfit. I felt like a cheap w***e but it was too late to back out now, if I had any hope of getting any attention from a womanizer like Logan I had to stand out from the crowd. My plan for tonight was simple, I was going to play hard to get as soon as I got Logan’s attention. I could only imagine what rejection would mean to a man like him, and worst of all rejection that came from a girl that he was probably going to think was a cheap w***e.

After I slipped on the dress I quickly applied makeup on my face, I didn’t want to overdo the makeup because I felt that the dress would do more than enough damage to Logan and his lustful eyes. I opted for a natural with nude lipstick to match my simple makeup and then I got a little stuck when it came to styling my hair because I wasn’t sure which style would go with the way I was dressed. I decided to do a mid-part sleek low bun at the very last minute when I realized I was out of time and I was running late.

I slipped on my black stilettos and ran to my car as well as I could in them, I could hear my aunt’s voice in my head complaining about how I was always late for everything. It was a well-known family fact that I was very slow at getting ready and whenever we were going somewhere I would often have to follow everyone behind because I would have taken too long to get ready.

I got into my car and sped out of the driveway, I hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to let my father know that I was leaving because I was so late.

As I neared the packhouse I started getting nervous, the reality of what I was about to do was starting to sink in and I was having second thoughts about all the decisions that I had made thus far.