Her secret mate

Party I

It had been an hour since we entered the party, but it felt like it was an eternity ago.

We were always surrounded by people, they all wanted his attention and all I wanted to do was go home and be with Darcy. But I guess it will be quite a while until I get my wish.

If one thing I learned over the years, it was that there will always be someone who wants to talk to him, someone who wants to tell him a story or to compliment him, someone who just casually mentions their families or pack problem, that Darcy could solve by just mentioning it to his father or to one of his powerful friends.

In all senses and purposes, he was the king of the academy and every family forced their children to make a good impression on him.

Personally, I found it sickening.

They did not really care about him, they just wanted something from him.

All of them were using him to clean up messes that they were not strong enough to clean by themselves. All of them were playing political games at the hands of their children because they do not have enough influence to do it themselves, so Darcy is always surrounded by those leeches.

And Darcy, being trained to always be diplomatic and the pure image of a perfect alpha, never turned them down. He gave them time and smiled, promising to look into whatever outrageous requests were thrown at him.

It was one of the few things we always disagree on.

Some tried to do the same with me, but I shot them down faster than words left their mouths.

I refused to be a pan in their games and even if I wanted to help them in any way, my father would never listen to me. Being born a girl was my biggest sin in his eyes and he would never let me live it down.

Few things hurt as much as seeing the complete disappointment in your parent's eyes, especially when what they are disappointed in is not something you can change.

"Is everything okay?"

Dacry whispered into my ear.

"I guess..."

"You have gotten tense all of a sudden. Do you want something to drink or eat?"

As much as he annoys me, just because we are the complete opposites of each other, I know that he cares about me. He cares about me more than anyone else ever did in my life.

I still felt butterflies when he noticed the little things about me that no one ever cared to notice before.

Feeling flustered by his attention, I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his shoulder as he laid a soft kiss on my forehead.

I know that if I told him that I really wanted to go home right now, he would probably take me, but I know that he needed to be here. So, with a fake smile on my face, I said.

"A drink would be good."

"Okay, do you want your usual?"

"Mhmm..."

I nodded slightly, my face still pressed to his shoulder.

"Oliver, get Val a Mohito and scotch for me."

"Yes, Darcy."

Oliver was one of Darcy's groupy... well, okay, Oliver really wanted to be Darcy's friend or more like Oliver's father wanted him to be friends with Darcy. The only issue is that Darcy doesn't let people get close to him that easily and Oliver was very desperate.

Another issue about Oliver, that Darcy refuses to see, is that Oliver is obsessed with Darcy and, I mean, a stoker standing by your window, level of obsessed. I am pretty sure he is in love with Darcy, but any time I try to point it out to him, Darcy shoots it down, making it all a joke.

So I let it be, the only issue with all this is that Oliver hates me with all his soul and that is quite hilarious in its own twisted way.

Every time he looks at me, you can see the hatred in his eyes.

I feel safe about my relationship with Darcy and I know that Oliver wouldn't dare to move against me, because he and his pack are not as strong as my father's, but also because he knew that Darcy would defend me with everything he has. If he was as stupid as to move against me in any way, Darcy would squash him and he would lose his stance, not only in Darcy's eyes but in the whole werewolf society. It generally would be suicide and he would take his pack down with him.

Darcy's hand moved around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest, and my train of thought was severed. All I can feel right now was the warmth radiating from his body.

Strange how a single touch can erase the whole world around you.

Darcy's scent filled my lungs and, for the first time in hours, I felt complete.

"Give me an hour and then we can go."

I almost jumped with joy. No matter how hard I was trying to play coy, he could see right through my lies.

Not able to stop myself, I rose to my tip toes and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, I know that you want to stay..."

"What I want is to spend the last night with my girl. God knows it will be a long week and we both know that there will be very little time for me even to text you. Father has a full schedule planned for me, so we have to enjoy each other while we can."

A little tingle of sadness stung my heart as he reminded me that we would probably be completely out of contact for the next week.

I felt the need to be even closer to him, so I buried my face in his neck. Letting my lungs fill with his scent as he wrapped his hands tighter around my waist.

We are still together and I already miss him, how is that even possible?