His, Forever

Please vote for my story for the reader's choice award! I will really appreciate all the support I can get! Olivia's P.O.V Casey just finished her hour long rant, bawling and crying about Carter. Apparently her loser boyfriend, who I've been telling her to dump for months now, cheated on her or she caught him cheating on her. He's the biggest jerk I have ever met and was constantly checking out and flirting with other girls. Every time she wasn't looking or went out the room, he would start touching me inappropriately or get too close. Of course I told Casey and she confronted him about it but all he had to do was say I misunderstood, give her a kiss and all was forgiven. Casey has been my best friend since we were four years old. We've been through everything together: break ups, fights, high school, our first periods. The thing I love her for most though is how she helped me when my family died.  I had just turned 16 when my mum, dad and four year old brother got in a car accident. It broke me and Casey was kind enough to take me in. Our families had always been close and I thought of her parents as mine and Casey as my sister. Being the amazing best friend that I am, I agreed to take her to Liquid, the hottest new werewolf club that just opened up, to try and cheer her up.  We live in the small town of Lake falls. A predominantly werewolf city, with a few humans of course, but they don't suspect anything since we can shift whenever we like.  I've lived here my whole life, therefore I'm certain that my mate isn't here but somewhere out there in the world waiting for me. I have a pretty good relationship with my wolf, Aria, apart from the fact that she is a lot more hot-headed and sassier than me.  I've been trying to find my mate ever since I turned eighteen, 9 months ago, but I've had no luck which does not bode well with Aria. Finding your mate is the best thing that can happen to a werewolf and once you find that one person destined to be with you, created for you, then you never want to let them go. I'm just waiting for the day I find mine. I always thought that it would be my childhood sweetheart Ethan, but when he turned eighteen and screamed mate out loud in chemistry, when Lucy Green walked into the classroom my heart broke. However, I'm happy for him now. Time passed and we've actually all become great friends. I realise now that me and Ethan were more best friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. My thoughts are interrupted by several loud knocks on my door. "Hurry up! I need to get drunk now." She screams, making me laugh as I open the door. Casey was always the extrovert out of the two of us.  She loved partying and staying out until two o'clock in the morning, whereas I would very much rather stay at home all night curled up on the sofa reading a book or binge-watching Netflix.  I guess it's a good thing though because I sort of keep her grounded and she pushes me out into the world to socialise. You know what they say, opposites attract.  My mouth gapes as I see what she's wearing. It's one of the most provocative dresses I've ever seen. The neckline allows her breasts to practically spill out, and it has a huge slit near the thigh going all the way up to her ass. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun, exposing her pale neck.  I on the other hand, went for a two piece red crop top and tight mini skirt, which barely covered my ass and showed off my tanned legs and stomach. My raven locks hung just below my waist and was curled at the ends. I finished off the look with my favourite red Chanel lipstick, making my plump lips stand out.  "I know, I know. I'm dressed like a slut." She says as we make our way to our Uber, parked outside my apartment building.                                                                                                                                                     "You could say that, it's literally a piece of cloth." I give her a pointed look and she just scoffed in reply.    "Yeah but Carter hated this dress. I remember once we got into a huge argument because I was panning to wear it on a night out and he called me a w***e. Then, when I found him humping some slut in our bed, I decided to wear it in-front of him, give him the middle finger and leave. Anyway, it makes me look hot and I need it if I'm gonna get laid." I simply rolled my eyes at her antics, as I rested my back against the cool leather seat. When arrive outside the club I throw the Uber driver some money and begin to walk to the back of the  long queue, it'll probably take us all night to just get in. Casey is quick to grab my arm though and throws her head back as she laughs at me.  "Oh, Olivia you're too cute!" She taps my nose, with her perfectly manicured finger, and drags me to the front of the queue.  I watch how the bouncer's grumpy expression morphs into joy as he notices Casey practically skipping towards him.  "Hey," She whispers, seductively biting her bottom lip, as she does. A small smirk forms on his face, as he opens up the door for us. She places a lingering kiss on his cheek and flips off everyone else, who's now shouting at us for cutting the line.  Sometimes I really wish I had her courage, I'm kind of a push over. Not by choice, it's just I always want to please everyone. I guess it stems from my childhood, when all I ever wanted was to impress my dad.  "Did you really think that I would make us stand in the f*****g cold for an hours?" She said as we entered the busy club. The stench of alcohol and s*x filled my nose as we walked further into the dark room. The only light sources seemed to be the glittering disco balls, hanging from the ceilings, and the different coloured spotlights shining everywhere. Music blared out of the speakers, at such a high volume, I was scared my ear drums might shatter.   Machines filled the room with fog, adding to the sense of mystery about the place, and people were grinding all over each other on the dance floor. I mean, they're practically f*****g each other with clothes on. I immediately regretted my decision to come out and knew that the only way I was going to make it through the night was if I got drunk.  "I'm going to the bar." I screamed to Casey over the loud music. She gave me a small nod and screamed back. "Vodka tonic!" I had to push through a crowd of sweaty individuals to make it to the bar and then stand there for at least ten minutes trying to get the bartender's attention.  The jerk was just stood there flirting with some girls that were definitely too young to even be here, never mind sleep with a thirty old balding bartender. It took me screaming at him for him to finally notice me and give me my drinks. I mean seriously, how hard is it to make two drinks.   I scoffed down my drink, ordered another and then chucked that down my throat, trying to ignore the burning sensation I felt as it travelled down my throat. Feeling the buzz of the drinks, I headed over to the dance floor, passing Casey her drink which she downs as fast as I did.  We started to dance to the music and I let go, just enjoying the feeling of being free for once. Suddenly, I felt two large hands on my waist and someone grinding against me from behind me.  At first I liked the attention, grinding with him and putting my arms behind his neck but he started to move his hands further down my skirt, gripping my ass, making me feel uncomfortable. His callous fingers gripped bare my thigh, whilst his other hand was trying to make it's way under my skirt.   I tried to shrug him off but he kept a tight grip on my waist, digging his sharp nails into me. He brought one hand up and tightly squeezed my breast. Okay, that's it.  I elbowed him hard in the stomach and heard him grunt in pain. He let go of me and I pushed him away, before walking away back towards the bar. Don't get me wrong I like the attention I get from guys, but no-one has got anywhere close to there. Not even Ethan, when we dated we agreed to not sleep together because we both wanted to save ourselves for our mates and I still stand by that.  My vision started to become slightly blurred, the effects of the drinks slowly taking place,  so I decided to go outside and get some air. I looked over to see Casey dancing with some random guy and looking like she was having a good time, so I decided not to disturb her.  I walked outside, the cold air making me feel instantly better. I noticed a small alleyway behind the club and headed towards it, wanting some much needed privacy. I took out my phone and began scrolling down my messages.  Now that me and Casey are through, wondering if you want to hook up? - Carter  Eww! I can't believe the bastard, it's barely been a few hours and he is already trying to sleep with me. I went into my contacts and deleted his numbers. Now that him and Casey are through, there's now need for me to have to socialise with him anymore. I leant against the wall behind me, and started to scroll through my i********:. Suddenly I'm pushed into the wall, my head colliding with the hard surface and my phone falling to the ground.The stranger came close to my face and whispered in my ear "I didn't like the way you elbowed me when I was dancing with you. I think I should be compensated on what I missed out on."  I could smell the alcohol on his breath and started to panic.  "Please! Let me go." I begged starting to squirm to get out of his tight grip. "Stay b***h or I'll make this hurt even more." He sneered in my ear, whilst itching his hand up towards my skirt.  I tried to move my arms to punch him or move my legs to kick him, but it was clear by his strength that he was either a beta or a third. I closed my eyes waiting for him to violate my innocent body. I could feel his hands on my bare skin, one lifting my skirt and the other, slowly pulling down the straps of my top. He put his cold finger on the band of my underwear when I heard a deep growl.  "Mine!" the voice snarled, making me opened my eyes which were blurred from unshed tears. I stood there frozen as I watched the scene in front of me. Two dark figures were fighting, the bigger one being the most dominant of course. It was clear that he was an alpha, and a powerful one.  His dark brown, tousled hair and strong muscles could make anyone girl swoon over him but for some reason they did more than that for me. I felt like I had died and been taken to heaven because he's exactly what I envisioned an angel would look like. He punched my attacker continuously until he passed out and then didn't stop. I could practically feel the anger that radiated off him.  I felt the strong urge to touch him, so I reached my hand out and gently placed it on his shoulder. "Mate!"  I heard Aria screaming in my head.  He immediately stopped and brought me into his arms. I wrapped my tiny arms around his large torso and leaned my head into his chest, taking in his scent.  I could feel the rapid beating of his heart and it felt like everything and everyone in the world didn't matter, it was just me and him.  "I've been waiting so long for you." I whispered, clinging on to him tighter. Then as if something had registered in his mind, he swiftly let go of me and pushed me away.  Confusion and hurt filled my body, but before I could say anything, he picked me up and threw my body over his shoulder carrying me towards a black Lamborghini.