CHAPTER 7
1186 Words
Thomas POV
I watched the sunset from atop a tranquil hill, bathed in the soft golden hues of twilight.
The wind gently ruffled my fur as I stood there, my massive werewolf form silhouetted against the fiery sky. The distant murmur of the forest provided the perfect symphony to accompany the scene.
As the last sliver of the sun dipped below the horizon, a subtle presence nudged at me, and I turned to find another imposing figure, a big wolf, approaching. It was Smith, my longtime friend and partner.
His eyes locked onto mine with a gleam of playful challenge.
His silent nudge was a suggestion for a race, a friendly competition we had indulged in many times before. I nodded in agreement, and we took off, sprinting across the hillside, our powerful forms a blur against the darkening landscape.
The race was exhilarating, a testament to our strength and agility. For a while, it was neck and neck, the two alpha wolves pushing their limits.
But as we neared the finish line, I managed to pull ahead, crossing it first with a victorious howl.
We transformed back into our human forms, panting and grinning. Smith playfully clapped me on the back. "You're getting slow in your old age, Thomas," he teased.
I chuckled, the tension of the race giving way to laughter. "You just can't keep up, Smith."
Smith's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, you think you won, do you? I allowed you to win. It's good for your ego."
I raised an eyebrow, our banter coming naturally to us. "Is that so? And why would you allow me to win?"
Smith shrugged with mock nonchalance. "Sometimes the underdog needs a little boost, right?"
I laughed heartily. "Underdog? I thought you were supposed to be my rival in this competition."
Smith's grin was infectious, and we shared a moment of friendship "Rival or not, we're still friends. And friends let friends win sometimes."
I chuckled, " You are silly."
After we had transformed back into our human forms and hastily dressed, Smith suggested that we go clubbing. I glanced at him with a tired smile. "I'm not really in the mood for that tonight, Smith."
Smith nudged me playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, Thomas, you've been all work and no play lately. Besides, I need a break from that sexy little Beta of yours." He smirked.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I never touched Annabel, Smith."
Smith leaned in, his voice lowered. "What are you waiting for, then? If you don't snatch her, I will."
I couldn't help but taunt him. "Didn't you say you guys had some history, Smith?"
We both burst into laughter, and Smith decided to defer the conversation with a chuckle. "History, my friend, just history."
Smith grinned and patted my back. "You know, Thomas, you've got to loosen up a bit. It's not every day you come across a Beta like Annabel."
I couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "Maybe you should be the one to loosen up, Smith. You've always been the wild one, and it's no secret you've had your fair share of history with women."
Smith chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't deny that, my friend, but Annabel is different. There's something about her that's... intriguing."
I nodded in agreement, acknowledging the undeniable charm that Annabel possessed. "She is, indeed. But she's also under my protection. As her Alpha and mentor, I have a responsibility to ensure her safety and well-being."
Smith smirked, leaning against a nearby tree. "Sounds like a noble cause, Thomas. But don't forget that I'm not the only one who might be interested in her. You've got to act fast."
I couldn't deny the truth in his words, and we both shared a moment of silent contemplation. The complexities of our roles as Alphas often clashed with our desires, creating a fine line we had to tread carefully.
Smith's playful grin returned as he broke the silence. "You're right, my friend. Let's not dwell on this. Tonight is about enjoying ourselves, not worrying about the future."
Smith and I had been friends for over 15 years.
We started as rivals in high school, always trying to outdo each other, but eventually, our fierce competition evolved into a deep and genuine friendship. We were more like brothers than mere friends, always there for each other through thick and thin.
The club we found ourselves in was a popular hotspot, known for its electric atmosphere and a vibrant mix of people from all walks of life.
Neon lights illuminated the dance floor, and the pounding music reverberated through the air, creating an infectious energy that swept everyone off their feet.
We danced with the crowd, lost in the pulsating rhythm, our laughter echoing through the club. As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew even more electrifying, and the club's reputation lived up to its name.
The DJ's set was interrupted by the entrance of Vio, an enticing and bold performer who commanded the stage with her presence.
She was a striking woman, her fiery red hair cascading down her back and her emerald-green eyes captivating anyone who dared to meet her gaze.
As the beat throbbed in the background, Vio began a seductive dance, her body moving with a grace that was both hypnotic and alluring. The crowd fell silent, captivated by her every movement.
Smith couldn't resist the temptation. He stepped onto the dance floor, catching Vio's eye, and they began to move in rhythm with each other. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and their dance was a passionate exchange of energy.
I, on the other hand, decided to enjoy the show from a distance, settling at the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. I watched with amusement as Smith and Vio continued their captivating performance.
Smith, with his natural charm and charisma, had the crowd cheering for them. He glanced in my direction and motioned for me to join them on the dance floor. I shook my head, signaling that I was content to watch.
Smith persisted, approaching me with a mischievous grin. "Come on, Thomas, it's all in good fun. Let loose for a change."
Reluctantly, I set my whiskey aside and joined Smith and Vio on the dance floor.
As I was dancing with Smith and Vio, a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. In the dim lights and the pulsating atmosphere of the club, I could have sworn the person before me looked like Annabel.
She wore a short bra top and a g-string, her silhouette a striking resemblance to my Beta. My heart raced for a moment as I was caught in the whirlwind of the music and the illusion.
The look-alike Annabel began to rock me, her movements sensuous and captivating. I felt her drawing closer, her lips inching toward mine. In the heat of the moment, I was so close to succumbing to the temptation, almost falling for the illusion.
But then, clarity washed over me. This wasn't Annabel. It was someone entirely different, albeit a striking doppelganger.
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