The guest of honor
1234 Words
C.J.'s P.O.V.
“Having a rough day, brother?” I looked at my Beta, Zach, as he leaned in to me, while a huge grin spread over his too f*****g handsome face. And I knew that my bad mood was showing off once again. Zack wasn’t lying either, I was indeed having a bad day once again. Lately, I seemed to be having more bad days than good, to be quite honest. And my mood was starting to affect everyone around me. I really needed to let off some steam, fast. And the rage that started to grow inside of me over my brother’s simple question, made me want to punch him in the face right now.
“Why the hell are we even here?” I sighed, as I looked around. I hated doing this, I hated being here. A few weeks ago, I had escorted the Alpha’s sister back home safely as she had arrived at my pack, searching for help and shelter. I felt like it was my job to do so, to help her and to bring her back home safely. If the tables were turned, I would have expected another Alpha to do the same for me. But when I had brought Alpha Aiden’s sister back home safe, the man had insisted on throwing a party in my f*****g honor… Something I absolutely hated, but couldn’t refuse either. So here we were, as me and my Beta were standing inside some sort of dumb nightclub. It was filled up with wolves and she-wolves, who wanted to celebrate with us. Along with Alpha Aiden, his Beta, Gamma and their mates. Since this party was also a celebration of Milo and his mate's mating ceremony.
“CJ, At least try to look at it from a positive standpoint.” Zack grinned wide as his eyes scanned over the crowd, his eyes already scanning over a few females, that were standing close and were smiling at him playfully.
“This place is packed with unmated and sexy as hell she-wolves, she-wolves who would love to get their hands on a Beta or an Alpha…” Zach’s grin grew wider as he wiggled his eyebrows in front of me, making me groan at his words.
Now I really want to punch him in the face!
“What?” He asked me, looking surprised as he leaned back.
“We should get laid tonight. Goddess only knows how much you need it brother!” I sighed again as I took a big gulp from my beer, giving Zach a look. The man was f*****g annoying, but he did have a good point right there.
A night of meaningless s*x with a she-wolf did sound nice, right about now. I needed to clear my head, since visions of my mate had started to crawl inside my mind again for a few days.
Visions about my dead mate.
My very dead mate…
Memories of holding her dying and bloody body in my arms were getting more and more detailed every f*****g day. Almost making it impossible for me to live or even breathe right now. I needed to find myself a wizard or a witch fast, so they could push all those awful memories away again, even just for a little while. Or I would be losing my s**t by the time the new week started.
Reminding me that there indeed was a wizard close by in this pack. Milo! Making me a bit less angry over coming here tonight, as we had visited the Hyle pack. I would find him and ask for his help, first thing in the morning. He had helped me out a few times in the past before. He knew about what happened to me and my mate, he never asked any questions, and I liked that about him. But I would not trouble him about this now. The man deserved to party and relax as much as everyone else, after all the s**t that he had been through in the last couple of months.
I was surprised as a lavender scent reached my nostrils, it hit me harder than anything had ever hit me in my life before, making my heart stop and my breathing hitch in my throat.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
My wolf, Echo, was standing up with his ears high. He had felt it too.
But this couldn’t be? And my eyes scanned the room, hoping that my answers would be floating around in the air.
What the f**k is happening to me?
I pushed Zach to the side as I tried to follow this scent, a scent that seemed to have hypnotized me. I needed to know where it came from, so I searched for it, almost desperately, as I heard my Beta’s voice calling out to me as he was still standing behind me. My eyes kept scanning the crowd, hoping for a f*****g miracle, because I was one hundred percent sure I was feeling the mate pull right now. I knew for certain that she was here. I didn’t understand how or why, but my beautiful mate was here!
She was in this f*****g room!
How the f**k was it even possible that her scent was so strong to begin with? My memories had been cleared out a lot of times, but from what I did remember, my mate’s scent had never been as intoxicating to me as it was right now. It was never this strong!
As I pushed myself through the crowd, I suddenly caught the scent again, much stronger. And my head yanked towards the direction, landing on a girl with red curls in a green dress. Her scent was driving me mad, but somehow, it also felt off in a way, I just couldn’t place it.
But as my wolf Echo was growling inside my head, and I needed to get some answers right now, I pushed away the male that was standing next to her, as I grabbed the redhead by her neck and pressed my nose against her neck.
Something is wrong!
But what the f**k is it?
The she-wolf’s body froze as she felt my nose in the crook of her neck, probably wondering what the hell was happening to her right now. But as I inhaled the scent on her neck, it was just wrong, it wasn’t the sweet lavender that had pulled me in. And as I let down my head in defeat, and the girl reached up her hands to push herself away from my body slowly, a new whiff entered my nose, making me open my eyes wide as I grabbed her by the arm and roared throughout the entire room.
“Whose f*****g jacket are you wearing?!”
The redhead looked at me, as if she was fearing for her own life right now, and if she wouldn't answer me fast, she could be.
"It's from a f-friend, I b-b-burrowed it." She stuttered as she took a step back, hoping I wouldn't hurt her.
"Where is this friend?" I growled at her, demanding to know the answer.
"She left for the restrooms just a few minutes ago. But..."
I didn't wait to listen to the rest of whatever she was about to say, I needed to find out who the hell was carrying around a jacket of my f*****g dead mate!
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