Chapter 3- Scotty
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Scotty POV
Black spots blurred my vision as darkness surrounded me. My body fully aware of the heat that eminated from around me. Why had I decided that here would be a great idea? Of all the places, I
should have stayed home in my bed.
Slept off these feelings.
Light flashed in my eyes followed by a green harsher light. My eyes trying to adjust to my surroundings only to be blinded by flashing white lights.
Wolves surrounded me.
The music changed tempo and the crowd went wild. I groaned loudly knowing no one would hear me anyway. Why had I agreed to come here?
It had taken me two days to get home after almost being trapped by the wolf pack down south.
Managed to escape only by sheer luck. I ran straight to the Rogue MC but I couldn't settle. For some reason my wolf howled and my mind wandered to thoughts of my old pack.
I had almost succumb to exhaustion but my pain wouldn't let sleep take me. Caleb had mentioned going for a drink here at Rogue X, the night club side of the bar and club opened by my brothers, as another pack not affected by the battle were celebrating a 21st birthday. It felt strange to be surrounded by pack wolves but Alpha Justin had managed to make alliances with them which in turn made business thrive. I hated it and I definitely didn't trust them but I was just a solider, I didn't deal directly with the pack politics, lucky for us.
Caleb had needed the distraction just as much as I did. He had lost the two people that he cared most about in the battle. Fagin had taken him in and under his wing when Caleb turned up in the human town next to our pack, starved and in bad shape. It had taken time for him to come round and I never though Fagin had it in him to be so patient with the ankle bitter. Even Alpha Justin had almost given up. Yet Caleb turned out to be a stellar guy. Now a prospect for the Rogue MC, Fagin gifting him his old bike when I took on the cut.
Right now, Caleb looked to be knee deep in p***y as the she wolves surrounded him taking it in turns to do body shots off each other. Clearly they wanted some of the big tattooed biker wolf who probably be banned from their parents house.
A forbidden, devilish fruit.
I would have envied Caleb but I could see the pain in his eyes, even when he smiled and tried to get me involved. No matter the distraction or the amount of alcohol, the guy looked to be held together by tequila and anger. I'd have to keep an eye on him tonight. We couldn't afford any issues with any other packs.
Having enough of the now crowded main floor, I made my way up to the balcony where I could drink in peace but also keep an eye on our prosepect. My new found peace distrusted almost immediately but two of my brothers. The ines that I owed my life too. The ones that could see past all the bullshit. The ones that were falling apart but still came searching for me when I ran.
Ian sat to my left and Kevin slumped down on my right. The closeness of the bodies eased my pain just a fraction having the same effect as a warm hug. Kevin, the oldest of us three, had tried to talk to me about the battle and Zeke but I couldn't listen. Ian had raged and left looking for Jack but had come back calmer. I had an inklin that had something to do with his mate.
Mate.
Zeke. His beautiful face flashed before my eyes.
I sighed. As if reading my mind Ian poured another drink and slammed down the bottle between us.
"The guy is an arsehole." Ian snorted.
"You're an arsehole." I retorted.
"Yeah but hes a bigger arsehole." I smiled at Ian, loving my brother at this moment.
Anything to take my mind off my original pack and Zeke.
"Seriously, will you two shut the f**k up." Kev rolled his eyes, almost growling.
'What's got into him?" I shoved Ian's shoulder.
"He needs to get laid." Ian smiled wickedly.
"I can hear you. I am sitting right here, dickheads." Kev growled louder.
"Definitely needs to get laid." Ian whispered.
A plastic bottle came flying at me as I ducked it landed right on Ian head. My best friend growled at his big brother, Kev. They were on the verge of scrapping.
"That would cheer me up. A good brawl." Heck, I may even join them.
Ian and Kev looked at me confused as I took another swig of my warm beer followed by a mouth fullnof whiskey Ian had poured me. The thumping music blasting in Rogue X nightclub gearing me up, the place full with potential victims and honestly I just needed to be left alone but brothers were worried about me.
I on the other hand was more worried about Kev bursting a blood vessel worrying about Jack who had yet to return home after the fight. He had lost too much but he also left something precious behind. I convinced my brothers he needed space, time.
Looking down at the mass of people, I envied how they moved seemingly without a care in the world.
All I wanted was to be lost in the crowd.
"So The Rogue MC is all cleared up at least and working with the other packs. They've been really helpful. Even the human village has chipped in to rebuild." Kev smirked.
The guy never really smiled. Not for the whole eighteen years I has known him. From the first day I had run into the young Rogues Kev has always been the broody older brother.
He had alot to be broody about.
He had a lot to be angry over.
Yet, even in his most darkest moments, I adored him. Even though he had been a kid himself, he had taken me in and protected me. I needed protecting back then. I was a scrawny pack wolf with no street smarts. I was on the run after my family was massacred by another pack and us kids convinced ourselves that I'd been hunted down.
The glass of beer shattered in my hand.
"Easy fella." Ian slapped my shoulder removing the glass while getting at a barmaid to clean up.
Perks of being the owner of Rogue X is definitely the table service. The club actually Ian's baby. He built it up and worked hard to maintain a trendy nightclub. Even if the bar in the room next door contained big burly biker rogues.
Everyone from pack members to humans still headed to the nightclub.
"So are we going to address the elephant in the room." Kevin started as I cringed into myself.
"Hell yeah. Scotty.... What did you do to your hair?" Ian looked at me confused as if only now noticing the difference.
I looked at Ian who was staring at my head. After the battle and washing out bits of wolf from my long blonde hair made my stomach churn even more so when I arrived back from my run so I cut it all off. My buzz cut would be easier to deal with anyway. Ian skimmed a hand over my head.
"Prickly." He looked mesmerised.
I narrowed my eyes at the big doofus who held up his hands in surrender and carried on drinking.
"That's not what I meant. Although I prefer the buzz cut. The floppy hair made you look like a one direction wannabe." Kevin snorted as though that would be an insult.
"How the hell do you know who one direction is, old man?" I smirked as I watched Kevin go still and Ian burst into laughter.
"Cats out the bag now big man. He's their number one fan." Ian bellowed and we both fell into laughter.
"Shut up." Kevin scowled snatching the whiskey bottle and taking a large gulp.
Even though we had managed a few more jokes we fell back into a cosy silence. Yet I no longer felt comfortable with my own thoughts as I watched the crowd.
Kevin had disappeared to escort a drunk Caleb home and Ian talked to staff.
Soon being out, sitting in the club, wasn't enough to distract me, I needed to get lost in the crowd and feel the music wash over me. Without saying a word, I headed down to the dance floor alone and made my way through the chaotic crowd of dancers. Their bodies brushing against mine. The heat intensifying.
I finally made it to the middle and stood there leaning my head back and closing my eyes I let the music take over me. Peoples hands feeling me, both men and women.
Our bodies moving in sync to an erotic rhythm.
I just wanted to be lost for a moment. To feel nothing, to be numb.
Being over 6ft 4 meant I could see over the heads of nearly everyone in the club. It also meant I was easy to spot in a crowd.
I felt someone's eyes burning into me. I knew who they belonged too before I even opened my eyes. I wanted him to watch me. I wanted his eyes on me.
Opening my own I found Zeke across the way staring at me with such intensity it made my breathing hitch. I gulped down the feelings and stared at him.
My fated mate.
The other half of my soul. The one that would make me feel complete. He looked tired and upset. I had refused to talk to him since the battle and he was afraid I was pulling away. Afraid of what's about to come.
Of course his feelings justified. I had vanished for a few days without any thought and it solified my feelings.
I am pulling away.
I need to pull away.
The lights flashed and people danced but I remained in my spot staring at my mate. He had betrayed the people that raised him and in turn his betrayal had hurt my pack.
Zeke made his way through the crowd. Making a beeline for me I wanted to turn my back but I couldn't move, even if I wanted too.
His perfect face with the strong jawline and 5 o'clock shadow made my whole body tingle. His dark eyes exciting me.
The closer he approached the hotter I became as my body fully ignited as he stood right in front of me.
His arm circled my waist as we both started to move to the rhythm once again, the mass of bodies cocooned us until it felt like we were alone.
Two fated mates. My wolf calling to his.
I wanted this moment. I needed this moment. Even though I hate him, I needed him. Our souls already intertwined.
The feeling I had built up and started to boil over.
"Don't do it. Let me explain." Zekes hot breath tickled my ear as he begged.
His sexy voice and the vibration from his chest made my c**k harden. Our bodies moulding perfectly around each other.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I hated him.
I love him.
I pulled him closer wanting to feel his body all over my own as I sucked in his scent. I wanted to give into the bond and mark my mate. I should hear him out. He keeps on wanting to explain maybe there is something I am missing.
Zeke held onto my shirt tightly. His breathing getting heavier. Wanting what I wanted. Could we stay in this moment forever. Forget the world and the pain. Let the fates take us. Zeke nuzzled into my neck.
"Please. Scotty. Let me explain." Zeke begged as I traced his neck with my own lips unable to resist kissing him softly.
I could do this, we could work it out. I wanted to work this out, to let him explain. I opened my eyes wanted to see Zekes but amber eyes flashed in the distance and my world almost erupted. The amber eyes belonging to a familiar face. I stood taller and only blinking once and the face disappeared. That face meant trouble. That face meant my demise. I had brought this on myself. Damn.
Reality crashed down like cold water being dumped on my head.
I knew what this meant and it wasn't going to be good. Nothing would be good. That had to be my curse to bear but I couldn't so that to Zeke. Its time to face my past but I can't do that with a mate.
Or could I just have both. I had to make the decision now.
I said the words before I remembered where we stood. The look in Zeke's eyes stole away the last part of my soul.
I will forever be unhappy but at least this way my true fated may have a chance. Who wants a Rogue with weird tattoos as a mate anyway.
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