SHE'S WITH ME

“That fucking bastard!” Enzo, my best friend, cursed with a growl as he heard my words.

I was on my bed, my face buried in the strawberry scented pillows that had been a birthday gift from my best friend Enzo. My elegant bun had come loose and my hair had splayed over the pillows. Enzo sat by my bedside, no doubt seething from what I had just told him even though I couldn’t see his face. He had come over the second I had called him, I was a sobbing mess and I could barely string together a proper sentence.

“That bastard rejected you?” Enzo seethed, “In public?!” He added through gritted teeth.

I wished I could hold back my tears but the more it kept replaying in my head, the wetter my pillows got and my shoulders trembled from my sobs.

The second I had accepted Luke's rejection, I had left the pastry shop and didn’t turn back…still feeling like I was in a dream, hoping that I would wake up at any given moment but deep down I knew I wa wrong and I’d wasted five whole years of my life on a man who was only with me for my body…and because—

“He said he pitied me…” I sucked in a deep breath and sat up, looking at Enzo with teary eyes and wet cheeks. I knew I was a mess, but Enzo was the only person who’d accept me in any form. I used to think Luke was in that list as well.

Just how stupid was I?!

The sight seemed to only infuriate him further, his dark brown eyes were dark with anger and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were almost white.

Enzo was the only one who cared this much about me. We have been friends ever since we were ten and have been inseparable since then.

He was the first person I thought to call after leaving the pastry shop, the only person I could cry in front of.

My heart felt heavy the more I thought about it, the ache wouldn’t go away and slowly blossomed into something completely different from hurt. I wasn’t crying just because Luke had embarrassed me in front of so many people, I was also crying because of my status, my situation, why my life had to always be the short end of the stick!

“He said he was only with me because he pitied me,” I said again, this time mytone dropped and held a tinge of anger.

“He never deserved you,” Enzo shook his head, he reached out and held my shoulders, making me look up at him.

“He never deserved you, Andrea!” He repeated, “You deserve someone better than that asshole who has his head stuck up so far up his ass he doesn’t see the amazing person he's throwing away!” Enzo yelled, “And for that bitch Felicia? Who has been with every high ranking wolf in the pack?!”

Enzo stands and drags me off the bed, I staggered a bit before finding my footing.

“Do you still have that dress I got you for your 18th?” Enzo asked with a cocked up brow, I was confused by his question but still nodded with a crease between my brows.

“Good!” Enzo let go of me and clapped, “Get it out, put it on,”

“Wait…what? That dress is way too…”

“Yeah, you’re wearing it,” Enzo said, leaving no room for argument, “You’re going to put it on and come with me,”

“I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now, Enzo,” I muttered, my throat still raw from crying for so long.

I wanted to sit in my room and cry…quietly so my parents don’t accuse me of disturbing the peace. All I wanted to do was bury my face in my sheets and cry over everything that had happened today, but Enzo wasn’t having it.

He kept looking at me with a raised brow, waiting for me to make a move like he didn’t hear a word I said.

“I never really liked that Luke guy, but I’d be damned if I let him take that light out of your eyes and kill your joy on the most important day of your life. Go. Get. Dressed!” He said, gesturing at my closet.

Enzo wouldn’t take no for an answer, that much I knew.

With a heavy sigh, I walked to my closet and fished out the dress which was still in the box it was brought in two years ago.

I knew it would still fit. What I wasn’t sure about was if I could pull it off.

It was a backless, short, black dress that stopped a few inches above my knees, with spaghetti straps and a dangerously low neckline. It was unlike anything I’ve ever owned, Enzo hsd bought it with the intention of pranking me but I never knew a day would come where I would have to West something so daring and beautiful.

“I’ll be in the living room, don’t take too much time,” Enzo said gently, he planted a soft kiss on my forehead and gave me one of his killer smiles that girls always swooned over.

Enzo was the adopted third son of the alpha, tall, sexy, powerful, everything the single and even the married women in the pack wanted…but he wasn’t next in line, so they didn’t flock him as much as his older brothers, not that Enzo ever cared.

As I watched him leave the room, I wondered what things would’ve been like if he had been my mate instead rather than Luke…

Luke.

I gritted my teeth. My anger growing again.

“Fuck it!” I cursed under my breath as I pulled on the dress in a hurry and put on my highest red heels…my only heels.

Sure I was aware that my current actions would have consequences like my parents seeing me in such an outfit and trying to talk my ears off. They’d never let me do anything I wanted, my mother never liked me drawing attention to myself and my father…he just didn’t love me.

But it didn’t matter. After everything that happened with Luke today, nothing mattered to me anymore.

No doubt they’d give me an earful as to why I let Luke reject me.

As I came down the stairs, Enzo's eyes met mine and his lips stretched into a satisfied grin as he held out his hand for me to take.

“Amazing,” He said in awe, his eyes wide with a look of surprise and another emotion that I didn’t want to think too much on.

I had let my untamed curls down, they reached my back but didn’t cover back completely.

Sure enough when I turned in the direction of the living room, I could see my father’s infuriated expression as his eyes took in my outfit. He was the only person there, thankfully.

He was unable to say anything because last thing he'd want to do was to anger the son of the alpha. He never does anything to me when Enzo is close, but once he was gone, I knew there would be hell to pay.

Enzo was not a man who liked to wave his power around, he only did things like these for people he genuinely cared about.

“I’ll have her back by tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Wilson,” Enzo said with a sheepish grin, “Hope that won’t be an issue?”

My father’s jaw ticked and his grey eyes burned with annoyance but he forced a smile and nodded.

“Of course, Enzo…I trust you will keep her safe,” He said in his gruff voice that held an undertone of a warning as his eyes met mine one last time.

I swallowed uncomfortably and shifted in my heels.

Enzo whisked me out of the house in no time and off we went. Dread lingering in my heart.

He took me to the biggest club in Queens, that I didn’t expect but it was a welcome surprise as I itched to drink my sorrows away and forget about everything.

The music was loud and it reverberated through my whole body, the lights heightened my senses and as I and Enzo weaved through the crowds of sweaty, dancing bodies, I could feel that buzz from before in my head again…like a new part of me was being opened up.

Once we reached the bar, Enzo ordered a long line of shots and told the bartender to keep them coming.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to carry you back home,” He chuckled as he saw my look of surprise at the drinks, “Let loose tonight, Andrea,” He said, “Just for tonight…do what you want and not what everyone expects of you,”

He picked up a shot and handed it over to me. I looked down at the transparent liquid with a conflicted gaze, I’d never had alcohol before…I’d never done anything so carefree before!

I have been living for my parents, my brother and for Luke…always being the responsible one, the sober one, the quiet one.

“Not anymore!” I affirmed to myself as I downed the first shot.

“Never again!” Then I drank a second one and Enzo cheered me on. His smiles contagious as I found the heat of the alcohol settling in my stomach and creating a much more pleasurable buzz.

After shot number….I had lost count actually. All I knew was that I could no longer feel or think straight and the music felt like it was coming right from me. My feet felt light and my body moved to each beat and rhythm. It felt electric…it felt free.

I felt free.

“I’ll be right back, I think I just spotted my brother! Don’t go anywhere!” I heard Enzo yell over the music, I nodded even though I didn’t look at him and his words didn’t really register.

I couldn’t sit still, out if the corner of my eyes I saw him.

The first thing I noticed were his broad shoulders, arms so big I was sure he would crush me in a single hold if he wanted to. His black hair was pulled up into a messy bun and his face was like that of a carefully carved ancient Greek god statue.

I couldn’t see his face clearly but the sight of him took my breath away.

The aura he exuded was unlike anything I’d ever seen.

Who was he?

He walked past the drooling women that eyed him like they were nothing and walked into red curtain that was manned by two guards.

“Such a specimen…” I muttered to myself, the lingering image of his nice ass in those black jeans made me smile mischievously.

What the heck!

I wasn’t with Luke…I was definitely allowed to do whatever I wanted.

I drunkenly came down from the bar stool, my whole world spun for a moment before I finally found my balance…a giggle escaping my lips as I sauntered over to the guards.

“Hi,”

“You’re not allowed in here, omega!” The first guard's nose scrunched up with distaste as he held me back.

“But you just let my husband in, what do you think he’d say once he realizes you didn’t let me in?” I was surprised by how I wasn’t slurrinng my words with the amount of alcohol I knew I’d taken.

“Your husband?” The guards paled, no doubt thinking about the man that they had just let in.

“He didn’t say anything about having a wife—”

While they both looked at each other with confused expressions, I slipped past the red curtains and my eyes landed on him first.

Electric blue eyes lifted and had me rooted to the spot until I heard the guards behind me, I drunkenly made my way to the mysterious man and tried to sit next to him but instead ended up on his lap.

I gasped in surprise as I came in contact with his hard body and his intense woodsy scent drifted into my nostrils.

I heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his strong arm automatically wrapping around my waist, keeping me from falling.

“Hubby…” I called out as I heard the guards approaching.

“You came in without me…” I smiled, holding his face in my palm, loving how his stubble scratched against the sensitive skin of my palm.

The man didn’t look confused.

Instead his eyes burned with so much heat I felt myself squirm on his lap. His scent was even more intoxicating than the shots I’d had.

“Sir—she slipped right past us!” The guard said as he reached out to grab my hand. The man lifted a finger and stopped the guard in his tracks.

“Leave,”

His voice was so deep it sent shivers down my spine, “She's with me,”