Humiliations

“Excuse me guys, I think I would have to use the restroom” I stood and ambled away from our booth, down the hall going aimlessly while looking around for the presence of any of the waiters or waitresses to ask the way to the restroom. 

I asked one of them and she gave me directions which I followed and found myself in the spacious room that contained more space for the purpose it's supposed to serve. I stood at the mirror and checked out myself, if I looked normal or if there was anything out of place.

Everything Sandy’s boyfriend said to me started flooding back starting from when he said I chosed someone over him. That guy must be a nut or he is on the verge of hitting the rehab. Maybe he had been taking something before I arrived at the club. Yes, because there's no way he would be normal and talk such nonsense he was on about.

He even called me a Luna. I remember that Sandy had mentioned the Luna being the mate of an Alpha right? And so did the writer.  Why would he call me that? 

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

I splashed some water to my face to restore my colour which I had lost when he was busy feeding me bullshit just as he did with my friend. Who knows? Maybe that's how he had managed to fool Sandy and now she believes all sort of nonsense about him meanwhile, they're all false.

I made to pull out a napkin to realise I wasn't with my bag. Yikes! I would have to wait for a little before going back there. It hasn't been long we arrived here, but I was already feeling like leaving. All because of that jerk.

Humph! I stomped my leg and swirled around to leave the bathroom. I entered the club and looked around at everyone as they continued dancing, not minding what was happening to the next person standing beside them if they were going through mental turmoil or not as was certainly my case right now. 

Tracking our booth, I was almost there when I changed my mind and decided to mingle with the rest of the partiers.  I mean I can't allow one ass hole to ruin my night, should I? Fucken no way. 

I entered the dance floor and started jigging to the beat. My waist out of their volition began swaying to the enticing bang. I raised my hand not knowing where the impetus came from and started dancing in earnest, throwing my head about. It must be the wine. It has taken over me. I was enjoying every moment of it. Maybe coming here wasn't a bad idea after all.

 I felt a presence behind me and swung around to take in the person that dares to intrude on my terrific space, and met with the face of a midnight sunset. His eyes were grey and yet looked summer. I wanted to pull away and tell him to mind his damn business but the smile he gave me, and the manner he was concentrated on the dance gave me the courage to continue dancing and let him rock me.

He held my midriff and drew me close to him. I didn't protest, I just allowed us the moment, not feeling disgusted as I do whenever any guy apart from Greg, come close to me. 

Talking about Greg, we haven't spoken for some time now. Ever since Sandy spoke to me at the coffee shop about my feeling towards him, I have finally allowed myself to believe that what we had wasn't enough to keep us together. I was just with him because I pity him and fear that his heart would break if I eventually break up with him but certainly not because I love him. 

“You dance so well huh?” The stranger breathes close to my ears causing goosebumps to rise on my body. “I like the way your body meshes to mine” he whimpered and drew me closer. I gasped but still didn't make any move to pull away. I think that gave him morale to swing me about and yanked me to his hard muscular chest. 

I was feeling heady and enjoying myself. Before I would realise what was happening, I was flat on his chest with my hands in his neck holding tightly coz my legs were shaking and any untoward movement from me, and I might just embarrass myself and collapse on the dance floor.

His face was on my neck and mine was on his. I noticed how warm his body was, making me think of bed and pillows. Why is his body that warm? Ah, he might actually be a werewolf and here I am dancing and even moulding my body to his. I instinctively took a step back and tried to pull my hand away from his. “What's the problem.?” he asked worriedly. I shook my head not knowing what answer to give him. 

“C’mon, relax let's have a good time” he drew me close again and like a hypnotised maiden, I was back to his warmth. We remained like that for a long time until the beat of the music stalled to a slow rhythm. 

We were now more like striding on the dance floor and it looked like he was carrying me because I was already feeling very drowsy and just needed asleep more than anything.

Suddenly, as if I was hit by a tornado, I was forcefully yanked out the arms of the stranger by someone I didn't make out at first until my dazed look cleared and I looked up to find the angry face of Sandy’s boyfriend. He seemed enraged, his face bearing death at its wake. 

“Cizario you have to know your place or I would make sure your skunk is fed to the vultures” his voice boomed, causing everyone to cower. My arm where he held me was hurting but I couldn't even make a sound as I was too scared to utter any word. I chanced a look at the man I was dancing with and realized he was also seething with anger but made no move to come near Adrian.

“Adrian let go you are hurting her!” Sandy pulled me away from him. He snarled an animal sound and swung around to face us. “You want to whore, then do it outside, not in here where the other packs would see and make a mockery of us!” I was shocked and appalled, but above all I was embarrassed.

I spun around and ran for my dear life. I didn't know where I was going, but I just needed to be far from there. “Kimberly!” I heard Sandy call out at me. But I wasn't listening. 

I didn't want to. 

How could he stand there in the presence of those people and say that about me? I didn't know him and I've never seen him before but he chose to make this night a living hell for me.

I soon stopped running,  to inhale air. I was by the roadside and everywhere was silent as a graveyard. I didn't care. My heart was breaking. I was angry. I wanted to hurt someone. 

Adrian. 

I wanted to shove my hand on his face and tell him to go to hell for insulting me. But I can't, because that man is an animal. Look at the kind of sound he made. How can I meet up to such a man?

I stopped strolling and went to the side of the road where a car was packed and slid down on it to weep. I cried for everything that is happening and the fact that I can't even tell my parents. I can't confide in anyone apart from Sandy and it scares the shit out of me. What if everything they said was right? What if I would die very soon? Where do they even expect me to find my mate and how will I know when I find him?

I buried my face in my laps and cried. I hated it all, everything. All my life I've tried to live a peaceful and quaint life away from trouble and wayward lifestyle and someone ups and calls me a whore? In the presence of so many people.

“Hey,” Someone said in front of me. I snapped my head up to look at the intruder and recognised the guy from the club. The one I was dancing with. 

“I want to be alone” I grumbled sardonically.

“Well, I want to be alone too. So why don't we sit separately and mind our businesses huh?” he said and joined me on the floor. 

I decided to ignore him and remain at my side, but the fact that he might be a werewolf enticed me and also I couldn't bring myself to ignore him after he had come out after me.

“I’m sorry about what happened back there. I don't know what's wrong with that guy” I said and sniffed while dabbing at my eye to wipe off escaped tears. 

He gave me a beautiful smile and swung around to face me “Beta Adrian is like that. Back in the pack, he is always like that”

I snorted inside. Does he think I'm a werewolf?. Maybe I should play along “So how's your pack like?”

He thought for some time and shook his head “Just like every other pack. The only difference is that we have our Alpha king who rumour has it refuse to get married ever since he lost his wife, 100years ago”

“100years ago? How old is he now? He must be crawling on the floor?” I said my thought out.

He looked at me weirdly. Oops!. Did I say something wrong?

 “Werewolves don't get that old. I'm 79 but look at me. How old are you?

I was still in shock from what he told me about his age, that the question escaped me. 79? Looking like that? No way!

“Did you say you are how old again?” my curiosity finally took control.

He looked like he was still deciding within himself if he was actually talking to the right person or not. “I'm 79. Why are you surprised? every werewolf is supposed to know the gift  of longevity”

Whoa! I didn't see that coming. What the fuck? This was as interesting as it was fascinating. I nodded and shook my head trying to remember what he asked, seeing the way he was looking at me for answers. I mean if I want to get more answers from him, I have to play along.

“Don't mind me I'm just pulling your legs. Look at me, I'm 60 now. I just needed something to calm my nerves. I wish I were human”

“Yea, me too. Sometimes, it feels boring living for that long. Repeatedly losing the good studs and watching all your human friends get old and die” his voice sounded distant like he was in deep thought. He even has human friends.

“You...you have human friends?”

He nodded. “Yea. They're the coolest. Most of them are dead. They know about me, so we roll along until they get old and die and the other ones still alive” he shrugs in gloom. “I can't even relate well with them now,  so I make new friends.” he picked up a pebble and stoned across the road at a dumpster.  At that, a mouse jumped off the rickety and ran for its life.

“I have few friends too. But they're all young. One of them is the girlfriend of your Beta. She's my best friend and the reason why I'm here” he nodded, seeming to understand.

“So you said you don't know why the Beta is angry with you?” I shrugged nonchalantly. That asshole is a prickhead and I fucken don't care whatever is riling up his feathers.

“Hmmn..I've never seen him that detached. He and the Alpha, are really very close and incredibly composed. Though we don't see the Alpha often. Only when there is an occasion or when he meets with the pack members for any special condolences.

“Okay, I would like to meet your Alpha” I drifted off thinking what it would be like meeting a real Alpha. I'm beginning to believe all this supernatural bullshit. It's even going to my head.

“Maybe, you can come to my pack then. We have been appointed to come to Chicago with the Beta for whatever assignment he came here for. In a few days, we would be going back, and from the way he had been frolicking with the lady, I think he has found his mate” he was sounding exuberant now. 

I nodded and thought of Sandy. What would be her fate when she married such an oaf?. Though I could see from the way he looks at her and pampers her, that he might really be in love with her but that doesn't excuse the fact that he is an idiot. A controlling jerk.

I just wish for the damn party to end so I would just go home and have my baby sleep. Everything was looking so flustered up and it's really not cool for my mental health.

“So have you found you mate?” I eye him, feeling spirited now. His presence has somehow made me forget the reason for my being here in the place. 

“I haven't. That's mostly why I follow in these missions so I could find my mate. I have searched in the neighbouring packs but I haven't found her yet__But soon I believe the moon goddess would guide me to her. Though when we danced, I felt this connection between us. I kind of liked it.

I blushed and looked away from him. “What are your powers?. I mean every werewolf is supposed to have powers right? What's yours?” I rushed out to divert the direction the discussion was taking.

“I'm a hybrid” he admitted.  I faced him again in awe. “I have the water ability. I can mould liquid and use it against my enemies. I have speed abilities and many others. You keep discovering every day”

“Okay, I mean, yea” I corrected before he would notice my lapses. So truly they had abilities?. It wouldn't be very bad to be a werewolf. Imagine I was a werewolf, I  would have so many abilities and can do whatever I wanted. 

That would be spiffy.

“So what pack are you Ms.__?”

I froze. Pack. Pack what pack am I?

“Kimberly,” I told him as my cheeks flushed red.

“Kimberly...I know you are not a werewolf...You don't have to pretend about it, It's written all over your face” he said quietly yet, matter of factly.

Great. Just like that, I've been caught.