C08: Have Fun, Both of You

"So, you’re the wife, huh?” Beatrice said, glaring holes into Sandra who just smiled at her like this was the most expected thing at the party. 

Sandra had lived her life on scraps and people like Beatrice were common to her. She had grown around them and frankly, she wasn't going to do anything with this one. And so she did what she always did with them. 

The Marshall Luna ignored the insecure girlfriend, Beatrice.

The next song came up and people were switching partners, but Beatrice decided to stay with Sandra, which once again, the Marshall Luna didn't mind, well, until this woman stepping on her feet, opened her mouth.

“Scarlet! I have heard about you. You're a lazy, greedy woman, you don't deserve Alpha at all!” Beatrice said, her voice almost getting a notch higher. She knew the people around her wouldn't like it if she disrespected the Luna. She knew the customs well.

"You should respect yourself, sweetheart, you’re beautiful and have brains, I presume. Even if you don’t, that’s yours and Aztec’s problem now, eh?” Sandra said to Beatrice who couldn't believe what this woman was telling her she wasn't for real, right? 

As the dancers dipped, so did Sandra dip Beatrice and boy was the girlfriend a furious mess.

"You—”

"Don’t you dare make a mess here. It took me a lot of time and resources to make this ball a reality, so people like you could have the misfortune of dragging it along, alright. Oh, and one more thing, the Alpha and I are only married on paper, don't be too frustrated by it.

“I wouldn't want your beautiful brain being bummed from thinking too much, yeah?” Sandra said, in the calmest tone she could muster. This woman was testing her patience and she wasn't really going to listen to her crap at the party. 

She had more important things to do than be here arguing with Beatrice.

"Liar, I don't believe you. You are the reason my boyfriend hasn't contacted me in so long. He barely shows up or even looks in my direction and it's all your fault,” Beatrice insisted, clearly not believing a word that Sandra was saying. 

"You seduced and tricked him into liking you. Tell me, what else do you want to do with him, huh, mark you? The Alpha doesn't like greedy women like you,” Beatrice said, tripping Sandra when the song went on a high beat. 

It was insane what this woman was trying to play across and Sandra was getting angrier. This woman is truly testing her patience.

"Girl, you’re in over your head. If I tricked him, the ruthless oh-so-great Aztec Marshall, then you, my dear lady, stand no chance here. He’s mine, my husband, even if it's just on paper. And if he wants to mark me, who am I to refuse such a loyal duty? 

“If anything, I’m the Luna, not you,” Sandra said, like she wanted that to sink into Beatrice’s apparently thick head. 

Beatrice on the other hand looked at Sandra in shock for a woman with a reputation, she sure had some guts talking to her like that. Who did she even think she was? 

While she was still contemplating, Sandra leaned on Beatrice's shoulder, before whispering to her, "he’s a toxic, temperamental playboy, trust me, if I were to go for anyone, he wouldn't be on the top of my list. But just for the sake of maintaining that stupid frown on your face, watch me take him from you in all seven ways to hell, sister.”

"It doesn't matter, whether you like the Alpha or not. He doesn't like you. He doesn't have time for you, and he will never like you,” Beatrice said to Sandra and frankly, Sandra was tired of listening to Beatrice become a broken record just because of a relationship that wasn't even real in the first place.

"Five minutes, Beatrice.”

"What?”

"Five minutes. You wasted five damn minutes, lecturing me over things you can’t, and will never control. And now, the music's over. So before you make a mess of yourself, or before I shamelessly put you in your place, in front of the whole Marshall pack, get your sassy uncultured ass out of my face. 

“And go think of better ways to seduce the Alpha and if possible, even hold his heart. See you around, sweetheart,” Sandra said when the music slowed down and Beatrice walked away angrily, leaving Sandra on the dance floor. 

Well, it wasn't an awkward stance considering everyone was casually walking off the dance floor and going to other places around the event spot.

Sandra watched as Beatrice strutted in the opposite direction, a smirk on her face while on Beatrice’s face, was a permanent scowl. She looked like she had had the worst day of her life. 

'I’ll teach that greedy woman a lesson. I have to. You will really pay, Scarlet,’ Beatrice said as she walked to the corner of the lobby. In her anger, she took a bottle of a pheromone-stimulating potion, drank it, and then rushed onto one of the guestrooms. 

The room was beautifully designed. It looked like a home, and less of a guest room suite. It was the kind that screamed 'welcoming,’ but there was only one problem. 

She was a woman whose boyfriend was married, what a pity.

Poor Beatrice.

"Aztec, help me!” Beatrice’s voice suddenly rang through the guestroom telephone line, and that was all it took for the young Alpha Marshall to come through the doors of the guestroom. 

He didn't need to know where the phone had rang, because he knew this place by heart and the secretary that had transferred the call to him, had told him that Beatrice had gone to their usual room.

"Dammit, Beatrice. What the hell happened to you?” Aztec asked his girlfriend who looked too disheveled. 

She was a half-naked mess and her hair was all over her face. She was sweaty and her toenails were shifting between her werewolf claws and her once beautifully manicured feet that looked like they had withstood the desert heat for years. 

Her fingers were no different and her lips were swollen. Her clothes had been ripped off because her body temperatures had increased insanely in the minutes after she ingested the portion. 

Generally, Beatrice looked like a walking disaster, save for the fact that she was writhing in pain in one of the most expensive hotels in the Marshall district.

Damn, she looked terrible.

"How did you manage to look like a zombie? What happened after the dance? The last time I saw you, you were with Sandra on the dance floor. What happened?” Aztec seriously asked Beatrice, who was convinced that her act was working. 

She may have been feeling like shit, but she was truly manifesting and getting the attention she had been seeking for the Alpha. 

He was here, with her. 

Nothing else mattered to her.

"The Luna… she—”

"Scarlet? What did she do this time? Wait, do you mean she—” Aztec asked, right when Sandra walked into the room.

"You’re needed out there, Aztec…" Sandra trailed off as she looked at Beatrice on the bed, before adding, "holy hell! What is the goddess’s good name that happened to you? Damn, you look like you got smoked. 

“I never thought you could look any worse than this, but damn girl, you outdid yourself in the past few minutes. If this is what you will look like, I doubt even Aztec would want you anymore. Girl you look terrible—

"—and I mean it with all the possible love-hate relationship we probably have,” Scarlet said, holding back a laugh, but then she ended up laughing hysterically at the poor woman holding her mate’s hand. 

She stared at Beatrice, taking in her appearance and completely ignoring Aztec who was amusedly staring at Sandra. His Luna was truly something else, that much he had to agree with. 

"You! This is your fault!”

"My fault? Oh darling, are you sure it’s not the possible brain damage you suffered from thinking too much about Alpha Aztec? I heard he likes intelligent women. 

“Oh, and beautiful ones, and right now, you look worse than my grandma’s old donkey, and that donkey is forty years old, sister,” Sandra said, her voice musing again. She was still walking around Beatrice’s bed, and admiring the horror in front of her. 

"If this is the beauty standard, I’ll pass. Anyway, what was that about me, and how your pathetic condition is my fault?” Sandra asked, this time, taking a seat next to Beatrice’s bed, staring right into Beatrice’s eyes, watching amusedly. 

Aztec hadn't said a word yet and for a moment, Sandra could have sworn that he was proud of her. For some reason, this looked like a fitting profile for Beatrice in both their eyes.

"My body suddenly got hot after drinking a glass of red wine. You put me in this state. You ruined my night, because of your jealousy,” Beatrice ranted as she grasped Aztec’s hands a little too roughly, as if to get back the attention that Aztec was currently giving Sandra. 

His Luna was hot, he had to admit that.

"The Luna? Scarlet?” Aztec asked Beatrice, before adding while looking at Sandra, “you did this to her? Is that how low you have stooped for love?” Aztec asked angrily, like he was holding himself back. 

He couldn't believe that the woman he had married had a cruel heart. What the hell was he even supposed to do right now? He could smell the Lavender scent off of Beatrice and if Sandra wasn't a human, she could smell Beatrice’s potent scent too. 

She was reeking and it was painfully disturbing. 

"What is wrong with you?” Aztec continued and Sandra decided she had had enough with the Alpha.

"You know what? I can't deal with this right now. There’s a party out there, and I’m going to enjoy my time. If you both wanna blame me for whatever fiasco this is, you can go ahead. But at least get your damned stories straight Beatrice. 

“I may be a human, but I. Am. The. Marshall. Luna. And he will eventually mark ME, so you better start healing and getting that through your thick skull. Deal with it,” Sandra said angrily as she walked out the door, even before Aztec could say another word to her. 

"Scarlet—” Aztec tried to call out, but his Luna was gone, and had left him with a woman who looked too horny to even get her stories straight. Hell, she was half-naked Dammit, this was frustrating.