Three

Anastasia ran through the hordes of sweaty people in an attempt to get away from the man despite everything in her telling her to go back. 

She blamed it on her drunkenness, she couldn’t be fixated on a man she just met. It just was not normal. She was quite small so it was easy to squeeze through quickly.

He goes after her unable to say anything but hindered completely by people blocking his path. Since he didn’t know her name he couldn’t call her out. He didn’t know why he was going after her. All he knew was that he was drawn to her and her scent.

Anastasia was drunk and her head fogged up more when she was around that mysterious man. She really needed to get away from here before she lost all her sanity.

When she finally makes it outside the club it’s like a breath of fresh air, literally. All the scents are gone, just the cool breeze remains. It managed to clear her fogged up brain a little. 

She tried to forget the gorgeous mysterious man that caused her world to stop. She wanted to slap herself because she was soon to be mated. 

She couldn’t even remember his face since she didn’t see it properly...but his scent. She shivered.

Suddenly, Anastasia realized that she hadn't seen her best friend in a while and scolded herself for being too distracted. She searched her body to find her phone to call her.

The phone rang over and over but she didn’t answer. Confused, she called again. After three times she gave up wondering what could possibly happen that made Elizabeth not pick up her phone.

Anastasia wanted to return to the club and look for her but didn’t want to be caught by the man she bumped into. After contemplation she finally decided to follow the back of the club. 

Almost immediately after she left the man burst out of the exit doors in search of her. Her scent was already faint meaning she had already left the place. 

He growled angry he lost her but didn’t know why he felt so torn apart. Like a piece of him was ripped from his grasp.

Anastasia checked the bathroom lines and asked people if they had seen Elizabeth but they proved no help. They were either too drunk or horny to give her a proper answer. At last, she decided to just go home with hopes of seeing her at the pack.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, the car they used to come was gone which meant she had to shift to her wolf to go back. She walked softly into the forest making sure no one was following her and once she found a secured spot she quickly removed her dress and let nature do its work.

She felt her bones crack and rearrange, she has gone through this process so often that it was almost not painful anymore. As soon as her paws touched the ground everything heightened. From her sense of smell to her hearing. This was her favorite moment as a werewolf. The only time she feels free. 

Running through the forest with extraordinary speed, she always prided herself for her speed which made up for her lack of strength. She trained secretly sometimes which made the talent develop better. In minutes she arrived at the pack house.

Anastasia stared at the huge building that housed several werewolves. The house that she would soon start living in once she mates with Philip. The pack house quiet which was expected since it was almost two am. 

She didn’t know why her feet led her to the front of Alpha Philips room. Anastasia assumed it was the alcohol but she was shaky before opening the door a little.

Moans and bodies rubbing against each other sounded through the crack. Anastasia peeked through the crack and froze. All the alcohol vanished from her system in an instant.

Her best friend was tangled in the arms of her mate to be. As they rutted against each other she was able to realize that this was not the first time they were doing this.

Anastasia leaned away from the door feeling utterly betrayed. She didn’t really feel Alpha Philip's betrayal because they really had no relationship with each other but Elizabeth’s betrayal pierced through her heart causing it to bleed.

 She thought they understood each other but it seems she was only being used as a tool. A stepping ladder to gain status. Anastasia confined in her and stabbed her in the back.

As she was about to turn and escape from this hell of a nightmare their voices stopped her in her tracks. She strained her ears to listen even with her werewolf hearing.

“So what are we going to do about her, Philip?” Elizabeth asked. She sounded out of breath. Disgust washed over her but she forced herself to continue listening. 

She assumed they were talking about her.

“Nothing. She doesn’t matter. I’ve told you this already.” Philips gruff voice sounded. There was some rustling but Anastasia continued to listen.

“But what if you fall in love with each other after the mating?” Elizabeth whined. It sounded like she was pouting. Philip huffed in annoyance.

“I’ll never fall for that useless bitch. The only thing she has going for her is her face.”

“Are you saying she is prettier than me?” Elizabeth snapped. Philip let out a warning growl causing her to whimper in fear.

“Nobody is as beautiful as you, my love.” He responded after a while. More sounds of kissing filled the room.

The next thing Philip said left her in absolute terror.

“When she becomes the ‘Luna’ it won’t matter because all she has to do is bare my pups. After that I’ll discard her and will make you Luna. If not for her heritage I would have made you Luna.” Philip sounded bitter as he spat out those cruel words. Saying Luna with a mocking tone.

Elizabeth was finally satisfied and snuggled closer to Philip.

Anastasia moved her frozen body away from the door as quietly as possible. Her blood ran cold as she replayed Philip's words in her mind.

What the hell did her heritage have to do with her being chosen as Luna!