Sitting in my familiar Alpha office, I turned to look at her. The long blond hair I had once adored so much, twisted up into a sleek ponytail, her make-up done to perfection. She had made an effort today, yet I did not care in the slightest, as my eyes were full of fury, as they set upon her from across the room.
I could not stand the sight of this woman, and why she felt it was acceptable to return here, yet again, I did not know. She had not been here in weeks, but out of the blue she had appeared begging to speak to me. I had hoped after the last time she may have got the message...
“I won’t keep asking you, Brooke. This is done. We are done. Have been since the moment you decided our matebond meant nothing.” I snarled at her, and her eyes filled with tears. No doubt the fake ones she was so good at conjuring up at a moment's notice when she felt they were of benefit to her. The ones I had so easily fallen for many times early on in our relationship, but had soon learned meant nothing.
“Mason, please. You know I made a mistake.” She begged, putting on the most pathetic and pleading voice she could. Fluttering her ridiculously long lashes at me. Again, hoping that would benefit her. I don’t know if that worked on her other men, but it sure as hell was not about to work on me.
I shook my head in disgust. How I had ever felt anything for this woman in front of me was beyond me. This had been my fated mate. The one selected for me by the Moon Goddess, and I can recall the moment I met her, being blown away by how beautiful she was. Thinking the Moon Goddess had blessed me, yet now, it seemed the Moon Goddess had fucked up. And fucked up royally, because this woman was not worthy of being a chosen mate, let alone a Luna. She was not trustworthy.
Her betrayal had crushed me. Crushed my heart. And I would not allow her back in. I could not give her the opportunity to do that to me again. I turned to look at her, a sneer upon my face. I did not care how nasty I sounded. She deserved all that came to her.
“A mistake?” I questioned her statement. “Which time? Because it isn’t like it was just the once Brooke, which would have been bad enough. No, it went on for months. And he wasn’t the only one either. So, why not do us a favor and fuck off. Back to the hole you crept out of. I do not want you anymore. Why can you not accept that?”
Her eyes widened at my words as she shook her head in disbelief, her long ponytail swinging as she did. “I am your fated mate, you should not be talking to me like that. I remember the day you met me. How happy you were. And, Mase, what about the day you marked me? Remember how good that was?” she began. I knew she was trying to manipulate me, and despite the memories hurting, because they had been special once upon a time, it was not going to work. Not today. Not ever.
“No, Brooke, you were my fated mate. Were. As in not any longer. I rejected you. You know, like kicked you to the curb? The moment I knew you had allowed another man to touch you when you were mine. That changed the way I looked at you instantly. And yes, of course, I was happy to have met my fated mate. That is how matebonds are supposed to work. It is just a shame you did not respect the matebond in quite the same way, isn’t it? Allowing any old dick near you. So willing to betray our bond, our trust. Why would I ever want that back?”
Brooke stood in front of my office desk, biting her lip, as if to hold herself from talking, and I could see tears slipping from her eyes. She turned to walk away from me, but as she reached my office door, she turned back, looking at me with pleading eyes. “I need you back, Mase. I still want to be with you. That never changed. I want to be the Luna again. I miss what we had... and I have nowhere else to go.” She began to sob, but this time the tears seemed suddenly more real, and now I saw her true reasoning for all of this.
I allowed her words to flow over me. So, the truth was she had come here in a bid to win me back simply because she had nobody else to turn to. She had always loved the role of Luna, and the control it gave her. It had always bugged me a little how she seemed power hungry, but I had let it go, because everything else about her, I had loved. Until she had done the unspeakable, of course.
And now it seemed she was craving that title once more. She didn’t want me, she needed me. She needed the things I could give her. She had hoped she would be able to play upon my emotions and manipulate me? Well, I had news for her. My emotions were long gone. Shut away, and closed, especially to her.
She had ruined me the moment I had walked in on her and that man at it in our bed. The pain of the betrayal had near killed me. I had no intention of letting her back into my life. Not now and not ever. I was done with this.
“I said fuck off. So do it. I couldn’t give a damn if you have nobody else to turn to Brooke, you put yourself into that situation. So, now it is time to put your big girl panties on. That is, assuming you know how to keep your panties on, of course, and sort your own mess out. Now, get the hell out of here, and out of my pack.” I snarled, moving toward her, opening the door to ensure she left this time.
My whole body shook as she looked at me in shock. This was not how I had wanted to start my day, but I did not need my former mate holding me down any longer. “And I do not want you coming back. I mean it, or my guards will be told to attack.” I warned her this time, seeing as every other time I told her to leave, she simply returned at a later time.
She slowly nodded, before leaving, as I strode angrily across my office, before falling into my seat. Life sure liked to slap me when I was down, I swear… but that one could stay away!
I sat down with a coffee, and tried to distract myself from the worst imaginable beginning of the day, when there was yet another knock at my office door. I released a huge sigh... this was not what I needed. Not off about two hours' sleep...“Come in!” I called, only hoping it would not be Brooke deciding to come back for round two. I would be letting my wolf out if it was, I swear…“Only me. No need to sound like you want to eat me.” Levi said cheerfully as he walked into my office. Levi was the pack’s Beta, and one of my closest friends. He was also one of the guys who liked to drive me crazy. And seemed to be always smiling.I faked a smile at him as he dropped himself onto the seat in front of my desk. “Jeez, Mase, you used up your smiling quota for the month or something?” he joked. "Because you look miserable as sin, dude."“Wow, thanks for that. But, yeah, something like that. What's up anyway?”“Was that who I thought it was leaving?” he asked, and I knew instantly he had to
Despite my reluctance, and trying my hardest to avoid the evening, my friends had ensured I had met them, and soon enough, we were in the town, touring the bars like nothing had changed since we were teens. Having fun, drinking as much as we could, knowing that the alcohol would take little effect on our werewolf bodies. We were out to enjoy ourselves and to ensure that our friend enjoyed his celebrations.One of the bonuses of being a werewolf was our tolerance of alcohol. We could drink it in serious excess before it had any major effect. Though, in some ways, that could also be somewhat of a downside too. For example, if it was you paying the bill, which often fell to me, or if you were wanting to drown your sorrows… which again seem to fall on me pretty often of late…Ah well, tonight, I was here to try to enjoy my time with my friends, celebrating Jaxon getting married. Killian, Leon and Eli, three of the pack’s best warriors, and also three more of my closest friends had come al
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, before looking across the room at my friend Octavia, or Tavi for short, to where she leaned against the wall. Her long blond hair pruned to within an inch of its life as it always was when we were going out to perform. She smiled at me, as she caught my eye.“Ready for the same old shit?” she asked with a wry smile, before adjusting the purple corset style lingerie she had on tonight. Neither one of us enjoyed our job, but we stayed because it paid well, and both of us wanted out. We were saving for better things. And working here gave us a fast track to getting what we needed. More than a standard job ever could, and that was what continued to bring us back.“Ready as I will ever be.” I flicked back my long dark waves over my shoulder, already uncomfortable in the heels I had on tonight. “I think these shoes were a bad idea.” I grumbled, and I heard Ettie, one of the other girls giggling as she applied another layer of mascara in preparation
The bar was becoming busier, so it seemed it was a popular place, though looking around, I could see why. Half-naked women would certainly be a draw, I was sure.“You wanting another drink?” Levi asked, and I nodded, unsure if he would hear me over the music.My eyes wandered around the room once more, though I could not help allowing them to fall back to the dark-haired beauty in the corner. It was almost as if she did not want to be seen, although surely that couldn't be the case when she chose to work somewhere like this. But, if she was trying to hide out, it hadn't worked. I had seen her. Oh, I had seen her, and was struggling to take my eyes away from her. She was stunning, and should not be in a place like this. Though, in truth, I am sure none of the girls should be…“Got your eye on someone Mase?” Killian nudged me with his elbow, suddenly bringing my attention back to my immediate surroundings, rather than to the woman across the room who was currently moving her hips in a w
Her beautiful body moved seductively toward our table, and I could not take my eyes from her. Waves of deep brown hair with a hint of purple under the lights of the bar. Her red and black corset was enhancing every curve of her womanly body…‘You are practically drooling!’ Killian linked with a chuckle. ‘You know that, right?’I quickly shifted my gaze to him, turning it to a scowl. He was asking for a slap. I was admiring the view was all. And a beautiful view it was. Was that not the point of coming in here? My friends had wanted me to come out and enjoy myself, meet women... well, that was what I was doing. And, right now, I have to say, I was actually enjoying myself, which surprised me.“I heard you guys were out to celebrate you getting married soon, is that right?” A sultry voice began, making me bring my gaze right back to the beauty, who was now at our table. In fact, disappointment filled me as I realized she had not come across to me after all. She was standing authoritativ
I could not help but glance at the handsome man in front of me that I was being asked to dance for. His deep brown eyes had barely left mine since he had sat down. And now I found myself taken aback by the fact he had offered me his hand. I was here to dance for him, as suggested by his friend. So why was he offering me his hand? What did he plan to do? Dance with me?As he pulled me close, I felt my heart begin to race, when I almost landed on his lap. His strong, spicy, masculine scent filled my senses and made me feel almost dizzy with lust, taking me by surprise. “I have no intention of disappointing you, beautiful.” He whispered, and I felt my knees go weak at his words. I had no clue in what way he thought he would have any opportunity to be disappointing me tonight...I felt my mouth go dry as I swallowed heavily. Abe, the security for my area was suddenly striding over. “Keep your hands to yourself.” His voice was gruff, and authoritative, as he barked his orders to the handso
I offered the beauty my hand again, while her security seemed to have headed to the bar, and she accepted without hesitation, while I led her to the booth across the sectioned off area near to the stage she had only moments ago been dancing upon.‘Ooooh, putting the moves in are we big man?’ Killian joked, and I held back the smile playing upon my lips. No, there was no moves, I just wanted to get away from him and his smart mouth before he said something else to show me up. It was a good job he was my friend, because the way he spoke to me sometimes, any other pack member would have been in serious trouble. But, with Killian, I knew it was always in good spirits, and he had always been that way ever since we were teenagers. He had a way about him that always had us laughing...“Are your friends not coming?” Gi-Gi asked me as she perched herself at the edge of the leather seat, her long legs elegantly stretched out in front of her, and I swear my heart felt like it stopped at the sigh
The man next to me had caught my attention the moment he had walked into the bar. I was used to men of many kinds coming into the bar night after night, and not once had one pulled my eyes towards him like this one had. There was just something about him and the way that he carried himself. So strong and self-assured. So powerful and confident. And now I had the pleasure of his company, he most definitely had my attention…“So, Gianna, come here often?” He almost purred at me teasingly, and I couldn’t help but smile at his hellishly cheesy attempt at a joke.“Well, you know, every now and again.” I told him, fully aware of the eyes of his friends being upon us. No doubt, awaiting their friend embarrassing himself. But, from all I could see, he was pretty composed so far. If anything, he was confident. And he had said he planned to charm me, had he not? That told me he was no doubt a regular with the ladies…“You worked here since it opened?” he asked, seemingly genuinely interested.“