I turned at the sound of his voice. I could probably pick his voice out of an entire crowd if need be. It was rough, but held a certain kind of delicacy that I found attractive. The whisper of an accent fell from his tongue, accompanying his words.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here again, beautiful.” I turned and met his swirling blue eyes. Brighter than the sea, more comparable to the sky on a clear day.
My heart did this weird pitter patter as a sly smile formed on his face. His smile was as I remembered it from Chelsea’s birthday, charming with just a hint of mischievousness. It was sxy yet impishly innocent all in one. There was no denying how gorgeous this man was, anyone with eyes could see it. Maya remained quiet as I turned to look at the guy. She had long ago stopped forcing me away from guys. She knew I wouldn’t sleep with just anyone. Flirting was definitely on the table, sx most certainly was not. Well, until I met Alpha Asher.
“Oh look, it’s the nameless guy.” I smirked, feeling my heart jump when he flashed me a gleaming smile. Amusement danced in his eyes.
“The nameless guy?” He gave me a lopsided smirk.
His blindingly light blonde hair caught the flashing scarlet lights. His hair practically reflected the color, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like in actual sunlight. Beautiful, I’m sure.
“I assure you, beautiful.” He leaned in, towering over me. His cologne flooded through my nose. Musky and earthy with a hint of something sweet. “I have a name.”
“You didn’t give it to me last time we met.” I pouted, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “I gave you mine.”
For just a moment, an image of Breyona and Mason flashed through my mind. It was like a beam of light in a dark room. It went out so quickly, I was blinded and stumbling around. As quickly as my mind cleared, it fogged up again.
His cologne was really strong; but boy did it smell good.
“Names are important things, Lola.” The guy smirked down at me. I was sure he could hear my hammering heart. “Can’t just give them away to anyone.”
A rush of something familiar ran through me. It resembled the intense desire I felt for Alpha Asher, only it was different some how. This guy called to another side of me, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore. The strange feeling made me bold. I stood on my tip toes, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. He felt much too cold to be out dancing at a club, as though he had just come inside from the crisp nighttime breeze. I toyed with his shoulder length hair, marveling at how soft it truly felt.
“You can trust me.” I smirked back at the guy, fluttering my eyelashes suggestively. “I’m great at keeping secrets.”
“I suppose I can, beautiful.” He grinned down at me. The intensity of his gaze was almost unsettling, as though I were the only person in the entire club. It could’ve been empty for all the two of us cared.
Breyona and Mason were far from my mind. I couldn’t quite remember why I was here to begin with. All I know is that I ran into this devastatingly handsome guy after losing him the first time. It was fate; or pure luck that we managed to find eachother again. Like some sort of fairy tale. His smile was sincere yet devious, his body was chiseled yet dressed in that bad-boy persona.
“Call me Tristan.” He smirked down at me.
I recognized the slight accent as he told me his name. His voice swam in circles around my head, shoving away any other thoughts I could’ve been having.
“Tristan.” I repeated, only without the accent. “Is that French?”
“It is.” Tristan smiled down at me, “Named after my Father, and his Father before.”
“I like it.” My voice came out in a low purr.
I hadn’t realized we had been talking in the midst of the thundering music, somehow able to hear eachother clearly. I struggled to hear Breyona, but Tristan’s voice was clear as a bell.
“Come outside with me, beautiful.” Tristan gave me a breathtaking smile. “It’s hard to hear your lovely voice with all of this noise.”
I felt myself nodding, allowing Tristan to guide me in front of him. He led me up the stairs and to a balcony door. This balcony sat outside the club, off to the side. The view was horrible, looking down into the damp alley way but the noise was a vanishing thought out here. The thundering music was a dull pulse through the glass doors.
I rested my back against the railing, watching with clouded eyes as Tristan stalked towards me. His movements were slow, yet incredibly smooth. He moved as though everything else in the world went still for him, it was graceful in a strange way. His light colored hair reflected the moonlight, making it look almost white. The scent of his cologne was much stronger out here, that musky scent with just a touch of something sweet. Tristan approached me, taking my face in his hands. His palms were cool against my skin, but his touch did something to my heart. It pounded in my chest, heating my skin almost unbearably. His touch was the only thing that cooled me, and for that reason I pulled him closer.
“Beautiful, Lola.” Tristan murmured, his lips dangerously close to my ear. His voice was light yet his words sounded heavy. “How long I have waited for you.”
“You waited for me?” My voice came out dreamily.
My mind was a blur of information, things that I had no access to. I couldn’t remember my family, or my life in the pack. All I knew was Tristan and I, that’s all I could think about. His touch, his face, his voice, his scent. All of it was swimming around in my head seductively.
“Of course, beautiful.” Tristan murmured, his cold teeth grazing the soft skin below my earlobe. “You are destined to be mine.”
A shiver ran through me under his touch, igniting me in a different kind of way. Something chimed in the back of my head, reminding me I had felt this way before. I had felt this with someone else.
“Yours?” The idea wasn’t such a bad one. What would be so bad about being Tristan’s?
He was everything I wanted; The only thing that mattered, that made sense.
‘What the hell, Lola?’ A snarky voice snapped inside my mind, but was then abruptly shoved back. It felt like two people warring in my mind. One was a male, the other a snarky female. They were at war, while I sat blissfully sedated.
“Beautiful, are you still here?” Tristan murmured, his hand cupping my chin.
The snarky female retreated into the darkness, and my mind became muddled once more.
“I’m here.” I murmured, “I’ll always be here.”
“Always.” Tristan murmured, “That is a long time, Lola.”
“A long time.” I repeated, wanting just one more excuse to hear his feathery voice.
“I will claim you as my own.” Tristan murmured, his lips were moving lower. “You’ll be coming home with me tonight, beautiful.”
That was music to my ears, sending my heart into a love sick frenzy. This was everything I had been waiting for, hoping for.
Tristan’s lips moved lower, nestling just above my shoulder blade. The moment his lips pressed against my skin, I knew there was no turning back. My mind was still a jumbled fog. One part of me was trying to decipher what was going on, and the other side of me couldn’t care less.
‘I wouldn’t do this.’ The rational side of me snapped, ‘Who cares, just look at him.’ The dreamy side of me responded.
His tongue flicked against my sensitive skin, and a blissful sigh left my lips. His touch was heavenly, cold but delicate. It was when his teeth emerged and pierced my skin, that the fog in my mind imploded. The rational side of me was being dragged away kicking and screaming. I could see it all in my mind. The rational me, being pulled by her hair towards a giant person-sized chest, a lock and golden chain sat nearby. She was screaming at me, pleading with me to save her but I was too far away.
“Get the f**k off her you creep!” Someone shouted, and whatever had been dragging the rational side of me faded into nothingness.
It was then I realized Tristan had been holding me up. He jerked away from me, and I slumped against the cool balcony floor. Something wet dripped down my shoulder, feeling warm against my cooled skin.
“What the f**k just happened?” The voice was frantic. Someone grabbed me from under my shoulders, someone I knew wasn’t Tristan.
I wanted to search for him, to reach out and feel his cool skin against my own. I wanted to hear his velvet smooth voice, feel his glossy hair under my fingertips. He wasn’t with me anymore, I could feel it. The fog was slowly draining from my mind, leaving me with an overwhelming feeling of fatigue. I couldn’t remember where we were, why we had come here. All I knew was I wanted Tristan as much as I wanted a nap. Names and faces began to filter into my mind, but I couldn’t make them match up.
A guy was carrying me, he had a frown on his face. He was cute, but Tristan was the only man on my mind. A girl was walking next to him, she had short hair and was wearing a beautiful dress. She looked angry, worried and frightened. We walked over to a car, and the short haired girl unlocked the doors. She turned to another guy, one I hadn’t noticed before. Her lips grazed his softly, her hand grasping his tightly. They were speaking to eachother. I couldn’t force my ears to listen, but whatever they were saying must’ve been brief.
“Lola?” The guy who had carried me was talking.
I blinked once and realized we were in the car, driving down the road. Just a second ago we had been at the club. A second ago, I had been with Tristan.
“Lola?” The guy repeated.
I was slumped against the seat, my body inches away from his own. I couldn’t understand who he was talking to. It was a hard thing to explain. I knew my name was Lola, and yet I couldn’t fathom why he’d be talking to me. He wasn’t Tristan.
I blinked again and realized I was being carried into a house. More people I knew I should remember rushed forward, their faces frantic and their eyes spilling with worry. A gruff looking man and an older woman rushed towards me. I couldn’t feel my legs as I tumbled forward into the man’s arms.
“What happened to her?” The gruff man was angry, so angry.
“We went to Haze to find my mate.” The girl rushed out, her voice cracking. “Lola got lost and we found her with some guy. He was—He was biting her.”
The gruff man went pale, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if he was going to throw up. I hoped he didn’t throw up on me, even though I probably wouldn’t notice if he did.
“Oh Goddess.” The older woman gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “They found her.”