“Come on, Mase! We’ll figure out a way to get you drunk another day,” I called back to him, snapping him out of his trance.
Vinnie, an Italian twenty-something werewolf in our pack nodded as we walked up. “Hey, guys. Glad you could make it out. Sick DJ tonight.”
Avery and I gave him a hug and the boys fist bumped as he opened the door and let us in without carding. Score. Werewolf perk. It’s not like we could get drunk anyway. The boys drank beer just to look cool and manly.
The barrage of smells that assaulted my sensitive werewolf nose were almost stress inducing. Vampire, werewolf, witch, human. I shook my head trying to make sense of it all. The humans who hung here did so knowing full well who we were. The stupid werewolf tattoo gave that away, and the vampires were easy to spot. Pale, gorgeous, and unbreathing. If there were vampires in here, it was only the nice kind, only ones who had alliances with my father. Vinnie wouldn’t let any others in. Since the downfall of the psycho bloodsuckers that shot humans up with heroin to get high and drink them to death, the remaining ones have been pretty chill. Asking for blood donations and keeping to themselves. I heard some even had willing relationships with human donors but nothing too crazy. The government and my dad kept them in check.
I saw that Brady was manning the bar, along with Amanda. He was a mid-level pack member who brewed his own beer. When he saw us, he tipped his head in respect. I wasn’t exactly royalty but being the Alpha’s daughter did get me a fair amount of special treatment.
“Want anything?” Brady asked.
Mason stepped up. “One glass of witches’ wine, please.”
We all busted out laughing and Brady looked confused.
“Never heard of it. How about a beer?”
Mason grumbled, “Fine.”
Mason was determined to get drunk at some point in his life.
The bar was packed, and as I turned to check out if my favorite video game was occupied, I froze. He was here. My breath stilled, heart hammering in my chest as I gazed upon the hottest guy I had ever seen. Ten feet from me, leaning up against my favorite Pac Man game, was the guy from my dream. He wore Converse shoes, dark worn jeans, and a tight blue t-shirt. His dark brown hair was wild and his green eyes pierced right through me as he held my gaze. My skin began to burn up, as I slowly panted. My wolf rose to the surface, the sounds in the bar faded away, and my body ached to get closer to him.
“What the?” Jax asked and followed my gaze.
‘Dream guy,’I told him through the twin bond because I wasn’t sure I could speak. Something was happening inside of me, my wolf … she was … taking control.
Jax’s eyes bulged at my declaration. Dream guy finally lowered his eyes to my lips.
‘Let’s go talk to him.’ Jax began walking and I followed, as if I was a magnet being pulled to my other half. Dream guy, and yep, he had dimples. Holy shit. Marry me now.
When we were two feet from him, a blonde girl stepped in front of me and hugged him.
“Hey, babe, sorry I’m late,” she purred.
Frickity frack. Of course he had a girlfriend.
I bit the inside of my cheek as Jax grabbed my hand and we took a sharp left to go outside. Weaving our way through the crowd we walked out onto the patio where everyone was smoking.
“Well, that was interesting,” Jax said. I could feel him scanning my emotions to see if I was okay.
“Whatever, he’s not my mate. He still might need help though. Should I call Mom?”
Jax frowned at my words and seemed to consider it. “No, she will get all helicopter mom and drive over here and kill our night. How about Mason and I go chat him up. Say we like his shoes or some shit.”
I nodded. Pretty brilliant. “When I was a few feet from him, before the blonde bitch cut me off, I smelled something.”
Jax creased his brow. “You think he’s a supe?”
Jax’s term for supernatural.
I shrugged. I hadn’t gotten close enough, but I did smell something weird.
Jax gave me a knowing smile. “Blonde bitch, eh? You sound jealous. I thought he wasn’t your mate?”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” Was I? I didn’t even know this guy butGretchen’s words came back to me. Fate. He found me.
Avery and Mason came outside with beers. “Thanks for ditching us!” Avery groaned.
