Chapter 7: Chapter seven - I thought I didn't need her /1/
[AZRAEL]
And for one moment, I have let myself believe that I might have fun tonight. Well, sometimes I think that I might be naive, just as I was during the drive to the club. In short- I have been standing behind the crowd for quite a while now. Colin left me as soon as we got into the club, countless employees have offered me to show where VIP room is, but I did kindly rejected their offers, to look after my best friend. He will do something stupid; I have to stay around and get him out of trouble if needed.
Currently, I'm watching some she-wolves rubbing their bodies against each other, trying to seduce males around them. Some low-rank wolves might be a good catch for them, but I am no match. I might sound arrogant, but I'm way out of their league.
No, I'm not worried about me being in a "relationship" I have had a lot of women in my life, to keep my public image high. They like to talk about womanizers, so I gladly stay as one on display, for them not to find out how exactly I am earning my fortune.
You might think the same as the media thinks. All-mighty Azrael Valentino, man whore of the century but I'm not that type of man. I have never kissed woman, I have never slept with any woman. When I was a kid, I promised my mother to save myself for my mate. Don't get me wrong, I don't want mate, yet I will keep my promise as there is no one more important to me than my mother.
I shall keep my promise, no matter what.
The blonde she-wolf has been watching me since the moment I arrived; she should stop. It irritates me; I hate blonde hair color. Nothing personal, I hate it, without any valid reason to give.
So just like that, I stood there, looking as bored as never.
If I gave out any emotions, showing off how annoyed and nervous I was around the crowd, I would look like an idiot - good thing I've learned how to hide them.
Everything seemed calm until I noticed my best friend on the floor. He was knocked out cold. His face, covered in his blood.
Anger filled me. Someone's going to pay for this!
"Silence!" I yelled out of the top of my lungs.
The music stopped; everyone stood in their places, frozen in fear.
"Close the door; nobody leaves, nobody comes in, until I'll find out who has attacked my Beta!", I yelled in pure rage.
"Get him to the VIP room and clean him up!" I ordered two guards, standing beside me. They nod and instantly did as I just told.
Wolves lined in front of me; I observed their facial expressions. Fear, that's all I could read. Yet, I couldn't see anyone who would look like he just attacked a man. Weird.
A man, who looked like Maria's packs Delta seemed to mind-link, someone. His emotions changed moments by moments. Fear. Anger. Disappointment. Surprise. Regret. Fear again.
It looks like I've found someone who knows who's the blame for this. I took a few, intimidating steps towards him and noticed how he once again mind-linked someone. This time only fear was written all over his face.
"So tell me, who was he and why did he attack my Beta?", I asked calmly, sliding my hands into pockets of my jeans.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Alpha," he said as his voice trembled. He is hiding something. It seems like he's trying to gain more time. But what for, for whom? I have met a few of Maria's pack members; they are no fools; they know what they are doing under any circumstances.
Just as I was about to ask about the attacker once again, the door slammed open.
"What the Hell?" I groaned and turned around.
The most intoxicating scent, a mix of wildflowers and lemon hit my nostrils. There was something else, something that reminded me of childhood with my mother, the smell after rain- a mix of rain, lemon, and wildflowers. I deeply inhaled the scent once again, savoring the mouth-watering scent, which made my wolf crawl out of the back of my mind and go wild in ma matter of seconds. He kept trying to get on the surface. I tried to block him, yet this time he wouldn't stop. Until he said the word, I never wanted to hear from him.
"Mate!" he yelled desperately, need and longing lacing in his voice.
"Holy fuck, no," I said as I kept fighting him. I wanted to throw myself at the woman, to taste those lips, to feel that body against mine, I had to hold myself and my damn wolf down.
I, once again, inhaled her scent in the hope to calm my wolf. Thankfully it was a good idea; he did ease a bit, enough for me to block him out, finally. Only now I had a chance to look at her. Tiny and I mean tiny she-wolf stood in front of me. She was terrified as her head was hung low.
No, don't be afraid of me, please don't.
Suddenly realization hit me, and I understood that somehow I was terrified myself, only from the idea of my mate being afraid of me. She shouldn't be. My mate is around 5'1 tall, extremely womanly shaped. Call it cliche, but I could fall in love with her hair, I've never seen hair as deep black as hers on any she-wolf. Now, I noticed how short her dress is. Deep down, I growled in anger. Nobody, besides me, should see her dressed like this! Fucking nobody! I noticed her arriving earlier; she left soon after. She-wolves, who was around me, must have messed up my senses with their strong perfume because previously, I didn't notice this particular woman being my mate. How could I not see the perfection in her?
How? I'm such an idiot, blind one, to add.