"So, you are my brother's lucky mate. I totally knew it," she stated with a glint of excitement.
I looked at her, trying to study her. What’s lucky about having that arrogant jerk as a mate? I would have asked if I wasn't so nice. "Yes, I guess so, and you are his sister." I mentally face-palmed—of course, she’s his sister, but I thought her name was Mila.
I felt my wolf roll her eyes as she sat on her paws. "Remind me again, why the hell are we stating the obvious?"
I sighed. "I have no idea."
"Well, I'm basically his cousin, but we grew up like siblings. My name is Stephanie, but you can call me Sophie—most people do. Anyway, I'm so glad you're his mate!" Sophie said excitedly. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. We need to celebrate!"
'Wait, what?'
Sophie stood up and grabbed my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked her, confused. What were we even celebrating? I just wanted to crawl into my blankets and dread the day my father walked into my life with all this garbage of secrets and drama.
She smirked. "To celebrate at the werewolves' club. You need to loosen up a bit. I’m sure you must have been bored sitting here all alone with my annoying cousin—you poor thing!"
"Jake is so going to kill you. Or maybe he will eat you…" Nina said.
I ignored her and smirked. I mean, defying the Alpha? I love the idea. What is he going to do? I thought to myself. He can't possibly kill his mate, can he? Will he?
"Let’s go. I’ve been dying to get out of this place," I told Sophie, who was already dragging me out of the pack house.
"You're going to love the place! It’s incredibly fun!"
We got into Sophie’s black BMW, which looked *incredibly* beautiful. It’s so good to be rich.
"Nice car," I said, admiring the soft leather seats.
"Thanks. She's my favorite," Sophie replied, starting the engine.
*****
We arrived at the Blue Bloods Club after an hour, around midnight. I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for defying the Alpha, but I shrugged it off. Nina was awfully quiet. I was starting to get used to her company in my head, but I knew she was against me going out without Jake's approval.
"Welcome to the Blue Bloods Club!" Sophie shouted, grabbing my hand again. 'This girl is going to pull my hand out of its socket one day.'
I followed her to a considerably big building with bright lights and loud music. I smiled—I had a *thing* for parties.
We passed by a buff guard who looked really scary and ready to kill. We showed him our IDs, and he let us through.
The music inside the club was even louder. I swear my eardrums were about to burst. I sighed in relief when, surprisingly, my favorite song started to play: "Lucky" by Aurora.
"Stay close to me at all times. Let’s get some drinks!" Sophie shouted unnecessarily, considering the music wasn’t that loud anymore. I followed her to the bar, avoiding all the dancing figures. The club was packed.
We sat on the black chairs by the bar. A curly blond man came over to take our orders.
Sophie smiled at him. "Hi, Tim!"
The man, now identified as Tim, gave us a toothy grin. "Sophie! Would you like your usual?"
"Uhm, tonight we’re celebrating, so give us something stronger—your best shots!" she shouted.
I raised an eyebrow at Sophie. I really had no intention of getting wasted tonight, and I had no idea what we were really celebrating. Sophie noticed my expression of disapproval.
"Don’t worry! Wolves don’t get *that* drunk. Besides, what’s a celebration without getting a little bit wasted?"
Yeah, she was right. I needed to get a little bit wasted—not because I was celebrating but because I needed to drown my sorrows.
"Okay!" I shouted back, and they smiled.
Tim brought out two large bottles—one with blue liquid and another with black liquid.
"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!"
I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?"
Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The shots are only given to werewolves, but humans don’t even know about it."
I widened my eyes in realization. "Oh, that’s so cool!"
Tim and Sophie both laughed at my childish comment. After Tim finished mixing the alcohol, he poured it into two tiny glasses and handed them to us. I picked up my glass and immediately drank it all at once.
"JESUS!" I shouted out loud. The shot was strong. I felt it burn as it went down my throat, but I loved the sweet taste it left on my tongue. I could already feel myself getting tipsy.
I saw Sophie shaking her head vigorously as if trying to get rid of her own tipsiness.
"Another one!" she shouted.
After that, we found ourselves having several shots, one after the other. All I can say is that I was already wasted. After a few more minutes, I found myself on the dance floor, dancing with Sophie like crazy to Sia and Zayn’s "Dusk Till Dawn." Then, after an hour, we were dancing like mad to Axwell & Ingrosso's "More Than You Know." I *love* that song!
I didn’t even notice that there was a guy behind me. He grabbed my hips and started dancing with me. I was having the time of my life! As for Sophie, I had no idea where she had disappeared to.
When my head started pounding, I knew I had to find the restroom before I threw up all over the dance floor.
I started walking away like a drunk zombie. I stumbled a few times and had to hold onto the walls for support. I couldn’t feel Nina at all, and I guessed it was because of the alcohol. "Nina... a little… help, please… wake up," I stammered. I needed her strength. I could barely see clearly anymore.
Before I could reach the restroom, I was slammed against the wall. "Ah! What the hell!" I screamed.
I looked at the guy who had me trapped against the wall and realized he was the same one I had been dancing with. Not cool at all, dude! I thought to myself.
He leaned into my neck and started sniffing me. I tried pushing him away, but that didn’t work—I was helpless. "Get... off me!"
He just smirked. "No."
With that simple answer, he smashed his lips onto mine, kissing me roughly. I could feel his sharp teeth almost piercing my neck. I couldn’t believe this was happening—he was either going to rape me or kill me. Or both!
I closed my eyes, but suddenly, the guy was ripped away from me, and I heard a loud, fierce growl. I fell to the ground and watched as a figure beat the crap out of the guy who was about to attack me. Then, I was picked up by my sudden hero. My vision was still blurry, but when I heard his voice, I knew I was in big trouble.
"Shit."
"You defied me..." he said, anger filling each word that came out of his mouth.