Chapter 16

- Vlad~

I drove towards one of the bars downtown, I called Xylan to meet me there at the bar. I needed some drink to take my thoughts off Samara.

It was an exclusive bar in which you needed a pass to get in and one in which one of the wealthiest men in the pack can come in and have fun.

If there was anyone as rich as the Alpha, it would be Hector Salvatore and he was the owner of this Premium Bar. I had met with him a few times in the bar, had almost the same build as me but we had nothing to talk about except sharing a few greetings, obviously, he can’t see me and walk past.

I was the Alpha and he must show his respect.

In the Premium Bar, I have my own space and bartender, as an Alpha I can’t be seen with just anyone except my Beta.

“Alpha Vlad.” Maxim the waiter at the bar greeted me when I came in.

“It’s been a while since you came.” He directed me to the corner which lead to the place I would be staying for the couple of hours that I would be here.

I walked past the strippers on the pole, the music blared around me, bodies gyrating against each other, and the air was tainted with cigarettes and of course, alcohol.

Ladies were dancing in a lewd manner at the center of the bar.

She-wolves, I shake my head slightly and continued following Maxim.

“Get me the usual.” I sat down at the different sections of the room. A petite blonde stared at me and bite her lips seductively, I bared my teeth at her with a low growl and she bowed immediately and I asked Maxim to draw the curtains.

“Whisky as always, Alpha.” Maxim nodded and darted out of sight, he came back shortly with the drink and I drowned it down my throat while I waited for Xylan to come.

My head began to throb painfully, I have taken a lot of whiskeys already and my movement was sloppy yet it didn’t cure what I was feeling, but had made it worse.

How kissing Samara had felt, her soft lips that pressed against mine, and how she was against my arms, I couldn’t help but think how her pussy wall would feel against my cock, would it hug it so tight?

Fuck.

I could feel the erection in my pants and the outline and shape were quite visible, it was better than being alone in the section.

I said I won’t get involved with her, why were my thoughts playing tricks on me? And my body that was suddenly craving for hers.

I chugged down another glass.

I had a lot of girls satisfied each time I had the urge to fuck some bitches but now I can’t get anyone at my hands, they seem to disgust me all of a sudden. All I could think of was Samara and how she would feel beneath me again.

I had slept with her just once, the night I found out she was my mate. Now that I see her again, I want her.

I run my hands over my hair.

I must have been going crazy, she clouded my thoughts. I shouldn’t have kissed her, it has ignited some sparks in me that seem to be irresistible. I wanted to stop her from talking but I was wrong.

“Vlad?” I lift my head from my drink and looked around for the familiar voice.

“I’m right here.”

“Xylan.”

He sat down next to me, dressed up causally as I have always known him to. Black pants and a T-shirt.

“You should dress well sometime, what if you find your mate here?” I extended a glass to him, and he took them and had a sip.

“I can’t find my mate here, I’m going to reject her if I do.”

I muffled a glass at his sour face.

“How can I find my mate in a bar, a premium bar in particular, you know what that means Vlad, this is where you get bitches that serve your bed.” He shook his head as if he wanted the thought to go off.

“It’s horror, I don’t want that by the way, why are you here? You hardly came to the bar in the last month. That was understandable since you were preparing for marriage with Nica.” He leaned on the seat and crossed his legs with his body close to me.

“One might think you’re gay.”

Xylan coughed and moved away from me.

“You know me more than anyone else.” He frowned.

“That’s why I’m starting to doubt your sexuality.”

Xylan grabbed the drink from my hand.

“You’re drunk.”

I’m not.” I slurred and my head was falling.

“I met Hector on my way here. I guess he knows you’re around. Did he perhaps come here? There’s something off with that man.” He clunk his tongue and gulped down the glass of whisky.

“He did not, and I do not want to see him. I would ask for some tonic.”

“We are not, I’m taking you home. You’re drunk.”

“Fine.” I throw my hands in the air.

“Tell me what you found out, I didn’t want us to have this conversation at home because of Samara, emotions are high.” I took the glass back from Xylan and refilled it.

“I did not find anyone who practiced witchcraft in the pack, they said the last one from years ago, died and was left with a daughter but the daughter is missing, no one has heard of her or seen her for years now. I was thinking the daughter must have been hiding.” Xylan explained everything in a timid voice, his hands were placed over the table.

“You know the pack forbids witches and we had a bad experience with them, that we cut ties with witches and killed most of them that were alive at that time when my grandfather was Alpha then. Some did escape, I think the one who did was one of them you were talking about.”

“It’s possible, she has a daughter, and the daughter must have some witchcraft powers as well.”