CHAPTER 13 – DRUGGED

CHAPTER 13 – DRUGGED
Sloane P.O.V.

We get into the club, the door operators welcoming Axel like he is some kind of Hollywood star, and they take us to the biggest booth in the middle of the drinking area. There are other tables around us, while in the centre there’s a huge dancing floor. I see majestic red velveted doors which lead to other rooms where different music is playing, and I can only wonder how big this place is.
“Do you like it? This is one my clubs; I have five near pack borders, and more than fifty around the whole country,” Axel says proud of himself.
“It’s beautiful and very luxurious,” I concede, while I am really wondering what kind of deals he carries out in his clubs, drugs, prostitution, human trafficking? Anything could be possible with Axel. 
We order something to drink, and Axel insists that we get a few shots of Tequila; I don’t really like it, but as he is the host, I play along with his request. 
By the time the others finally join us in the club I had already downed ten shots of Tequila and a Margarita. Although werewolves can keep their alcohol, I am starting to feel a little euphoric.
I run to the other teachers, hugging and welcoming them, like we are all old friends, and then go to the bar to order shots for everyone. 
When I come back, I see that Nathan is seated near a beautiful young woman with dark long hair and huge green eyes, a shade lighter than mine. She is gorgeous and has two huge tits any woman would envy.
They are sitting close together and talking animatedly with each other; I have never seen Nathan so relaxed and at ease. I wish he could have the same expression when he’s talking to me, instead of frowning or giving me his cold stare.
“Stop staring, Alpha, you are being too obvious,” Daniel’s voice carries through the mind-link. He’s right, I am acting like the jealous girlfriend. 
I take my seat near Axel, and the waiter serves us our shots; we all gulp them down in one go, laughing and joking like silly teenagers. I do my best not to look at Nathan, although sometimes my gaze lands on him and his female companion, and every time I get a pang of jealousy. One time she was touching his arm, the next she was cleaning his mouth with a napkin, and she even had the audacity of placing her hand on his thigh. Are they a couple? 
The words he spoke a few days ago come back to my mind,
“…be warned, I am not yours, and you are not mine, we are not a thing, there is no us. If you want to keep me leashed to you unwillingly, go ahead, but I am not good at behaving ...”
Is this what he meant at the time? Is he going to slam his lovers in my face on purpose? I feel sick at the thought.
“Let’s go dance,” Axel says, pulling me up and dragging me to the dance floor. 
I feel a little dizzy, I think it’s all this drama tiring me out and making me more susceptible to the alcohol. The psychedelic lights, the loud music, Axel holding me, everything becomes a blur of sounds and colours, that I can’t distinguish clearly. I feel like I am going to throw up, so I excuse myself from Axel, and stumble towards the restroom on wobbly and unstable legs.  
I am alone in the corridor when I feel like I am fainting, my legs giving out from under me, but I don’t end up on the floor, someone breaks my fall, catching me in his strong arms. The scent of the forest, rich and musky envelops me in its safety, and on the brink of consciousness, I inhale his scent deeply, knowing who it belongs to. My mate.  

Nathan P.O.V.

I knew what Axel has been up to the moment I got into the club and saw Sloane in that state. She was completely lost, too revved up, like she had been drugged, and I bet that’s exactly what Axel had done to her. Maybe in the hope of getting her to bed against her will. Son of a bitch! I want to cut him into small pieces and give them to the eagles for lunch.
Problem is, now I can’t take Sloane away from him in front of everyone, and there’s the possibility that she won’t want to come away with me. I need to find the right opportunity, and stir her away from here, away from Axel.
At one point Daniel, Sloane’s Beta, approaches me, and tells me in a low tone,
“I distract Axel, and you take her away.” 
I don’t need him to explain whom he’s talking about, Sloane must have told him about our bond, that’s why he came to me for help. I don’t care that she told other people, it’s better this way, we can work together to keep her safe from Axel. 
Axel and Sloane stop dancing, Sloane says something to Axel, and then leaves towards the corridor on unsteady legs. That’s our clue.
Right on time, Daniel strikes up a conversation with Axel, who was ready to follow after Sloane, while I walk out unseen from one of the doors, and round back to the same corridor Sloane has disappeared in.  I see her walking drunkenly along the corridor, a hand on the wall for support, at one point she is going to crumble to the floor, so I speed up and catch her at the last second. I take her up in my arms bridal style, she’s practically unconscious, not even able to open her eyes to know who’s holding her. 
Her wolf sniffs me greedily, so maybe she knows who’s arms she’s in, and I feel on cloud nine because she is not trying to get away from me. How lame is that. 
I carry her quickly out of the club and jump in a cab, not wanting to use one of Axel’s cars and have him alerted of our escape. 
Soon we are at the packhouse, I take her out of the car while she’s still unconscious and mumbling something about big tits and claws, making me chuckle. My little devil has crazy mind.
Luckily her room is unlocked; I place her down on her bed and cover her with the blanket. Not because I’m afraid she’ll catch a cold, but because due to her unrestful sleep, her dress has run up and the plunging neckline has moved to reveal a significant amount of her plump breasts, making it difficult for me to keep my eyes and hands to myself. One thing is imagining her naked, another thing I am having the real thing here, and Goddess, she’s even better than anything my imagination could conjure.
I ponder whether to lock the door and leave her or stay until she wakes up; I am worried that son of a bitch will come to finish what he’s started, so in the end I opt for staying until she wakes.
I get myself comfortable on a chair beside her bed, and start my guarding duty, watching her sleep soundly, without a worry in the world, while my hard as rock dick strains painfully and disconsolately in my pants.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next morning I am woken by someone calling me.
“Nathan!”
Only, it doesn’t sound really like someone’s calling me, more like someone moaning out my name.
I open my eyes, and I find myself in Sloane’s room, still seated on the chair beside her bed, only the beauty before me is not asleep anymore, she’s wriggling on her bed, while moaning my name and pleasuring herself.
I can’t believe what’s happening before my eyes, is she doing it on purpose? Does she know I am here?
She has her eyes closed, so maybe she doesn’t know, maybe she is dreaming of me fucking her. Fuck!
I can’t take my eyes away from her; the cover has fallen to the floor, and her body is now completely on display. Her dress’ straps have fallen down from her shoulders, leaving her naked breasts exposed, which she is fondling sexily, while her right hand has pulled the dress up and is now massaging her clit over her panties. Her erotic moans and the powerful smell of her arousal are driving me and my wolf insane, I am so hard my fitted trousers are becoming more than painful.
Should I leave without saying anything? I bet she will be able to scent me in her room, and she will have questions. If she hears me leaving like that, what would she think?
Her right-hand slips into her black panties, her back arches, and she starts fingering herself right in front of me, the sound of her juices spilling out of her makes me want to rip her panties off and lick her clean until she begs me to fuck her.
Her little whimpers are driving me and my wolf wild. I need to do something before I lose my self-control and do again something I’ll regret.
I clear my throat loudly, hoping she can hear me over her moans and sighs.
She freezes.
So, she heard me.