Chapter 3
Greens POV:
I hated coming to the city, but business demanded it. Andre was certain something was happening, and he wanted my opinion. I had tried to get him to do this over the phone, but he had insisted.
So here I was on the way to his fucking club in New York City hundreds of miles from my pack. Still, Andre was the best for information, thousands of wolves passed through his pack every day, and he listened to them. None of the pointless wolves realized their gossip was filed away in the vault of Andres' mind to be pulled out and called up whenever he needed it.
From the smallest pack in the city on the verge of extinction, when he took it over, Andre kept his people safe that much I could respect how he did it was less than ideal. I preferred to carry the bigger stick.
But Andre… he wasn't bigger. His land wasn't bigger, and he had no natural resources. All he had was enterprise and entertainment. He found the value in information, and now no one would cross his lands with our laying homage.
Luckily though before he put his big mouth to use I used to pull his scrawny butt out of scrapes. So when there's big news, he does me the courtesy of giving a heads-up.
This news must be monumental because he called me all the way to this cesspool of a city. How wolves could stand living like this one on top of the other, I’ll never understand. How do they run? How do they hunt?
I crossed my arms, staring up at the neon sign. Andre liked to treat his guests to hotel suites and reservations at the best restaurants. I didn't buy into it, though. The sooner I saw him, the sooner we could leave.
We walked into the club right away. We had gotten her late in the day, so the dance floor was already packed and the music pounding. It hurt my ears and made my head pound, but I wouldn't show it, not when half the people in where were looking for a sign of weakness.
“Mr. Alastor,” please come this way. A woman called my name and escorted us past a door and up a flight of stairs.
It will lead up to a small room covered in dark blue velvet with couches and a circular glass table in the middle set up with food and liquor.
Not soon after the woman left, I heard the telltale laugh of my old friend, “Andre.” I stood and shook his hand.
“ Green the giant,” he snickered, plopping onto the couch and motioning for us to sit as well. I noted to my pack mates, and they all sat.
I brought Cami and Hayley as well as my brother, that should be enough defense in case anything goes south. Cami may look small, but she was the fastest runner. I did not doubt her.
“Please make yourselves comfortable,” he sat, popping a grape into his mouth and opening up a bottle of champagne, pouring a glass for each of the ladies. Cami took it happily, but Hayley stared at him like he was a bug, and he said the glass down.
“smooth,” I mumbled to myself.
“ So what's the big news you have to tell me?”
Andre slumped in his chair and rolled his eyes.” Man, you don’t know how to have fun brought you all the way here, put you up in a nice sweet. You just come straight here and start getting to business,” he tsked at me.
I would’ve argued with him that this was serious enough to call me all the way here. This was serious enough to discuss right away, but my stomach was in knots. My skin was breaking out into a cold sweat accompanied by goosebumps. My hearing was going in and out.
I was 27, which meant I had waited a long time for this moment, a long time to meet my mate. Most wolves meet them fairly young, often around the ages of 20 to 24. I had waited and waited, meeting beautiful betas’ daughters from packs far and wide, Alpha’s daughters hoping for an alliance somehow. None of them gave me any sign.
Tonight, however, my body was not my own, and in a moment where I needed to be at full attention, I had no control. My senses were off, and my mind was fuzzy. Only one thing began to consume me.
I had to get to her.
“Cami, Hayley, go downstairs,” I ordered them firmly, and both girls stood to leave, confused as to why I was so off.
Perks of being the Alpha and shield my mind from theirs, but they can’t shield their mind from me.
“What’s going on?” Blue asked me coming to my side instantly.
“She’s here,” I told him, trying to get my bearings, but having no luck.
They say if you’ve waited a long time to meet your soulmate, it can have a more intense effect when you eventually meet.
My heart started pounding, and I slammed open the door, stomping down the stairs and trying to find wherever she was my nose going crazy, and the massive cologne and perfume cloud that hung in the air infuriated me. Alcohol spilled all over the floor. It almost felt impossible to find her like this.
Still in the sea of jumping bodies, there was one still person slowly moving to the beat. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Her blonde hair lit up under the lights like a halo.
I moved toward her, man possessed, pushing aside people and nudging my way through the crowd, my eyes locked on the dancing siren. She seemed unaware of me, unaware of whatever she must be going through. Surely she knew what was happening.
As she waited as long as I had? Was she as desperate as I was?
I wish I could say I waited long enough to ask, but the moment she bumped into me, my wolf took over my teeth, protruded from my face, and I saw a horror flash over hers.
I tore into her without thinking, and one taste was all it took to confirm.
Human.
She screamed as my teeth tore into her flesh, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body went limp in my arms. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
I hadn't expected a human in a wolf club, let alone to be my mate. I wasn't prejudiced, but I hadn't thought I would be destined for a human. She'd need to be protected and taken care of. She'd be a big target, and if something was on the horizon, she's just the uprising they'd hate to see.
Some would hate her because they are prejudiced. Her golden curls lay against my chest, and I took a moment to come to my senses, grabbing her and picking her up.
Her scent was intoxicating, swirling around me, and her skin was so soft like the tops of petals. I carried her out of the dance floor and up to our room, laying her on the couch.
She seemed deep in her sleep, far from me.