Chapter 95
We headed straight to the bar, past all of the sweaty bodies writhing tighter on the dance floor.
The lights pulsated in different colors to the music and I couldn’t hear my thoughts in here. It was perfect.
I saw the liquor on the glass shelves behind the bar. The lamps shed a cold light over the bottles and I was salivating by the time was got there.
“Tequila please,” I said and put my hands on the bar.
The bartender furrowed his brows and grabbed the bottle.
“Do you want shots or a drink?” He asked while shaking his head and narrowing his eyes.
I smiled and leaned against the bar as I took out my card.
“I want the bottle,” I said and waited for him to put it down.
His quizzical brow turned soft and he smiled when he put the numbers in.
“There you go,”
Nora ordered a drink and a few shots. She begged me to dance but I wanted to finish the bottle first.
I wasn’t here to have a good time, I was here to forget and maybe for a moment pretend like I didn’t exist in this reality.
It was freeing to watch Nora dance, the way that she swayed to the music and moved her body like she didn’t have any bones. She danced with guys and girls alike and had a blast. I wrapped my lips around the neck of the bottle and chugged down a good part of the burning liquid.
Let’s do one more, I thought and downed about half the bottle. I closed my eyes and thought of a happy memory with my parents and my sister, we had a few of those. The pain made me want to give up but the anger made me vengeful, I needed to choose. Or maybe one could fuel the other. I tucked the memories away again and hoped that no more would show up tonight..
“You won’t find them at the bottom of that bottle,”
His voice was deep and new, his smell was gloriously different and I could tell right away that he wasn’t a werewolf.
I turned my head to see the man who seemed to know a little more than he should.
With jet-black hair and a small scar above his thick eyebrow, his profile was beautiful.
He didn’t turn around, even when I gawked at him.
In his hands was a crystal glass and when I looked at the glasses behind the bar I saw that none of them were as fancy as the one he was holding. He had the most gaudy rings on his fingers, big and tacky with sigils around the metal and then there was the tattoo that stretched from his right hand up his arm and disappeared under his black shirt.
I saw the sharp jawline, his smooth skin, and the way that a lock of his hair fell perfectly just next to his narrowed eyes which were framed by thick, dark lashes.
His lips pulled up while he took the glass to his mouth.
“It’s rude to call someone tacky,”
I laughed and turned back to my drink.
“Just your rings,” I said. The tequila burned my throat but felt more comforting than anything had in a long time when it entered my stream and took control of my senses.
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Chapter 95
It was finally about to reach my brain and I was just starting to feel a buzz coming on when a thought hit me and I choked on the tequila still in my throat.
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
The longer he waited to give me an answer, the more foggy my brain was getting from the tequila.
The Alpha’s Hunt
