This is my first original story. i've been working on it for almost three years and i know its nots very long but i hope everyone who reads it enjoys it. There might be some mistakes i missed so i'm sorry for those. hope you enjoy the story:)
I slipped on my black silk dress, liking the way it felt on my skin, liking how it fit so great with my curves. It reached about mid thigh and the red heels I had paired with it fit together perfectly. Sometimes I even wondered why I dressed up for these parties with the pack, they weren't anything special. Maybe it was because some meat might be there, and there was nothing more fun than playing around with the human boys. I left my hair as it was. The curly mess of dark brown that reached just below my breasts. I grabbed my jacket off my bed and headed out of my bedroom and downstairs, not bothering to put on any make up, my eyelashes were already long enough and I didn't need to add on my putting on mascara.
"Ready?" I asked my friend Leslie when I got down stairs.
"Yeah let's go," she said and we headed out the door. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a tan tank top that almost matched her skin tone, it was lighter, and her black wedges brought everything together perfectly. Her light brown hair was pinned up in a really cute butterfly pin; I should ask to borrow that sometime.
"Don't wait up," my mother's voice said from the doorway and we turned around. For a forty year old she pretty much looked like she was thirty. Her dark green dress was showing just enough cleavage and reached just about to her knees. Here black boots were a little bit overkill for the outfit but hey, it's her choice on what she wears. She walked past us and to her car, starting it and peeling out of the driveway, almost hitting Leslies black Volvo in the process.
"Your mom thinks she's still twenty," Leslie said and we laughed as we walked to her car, "I mean aren't you bothered by the fact that she brings home more guys then you do?" Leslie said and I laughed, even though on the inside I was insanely jealous. Lately all the pack guys have been avoiding me, and I haven't brought a human home in, jeez, maybe a couple months.
"Ouch Leslie, you hit a nerve," I said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes.
"Seriously Nina, why don't you just find a guy from the pack and settle with him. I've found Connor, and I know a bunch of his friends want to go for you," she said as we made our way to the club that the party was at.
"I'm not the settling type," I told her, keeping my eyes ahead of me. It wasn't like I haven't thought about settling down, it's just I could never find anyone I actually really like to do that with, "I'm only eighteen Les, have you ever thought I want to live a little before finding a mate and getting situated," I said to her. Secretly I was a little jealous that she had found her mate already, and they were planning on doing the ceremony of binding, they were going to be together for life soon.
"Aren't you remotely interested in anyone?" she asked and I answered immediately.
"Nope, I have no time to get to know people to get interested," I said as she pulled into the club parking lot and we parked.
"You're so complicated," she said and I laughed, but stopped when I heard the familiar hum of a car pull into the parking lot and park across the lot from us.
Gabriel stepped out of his Silver Camaro, his chin length wavy black hair blowing slightly in the light wind. My breath caught as his eyes landed on mine, how he knew I was staring at him I did not know. Our eyes stayed locked as he made his way over to the club door and inside. I stared at the door after he had gone inside until Leslie shook me out of my reverie.
"What was that about?" she asked as we made our way to the club door.
"I have no idea," I said but she looked at me as if she didn't believe me, as well she shouldn't. I did know what that was about. Gabriel was the pack leader, and he had yet to pick a mate to stand beside him and help lead the pack. I was the one in his mind that he wanted, I've refused him too many times to count but he keeps coming after me, refusing to give up until he's got me. And I have to face the fact that eventually he will get me, no matter what I do.
As we entered the club the smell of sweat and forest wafted to my nose. The music was blasting through the building and the lights were flashing different colors. People were dancing everywhere. On the stairs and upstairs on the floor with the private rooms, no doubt people were already in those and it wasn't even eleven yet. Leslie and I made our way over to the bar, sitting on the silver stools and setting our elbows on the glass counter.
"What'll it be?" the bar tender asked and I told him a coke.
"Sprite," Leslie said as she turned to the crowd, resting her elbows backward on the counter and crossing one leg over the other.
"I wonder if he's ever going to choose a mate," Leslie said absently, looking toward where the red couches were situated, where some people were making out and some were talking.
"Who?" I questioned even though I already knew.
"Gabriel," she said and then continued, "I mean look at him, he's just sitting over there by himself, watching everyone else, I wonder if he ever get's lonely," she said and her voice sounded almost concerned. It shouldn't though, he's the pack leader and he makes the choices for himself.
"Don't look so sad for him Leslie, maybe he chooses to be that way," I said, my heart thumping while saying that, only because I knew it was wrong.
"No one chooses to be lonely Nina, not even the people who have been alone there whole life," she said and I turned so I was looking over at him too. The black beads hanging from the ceiling were open enough so I could just see him. He didn't look like he was lonely; he just looked alert, like he was ready to step into anything that might get out of hand.
"The loneliness is over," I said as my mother walked up the small steps that led to the couches, walking directly toward him. He sat up as she came over and sat next to him, putting her hand on his arm and whispering into his ear.
"That's gross your mom is like, fifteen years older than him," Gabriel being twenty five and my mom being almost forty-one. I found that gross too, but why didn't I find it gross that he was seven years older than me, maybe it was because I'm actually younger than him.
'Let her have him, as long as it gets him off my back' I thought to myself, taking a drink of the coke the bar tender had brought me. I still couldn't help but feel the slight bit jealous; did I have some feeling for him? I questioned myself and nearly choked on my soda from the chuckles that were coming out of my mouth. He was an arrogant jerk, and even though he was extremely hot, I think if I had feelings for him they wouldn't be conscious.
"What's so funny?" Leslie asked and I chuckled again before answering.
"Nothing, just thought of something funny," I said, taking another drink of my coke.
"Hey Leslie, Nina," Connor said coming over and nodding to me than giving a kiss on Leslie's cheek. He sat next to her, turning so he was sitting a little closer to her, "When did you guys get here?" he asked and I spoke because Leslie was too busy watching his face, like she hadn't seen him in the longest time.
"Maybe twenty minutes ago," I said to him and he nodded, pulling Leslie so she was sitting on his lap. She snuggled closer to him and he kissed her head, looking around as if there was a threat that would come to her at any moment. The only threat here would probably be all the hormone raged teenage guys, the pack guys knew when someone was taken so they stayed away.
"Great I'm going to be a third wheel," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Connor growled and I glared as Leslie spoke.
"Not for long," Leslie said and I turned to where she was looking. Gabriel was walking over to us, purposefully, determination in his steps. I looked behind him to see my mother already hung up on another guy, already forgetting that Gabriel had probably just turned her down.
"Hello Leslie, Connor," he paused to look at me for a couple of seconds before speaking directly to me, "Nina," he said, casually putting his hands in his pockets and standing straight, confident, what an arrogant asshole.
"Hey Gabriel, so have you decided on where the pack is going to do the run," Connor spoke, of course he was the one to ask about it. I was interested to but I was too chicken shit to ask, who knows what he would say, especially to me.
Gabriel rubbed his chin, where slight stubble was growing, before speaking, "I'm thinking of locating permanently to the ruins of the old buildings on the outside of town, you know the ones that are deep in the forest," he said, casting glances at me.
"Why permanently?" Connor asked, tightening his hold on Leslie for who knows why.
"I'm not like the old leader Connor, I'm trying to make changes," Gabriel said to him and Connor shut up. I chuckled, not being able to hold it in.
"What's so funny?" Gabriel asked, taking a noticeable step closer to me.
"I find it funny how everyone is scared of you when they don't need to be," I said to him, eyeing him as he walked closer and stood directly in front of me, leaning down so he was looking directly into my eyes.
"They don't have any reason to fear me," he said and then he leaned forward to whisper something that no one else could hear into my ear, "You, however, have a reason to," he said and then backed away. Saying goodbye and walking into the crowd of dancing people.
"Intense," Leslie said and I rolled my eyes, watching him as he disappeared.
"He's just an arrogant ass, don't let him fool you," I said and Leslie laughed while Connor just looked at me sharply.
"Don't give me that look Greene," I said, using Connors last name, "not my fault you're scared of him," I said, shrugging and finishing my coke.
"I don't get why he doesn't punish you when you speak to him like that, its, out of the ordinary," he said and before I could speak he continued, "I mean, just a couple months ago he was so abusive to everyone, threatening to hurt anyone who even looked at him wrong," he said and I sighed quietly. That was of course my fault. About the fifth time I had turned him down and he didn't even understand how I could resist him, he tried to persuade me with a bunch of threatening stuff about my family, my mom, and I had told him off, calling him a selfish dick who would never get his hands on me. After I yelled that at him he continued the arguing by grabbing me and very rudely trying to take my clothes off. I got him off of me and slapped him right across the face. I think I actually hurt him too, and that really pissed him off. He yelled and told me to get away from him, and I did, practically running to the safety of my home, thinking he'd try to come after me. He didn't, but he did start being really mean to the pack, ordering people to do things that were like slave labor, hitting people when they refused, even women. He almost hit me once, but he stopped himself right before he did and a strange look was on his face. A couple days after that he went back to normal and there were rumors going around that he had apologized to some specific people he really hurt.
"Maybe he's bi-polar," I said and that finally got a laugh out of Connor.
"Or maybe he's in love," Connor and Leslie said at the same time and then they looked at each other smiling, like it was the best thing in the world that they had said the same thing at the same time.
I groaned, rolling my eyes and standing up, "I'm going to go party, you love birds can stay here and be boring," I said, starting off into the crowd. Once I entered the crowd I immediately started dancing, moving my hips and my arms in sexy motions. I couldn't really find any meat boys, but when I tried to dance with some guys from the pack they tried to subtly move away, looks of panic on their face, their eyes searching the crowd before moving away from me. I didn't know what the hell that was about.
Finally I found a human boy, and he gladly danced with me, grabbing my hips and pulling my back toward him as we danced. I started sweating and it was like the music was speaking to me. I could feel the human boy's hardness pressing to my back and I smiled to myself. I turned around, grabbing the front of his shirt and leading him to the stairs. I pulled him backwards up the stairs, somehow avoiding all the dancing people.
"What are you doing?" Liam's voice spoke from in front of me as we hit the top of the stairs.
"There's nothing wrong with a little fun," I said, wiggling my eyebrows and pulling the guy past him.
"Gabriel is going to be pissed!" Liam called out to me and I flipped him off, not turning around.
"Who's Gabriel?" The guy asked as we entered a room and I threw him onto the bed, getting on top of him.
"Nobody, he thinks he owns me," I said, going down and kissing his neck.
"Does he own you? I don't want to get into any trouble…" he said and I cut him off.
"Do I look like I can be owned," I said stopped and sitting up on his waist, looking down at him. When he just stared at me for a second, trying to think of an answer I rolled my eyes and went back down to kiss him, "Don't answer that," I said against his lips, biting his bottom one and making him groan. I grabbed the buttons of his shirt and tore them apart, obviously breaking the buttons off the shirt. As I slipped his shirt off of him he grabbed the bottom of my dress and lifted it over my head, exposing my flat, slightly tan stomach. I was wearing a strapless black bra and black lacey underwear. He eyed my breasts like they were some great prize. Great, I picked the pervert, I thought to myself as he rolled me over so he was on top of me. As he kissed me I brought my hands down his chest, not as muscular as most, but not bad. I wonder what Gabriel's chest would feel like…okay shut up Nina, you are with a human boy, not Gabriel. I brought my fingers under the belt of his pants and slid them across to the buckle, about to unbuckle it.
"What the hell!" I screamed as he was suddenly pulled off me and shoved into the wall. I looked up, my eyes probably flaming to see Liam standing in front of the bed, eyeing me accusingly. Two of his buddies, Lewis and Calem were pinning the boy to the wall, growling at him, "What the hell Liam," I growled and he picked up my dress, throwing it to me so I could put it on.
"You're the one who didn't listen," he said to me, grabbing my arm after I had put my dress back on. He grabbed my heels off the ground as he pulled me out, funny I hadn't even remember taking them off.
"I still don't get why you did that! It's just a human boy!" I growled at him and he stopped abruptly, shoving me back into the wall so I couldn't run.
"It's not me who has the problem," Liam growled at me and then started pulling me down the stairs again.
"Then who does! Oh wait, that's right, Gabriel does, but guess what, he doesn't fucking own me so let go!" I screamed and my arm was immediately let go and I was thrown back.
"It would be wise not to speak to me like that," he said and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms,
"Ooh I'm so scared of you, psht, yeah right," I said and started walking away.
"I think it'd be smart if you didn't try what you did up there again," Liam shouted and I stopped, turning around and walking back to him.
"And why the hell not," I said and he looked at me, amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Who knows what Gabriel will ask us to do with the next one," he said and I clenched my fists, realization striking.
"Gabriel asked you to interfere?" I said to him, my teeth clenched, he nodded, his eyes still amused. I growled, glaring at him one last time, and then turning around to go find the jack ass.