A/N: Hello! I'm still under the weather. But I thought I would give you this chapter. I couldn't have done this chapter without the lovely Anjion. Thank you so much for your help!

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Chapter 11 – The Bar

Belle sighed as she stretched in the plush lounge chair, a novel in her dainty hands. The library was gigantic, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves all around. How did I never notice this place before? The library had now become a daily source of comfort. Whenever she would get too worried about Adam, she would come to the library and immerse herself in one of the many books.

"Good morning Miss Belle."

The young woman's eyes flickered up from the pages of the novel. "Good morning Michelle." She pursed her lips in curiosity, noticing female Alpha's clothes. She wore a long sleeved shirt and long pants. Strange, since winter had ended now. "Are you cold?"

"No, I just thought I'd wear this."

Shrugging it off, Belle changed the subject. "So, where'd you go last night? Anywhere special"

Michelle shook her head and walked over to sit next to the younger werewolf. "Not really. Just the bar."

Belle repressed a shudder. She knew exactly what bar the Alpha was talking about. The one strictly for supernatural creatures. "I wouldn't go. I don't really visit bars anymore. Well, that and the idea of a bar full of super strong beings really freaks me out."

Michelle's eyes suddenly brightened, "Hey, I have an idea! How about I take you there today? It'll give you a chance to get out of the mansion grounds."

"I don't know…"

"Oh come on! It'll be fine. You have me. I promise, nothing's going to happen to you."

Belle hesitated a moment, before placing her book away and standing. "Alright. Sure. Just let me tell Adam I'm going out."

Once Belle had disappeared around the corner, Michelle grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket. Selecting the right number, she held the phone to her ear and waited until Lumiere's voice answered. "I'm guessing you got her to come to the bar?"

"Yep," she answered in a hushed voice, not wanting anyone else to hear. "You sure you don't want to kill her when we get there? It'd be easy."

"No, trust me, I've got something else planned. I want to torment my former Alpha. When you see me, I'll give you the signal to start our little scene. Remember, we have to make it look convincing."

"Alright. Just…try to avoid the bite marks and the bruises. They're still a little sore."

He chuckled, "I'll do my best."

The line went dead. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Michelle cleared her throat. "Hey Belle, ready to go?"

OOO

As soon as Belle entered the dark, musty bar, her nose was assaulted by a myriad of smells and she would have keeled over had she still been human. She looked around her with a mixture of awe and disgust and her senses reeled.

Behind her, Michelle grinned a little, remembering her first time in here, before turning her eyes to search for Lumiere. She finally found him, seated in a dark corner, and he caught her eye and nodded. She nodded back and started to growl deep in her throat, and the sound snapped Belle back to alertness.

"What is the matter, Michelle?" she asked. Michelle didn't answer; she just continued to growl and stare into the corner. Belle followed her gaze and found herself looking at Lumiere, who was smirking.

"You!" breathed Michelle, and a second later she had launched herself across the room with a snarl, shifting into her werewolf form as she went. Lumiere's smile vanished and was replaced by a look if barely concealed surprise, but he stood to meet her attack and it wasn't long before the two werewolves were fighting tooth and nail.

For a while, it seemed as if Lumiere had the upper hand – every move Michelle made, he somehow managed to avoid or return, but then, with a sudden movement, Michelle had floored Lumiere and stood over him, breathing heavily but still growling.

"I told you what would happen if I ever saw you again," she said with menace. "If I had my way, you'd be dead right now, but I have been forbidden from doing so. So I am taking you prisoner instead. If you even try to move, I'll tear your throat out!"

Lumiere lay perfectly still on the floor as Michelle turned back into her human form, and made no complaint when she rolled him over and bound his wrists. He smirked defiantly as she pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards the door.

"Come on, Belle, we're going," said Michelle sharply and stiffly, and Belle followed, just a little reluctantly.

And if she had been paying attention, she might have seen the wink that passed between them.