Lancelot
Jolene had insisted that we meet here because it would be ‘more fun that way.’ She said that she would find me, but I could not help but walk through the crowd looking for my girl. My search had been interrupted by a group of female pack members, though. I could not care less about whatever they were saying. They just kept talking and talking to me even though I have not said a word to them.
Today is the “after-thanksgiving party,” held the Saturday after Thanksgiving every year. All the unmated pack members gather outside in the woods around a huge campfire to talk and dance, but mostly to hook up, while the pack house is packed with older pack members. I chuckled quietly at how that sounded: ‘packed pack house.’ The snap of fingers in front of my face brought my attention back to the girl in front of me.
“Have you even listened to anything we said?” the girl-whose-name-I-still-not-bother-remembering said. Gosh, that is too long to even think about. “What is your name by the way?” I asked her.
The girls around her laughed mockingly. I can tell she is the Queen Bee in our school. She became popular for being one of the few girls I slept with more than once. I sure as hell did not do it because of her great personality.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and her nose flared up. She was clenching and unclenching her hands. It seems that the question offended her. “Babe, you are so funny. We have been together for almost two years now. How can you-”
I quickly interrupted her. I do not want any weird rumor to reach my beautiful mate’s ears. “I was never with you. We only fucked a couple of times. I told you from the beginning that I did not want anything serious and I hate being called babe.”
“My name is Lucielle. People call me Lucy.” The girl, I mean Lucy was on the brink of tears now. “How can so be so heartless? I love you,” she whispered.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I honestly wonder the same thing. Besides my family and friends, the only person I have ever cared about is Jolene. I mean, I do care about these girls as I do with the rest of my pack members. However, personally, I have zero interest in them.
“I am sorry, but I am just not interested in you like that.” I am not sorry, she fell in love all by herself knowing that I am not her mate. She is eighteen.
The girl glared at me. She tried to slap me, but I caught her wrist and pushed her away, being careful of not making her fall. The pity looks she is getting are enough humiliation.
She was wailing at this point. Her friends were hugging her and trying to get her to calm down. I will not say that I do not deserve this because I do, but it is getting embarrassing. I need to go to my precious mate.
“I was a virgin!” she yelled, drawing even more looks from fellow pack members. They had even turned the music off.
I facepalmed, cringing at this whole conversation. “No shame in not being it anymore,” I said. “Anything else you want to tell me?”
She kept sobbing, probably trying to make me feel guilty or something. It only annoyed me. I tried to walk away but one of the girls hugging her called my name.
“You cold-hearted fuckboy! Do you even have feelings? I hope your mate rejects you!” she said.
Oh, she did not. Now, I am pissed off. I laughed until tears spilled from my eyes. Then, I clapped at her. “The best friend has talked. What? Didn’t you like to fuck your best friend’s crush behind her back?”
She gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. I smirked and tilted my head toward her. Lucy, who had been crying for attention up until now, finally shut up and stared at her friend, betrayal written all over her face. The other friend looked at me with puppy eyes and begged me through the mindlink to leave her out of this. We are already this far, so why not reveal the whole truth? My smirk widened. “As so did the other best friend.” I used air quotations marks. Lucy turned to glare daggers at her other friend. I guess these girls do know how to keep their secrets.
“Am I excused to leave now?” I asked pointing at myself.
“No, you are not,” another girl said.
“You are the worst… blah blah,” yet a different girl said. Okay, maybe she did not say blah, but that is how it sounded.
I think I am surrounded. Many girls were yelling at me. I was getting irritated. I am usually very patient, but I want to go to my mate now. “You are only angry because I do not want to fuck you anymore. Talking shit about me but still sending me pictures that I neither want nor need; You are all so damn thirsty. What would your mates said if they-” I froze. I could somehow feel her gaze on me.
I looked around and locked eyes with my beautiful Jolene. She was up on a tree, sitting on a branch, almost hidden in the darkness. Samuel and Matt were at each of her sides. She was sipping a beer and sharing freaking popcorn with them. All the sound around me died out and after fifteen seconds she stuck her tongue out at me.
She whispered something to my friends. They all broke down in laughter. I closed my eyes and felt one of my eyebrows twitch. I hope they are enjoying the show.
Her staring at me with that amused expression made me unable to continue being an asshole to the girls. I sighed and looked down. After a moment I shifted my gaze to the girls in front of me and ran a hand through my hair. “I am sorry if I hurt you. I just want you to be happy with your mates. Please forgive me?” I flashed them a crooked smile.
They all calmed down and I think I saw a couple swoon over me. My attention went back to my mate. I am still trying to decipher the train of thought that led her to climb a freaking tree and eat popcorn while her mate was being confronted by- who am I kidding? I would totally do the same.
“Go enjoy the party, girls,” I said, smiling. The girls finally left me alone.
I walked over my mate, who was still chatting happily with the boys. I noticed she was the only girl in the party not wearing scandalous makeup. She does not need it to get my full attention.
She jumped from the branch when I was almost there. I sprinted to her. Her melodious giggles reached my ears as she ushered the guys to jump. They were refusing vehemently.
“Are you okay? That was almost a three-meter fall,”I whispered in her ear.
“I am good. I have done it many times before.” She grinned and brushed my hands with her soft delicate fingers.
I gripped my coat sleeve with one hand and touched the back of my neck with the other one. “Do you want to go for a walk?” I could not look at her eyes after what she had just heard. Shouldn’t she be mad? I have seen her cry because of how I used to be. Why is she smiling at me so honestly now?
“Sure, let’s go. Let me get rid of this first.” She threw the beer can on a nearby trash bin and turned back to me. A wide smile adorned her face as she walked back to me and laced her fingers with mine.
We walked away from the noise and the crowd. “Are you drunk?” I could not fathom another reason why she would be so happy.
“I literally drank half a beer. No, I am not drunk. Why?” She leaned against my shoulder, gripping my left hand with both hands.
“You seem too happy.” I put my other hand in my pocket.
She looked up at my face with her gorgeous bright eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be happy?”
“You know what I said over there…” I spoke in a soft voice, afraid she would cry or get angry.
“Oh, that,” she whispered, her eyes downcast. When she let go of my arm, I unconsciously whimpered. She stood in front of me and threw her arms around my neck. The heels of her boots made her just a little shorter than me. She smiled at me again. I was officially confused.
She placed a lingering kiss on my cheek while playing with my hair. “I have often told you that I do not get angry so easily. At least not with you. I know you. What happened today does not change anything.” She leaned even closer to me. “You are mine,” she whispered in my ear. She pulled away still smiling. “And I am yours,” she said. I stared at her lips and leaned down, but she pushed me away playfully.
“Let’s keep walking.” She took my hand in hers, swinging it as she pulled me.
“You could have teased me to death with that,” I said.
“I could, but it would have been even more difficult to convince you that I was not angry. With small things, it is easy to joke. If I did it with something like that, you would suffer, and I do not want you to ever be sad.”
My head snapped toward her but she kept looking to the front. I turned my gaze back to the path in front of us.
“Oh…” I was not sure what to answer. She was completely right. If she had shown me that she was at least slightly irritated, I would not have believed her when she said that she was okay. “That is sweet…”
She laughed. “Sweet? I am the least sweet person I know. If anything, I would say I’m like a lemon.”
Her comparisons always make me laugh.”I like lemonade.”
“See? No way I can be as cute as you. I would have to die and be born again.”
“First, you are perfect to me just the way you are. If you have noticed, I never cut the thorns from the roses. You are the most beautiful rose there is.” I heard her say ‘aww’ at my declaration. I smirked. “Second…” I stopped walking and asked her to take her jacket off. She looked at me curiously but agreed. I wrapped an arm around her lower back, pulling her tightly against me. I deliberately brushed her back with my free hand.
Soon, she is shaking and trying to get out of my embrace while laughing hysterically. Oh, this is music to my ears. “Second, you called me cute again.”
“But… You are!” she said between gasps.
I sighed and stopped tickling her. I also put my arm around her lower back and inhaled the delicious scent of her hair. “Okay. I will accept being called cute by you, but keep that between us.”
“You are so cute…” she whispered. Her cheek was lying on my shoulder and I could only see her hair. She turned her head toward me, resting her other cheek on my shoulder. We locked eyes. As before, I could not help but lean closer and kiss her sweet lips quickly. She smiled and turned her head back.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I kissed her head. With only one week left, it became even more difficult to control myself. At the same time, the emptiness I fel whenever she wasn’t around kept growing. My wolf was only calm when she is with me.
“I love you, my little Alpha,” she whispered back.
I could hear her heart racing in her chest. “I adore you, my queen.”