sit inside my car and placed my hands over the steering wheel, I'm not sure about her that's why I bring her here but now I can force her to stay with me.
I start the car and place the reverse gear. My cell phone started ringing. I check my cell phone and it was my mother's call.
I picked up the call.
" Hello, Archard? Where are you we are waiting for you at a dinner party."
" I'm don't want to be part of this party."
" But you have to come immediately otherwise I will tell your father."
" Tell him that I'm not coming please do whatever you want but please don't disturb me."
" I know the rest of the story Archard your father wants to talk about your personal life. Please come otherwise he will be angry."
" Mother please there is no chance."
" Archard? Listen to me please."
" I'm going to a party with my friends and that's it bye."
I drop the call and drove the car toward the nightclub. I was driving a car fast to reach as soon as possible.
My strategy for that omega is clear and nobody ever stops me from doing it.
AFTER A FEW MINUTES OF DRIVING:
I reached out to the club parking lot, it was a fine night with a lot of fun, and Cleo was already there. He welcomed me and take me inside the club.
We entered inside, and what I see was lightness, Strobe lights, colored lights, speakers, a stage, bars with bar stools, small round tables with stools, waitresses dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks or shooters or empty bottles and glasses, shots lined up at the bar, bartenders, bottles of booze lined up…
Cleo start meeting with the other wolf, while I moved to the bar counter to take some drink. I need some kind of energy to tackle this situation.
Loud music, people screaming in my ear to talk to me, laughter, come-ons, hooting, yelling, swearing, glass breaking, whistling, DJ announcements coming over the loudspeaker, mugs clunking against a table, the hiss of pop filling a glass at the bar, the vibes of the club was on it's hight.
I can feel smell of sweat, beer breath, cologne, perfume, hairspray and hair products, body spray, stale air, vomit, smoke or pot wafting off of clothing, fruity which was giving me anxiety.
I thought may be music can relief my pain but it seems like I'm not enjoy these vibes.
I sit on the stool and asked for a drink.
" Sir, what you want to have?"
" Nothing! But what you have!"
" Beer, coolers, martinis, Jack and Cokegin and tonic, cosmos, mojito , coffee, water, shooters (dirty hookers, sex on the beach bottle a's, Dr. Pepper, China White Snakebite, B-52, jägerbomb, Irish , Red Bull, pop, fruit mixes, spritz."
" Which one is highly alcoholic? Tell me which one can give me relief?"
" Sir there is nothing who can give you relief this is just a temporary enjoyment."
" Give me a glass of beer and some shorts"
"Okay sure sir."
I took a sip of my beer and swayed to the beat, a little drunk and grinning because I knew it. The air was hot and cool and so were the guys, just how I liked it. Here I didn’t need to talk or tell jokes and be charming; everything that needed to be said could be done with a look. His name, my name, and then we were off on the floor, dancing tight against each other, the music and filtered lights turning our awkward bodies into fluid rhythm…
This is what people things about it. Cleo came to me with her new girlfriend like he gets a new toy, both were looking pleasure.
" Archard meet with my new mate Jenelle. She is a model."
I looked to her from head to toe, she was quite strange. She was giving me vibes of slut.
" Hello I'm archard, his best friend.."
" Ohh cleo you don't tell me about him, oh cleo I just forget my bag in sitting area can you please get me."
" Okay sure..."
I already known what kind of strategy she is using for me. I knew what she really want. she quickly sit on my right side stool. she start touching over my shoulder and gradually;
" What's your age?"
" This is none of your business."
I quickly walk away from the bar area, I know what this slut needs. Cleo was coming towards me.
I moved in rushed and he chase me out;
" HEY BUDDY STOP!"
I heard his voice but I can't stop. It was so odd for me.
AISLING ( POV )
I start crying and dabbed the door but there was nobody who listen to me. As a helpless werewolf, I'm living my worst phase of life.
I have to spend golden days with Azelaic, and now I'm in this pain. This pain is killing me, If I put up with pain for the love of the self and others, to improve the world, to learn the ways of heroes, then I earn magic and powers. The universe will bring magic to my soul and begin to bring the coincidences that will be as miracles to others or the most amazing luck they've ever seen. The universe needs those who come to pain by climbing these mountains through empathy and determination, picking their path with intelligence. Those who seek harm or fall into pits for the sake of asking others to rescue them, they will never find the magic. For them, it is a fiction. For the heroes it is their reality, one only ever seen or experienced by others as heroic as they. I wish I focused on my powers but things can't be mine.
I took deep breath and wipe my tears, I gaze over side table where they place food trays.
I looked towards it, and one thing was sure it was my ego that was not allowing me to eat it, and on another side,e there was my inner angel who was saying me constantly to eat it.
" You are not going to eat it? "
" But I want to eat I'm starving."
" if you have any self respective then please don't touch that meal."
" Please I'm peckish I can't even breath?"
" Okay then eat it and forget about your self-respect. He will lock you here forever and you will be her slave forever with no respect."
"A plate of food can affect that much?..."
" of course, you don't have any idea how can it works."
" But I'm hungry what about it?"
" be strong."
I was thinking that how could they just say to be strong even when my whole body is disturbed?
I went closer to the tray and my stomach start bloating. I placed my hand over my stomach and control my wish.
It was hard but I want to control it, suddenly the room knocked again. This time I was hoping for the best.
I moved in a rush to see who is there and there was no one except his servant.
She was around thirty, her face was broad and round. She was wearing a black dress.
She gaze over the side table where she placed the food tray. " WHY HAVE YOU NoT EAT IT?"
" I WANT TO GO HOME I DON'T WANT TO EAT."
" I can see ."
she looked at me from head to toe and her words were shocking.
" I don't think you can stay here for long. He is not interested in weak omega "