Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate
Chapter 28

When I entered the bedroom with my aperol in hand, I ran and bounced off the soft mattress, spilling half the reddish contents onto Tiziano’s bedsheets.

“You look fantastic girl!” He whistled, examining my body like a critic, and ignoring the flood I caused on his bed.

His shirt was unbuttoned, and he was holding a glass of scotch. His hair was combed so perfectly that I was afraid of moving the air around him.

“Hey, you never tell me.” Makena pouted at him. She was beautiful that evening, with a red dress mid-thigh with sequins and glitters; surely many necks will be dislocated that night.

“Because you aren’t-”

His shoulder popped when she punched him.

“Arrgh, why did you do that?! I was going to say you already get too many compliments, my jungle panther”

After the aperitif, which for me was the second of the night, we had devoured giant plates of pasta with so much sauce that the pasta was swimming in it.

We then moved the party to the balcony to drink some more before heading to the real party. I was more sober after I ate, although I had to change again after getting sauce all over my dress.

“Pff, come on Mak!” Tiziano scoffed at some point before taking a sip from his drink. “I like the virile werewolf, you know. The typical possessive and massive hunk. Tall, dark, and ridiculously hot. I can’t waste my precious time with the plump ones like that Paul dude that reminds me of Babe the little pig!”

I chuckled, sipping my cider, because I did not like beer, too bitter for a sugar addict like me.

“Tizzy you are so stubborn! The first time you saw Paul you could not keep quiet about how perfect he would be behind, under or above you!” Makena exclaimed, patting him on the shoulder, making him choke on his drink and receiving a murderous look.

“Witch! And how about you and the enemy? Um?” He backfired swiftly, referring to the time she had slept with that dude from Dark Diamond - she had even dare to bring him into our house!

Tiziano had drastically disinfected her room and corridor with his exaggerated stage ways. Normally I would have laughed, and I had laughed at the time, but not anymore. I thought about practical things like: Would he dip me in a disinfectant bath when he knew who my mate was? or will he send me to a priest to perform rituals to ward off the evil eye?

I still had not found the right time or moment to tell my news, apart from Amaia and Archie two days ago. I was convinced that I had not found the proper time. Surely, now was not the right time as we were heading for Drunk-Land and Tiziano always got violent when he drank. At least with his mouth.

“But yes, I forgot that you are a werewolf eater” He added to his previous statement.

“So what? Were-men are good for you and the health of my pus-”

Amaia covered her mouth with a chuckle, “There is no research to prove it and you know it, so stop that!”

A drunk Amaia was a sight that all of us were enjoying, with our imaginary popcorn at hand.

“And no! I did not like Paul” The bickering between Tiziano and Makena continued. Episode of soap opera number two here we go.

“You got all salty and defensive because after going out once, he never called you again!” She sneakered and he growled, like a werewolf ready for lunch (which was you),

“Well, I wouldn’t have answered anyway. He’s plump.”

The evening continued with more drinks, laughter, and light-heartedness, leaving problems outside the door.

When we were crossing the borders of Tipsyland, we decided it was time to go to the club, considering it was almost eleven.

We entered the club without problems thanks to Makena. In fact, the girl knew the bouncer as she had been there many times. Club music was not at all a genre I listened to, but it was super danceable, especially with minds intoxicated by various poisons and substances. As usual electronic music boomed everywhere. Normally I listened to Doors, Ramones, Metallica, Queen and so on, thanks to my father, uncles and their generation that passed down the authentic music.

The smell of sweat, alcohol and sex permeated the air, certifying the authenticity of the party. There was an outside area with fairy lights, surrounded by palm trees and small fountains, while the inside had two separate spaces and a VIP room, where the lights were too dim and the atmosphere dark.

Unknown faces filtered in and out of my sight. My breathing became irregular.

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I scanned the crowd of pounding bodies and laughing souls. I recognized several familiar faces of Comet. I did not locate Lachlan and his band; they still had to be at their friend’s friend’s friend’s house.

Tiziano was in the DJ area, chatting animatedly. It smelled like a wereball’s conversation, but I hoped I was wrong, for the mental health of the DJ. But usually dear friend Tizzy never riled up like that for other topics.

Amaia and I were giggling about something when Tiziano, who was heading towards us, tripped and fell to the ground, making us all laugh out loud, especially after Makena took a photo of him to feed her hungry followers.

Suddenly, something in the air shifted. It was as if an electric current had escaped from the electricity wires and invaded the air.

I was the one who saw him first.

He looked like a movie star. Thor after shooting a scene but more beautiful and dangerous.

You could tell from miles away that he was an Alpha. The way he moved, he resembled an infallible predator, the way people let him pass naturally or stare at him as if he were the only light in a world of darkness. His eyes were scanning the surrounding area, his posture screamed confidently, and his lips were arched, forming a “please, steal my pants” grin.

As I was recovering from his appearance, following his every moves, a group of girls stood in front of him. They started to talk to him and touch MY shoulders and MY arms. He chuckled at something one of the three had said and bent down when she snapped a selfie with him between the three chickens. A snarl escaped my lips and my fists clenched.

The pictures I had seen today on his Insta shot through my mind.

How dare he let them touch him!

And, thanks to the Moon Goddess, I could not take my eyes off him, possessed by my ovaries and wolf.

“Here, drink this” Amaia handed me a shot, practically forcing it down my throat.

“I have to admit he’s gorgeous, love,” she whispered in my ear, her voice thick.

“He is,” I sighed with a pout, rubbing my chest.

“And he’s also gone! Disappeared into the sweaty mass!” Amaia pointed out to me, and I swirled around, with my mouth hanging.

Had he left with the three chickens to go to his private den?

Why was he here at a party mostly for Comet pack members? If he had that much time off, why could he not find a way to contact me? Doubts and insecurities sprouted.

“Is that Terminator making out with two girls?” Makena could have directly stabbed my heart; it would have been the same. But wait...

“No, it’s not him! Do you need glasses?”

I turned in the direction following her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief at noticing that the tall blond squeezed between two girls was not my mate.

“Werewolves like that hunk.” Tiziano nodded to the blond boy, “They should be careful. I’ve already converted five of them.”

I burst out laughing as Makena laughed so hard, she poured her drink on the ground, but nobody cared.

Since I needed some time to calm down, I searched for the toilet.

I zigzagged through the crowd and did flips to avoid hits, touches, or pushing.

I was almost there when a heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

A voice crept into the loud music.

“You look amazing tonight”

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