WELCOME PARTY

The pack was having a bonfire night or weekend groove as they said, slash welcome party for me. I hated the second part. I just wanted to be alone or doing something to avoid Caine .

After the night I was in his room, he came downstairs and gave me a knowing look, I was sure he had picked up my scent and knew I was in his room.

That didn’t stop him from scowling at me and pretending like I didn’t exist.

The party had been going on since early eve and I’ve had enough to eat and drink.

Counting the total member in the pack to be 157 werewolves who lived in harmony.

The last five days I had spent with them were fun filled and I loved them, it made me wonder why my parents had to leave this place to where they were untimely ended .

The idea that these people have an inner power that they could unleash anytime and could go from mundane to massively dangerous amazed me. The freedom of the speed, keen senses and knowing you can protect your loved ones and yourself from harm at anytime and still remain big and fluffy.

Everyone was bubbly and energetic and I looked like a little girl playing dress up at the party and I was the only tiny sad human who they had choose to accept amongst themselves, probably because of my parents.

Caine looked not over than twenty three and Tristan not over twenty one but I knew looks were deceiving. These Primordial Lycans were well over 200 years old. And so was everyone in the pack, but their genes did well to keep them young and beautiful.

I just clocked 20 a few weeks before moving to Alabama and I was the only one who was going to age quickly and become frail in a few years. I thought about this as I let my Marshmallow roast on the open fire.

I had been sitting alone for the past one hour while everyone busied themselves with their mates or getting drunk.

Tristan was nowhere to be found and I hated it. He was the only one I could talk to now and vibe really good to talk freely with apart from Leslie.

As I scanned the area one last time in an attempt to look for him, My eyes came across Caine playing with some children by another smaller fire.

I saw him showing them how to make one earlier. He smiled broadly and looked very happy to be with the children. The children clustered round him and some of them scrambled to get on his lap.

While occupied with the children he would share handshakes with the men who passed by and make jokes with the women. I saw why nobody would say anything bad about him. They all loved Alpha Caine except me.

“Hey” Tristan appeared from behind me

“I was just looking for you, where have you been” it comforted me to finally see him here.

“I had some errands to run and I brought you a drink”

“What’s that” I collected and proceeded to sniff it

“A martini”

“Thank you My lord”I was smiling much at him

“Anything for the queen” he said and sat beside me while we shared a laugh.

“And I made you a marshmallow” I handed over the marshmallow I was holding to him.

“You’re making me emotional honey” he said dabbing non existent tears from his eyes.

“Stop” I said laughing

The next few minutes were filled with Tristan telling me every funny thing that had happened in the pack.

From Samuel, a pack member who had help me work on my parents house - shaving all his head for prom and Caine’s bee attack. I laughed to my fill.

Tristan mentioned Caine’s name way too many time that I had to subconsciously look for him again and find him looking at us with a blank face.

He had this look of annoyance and longing at the same time. I couldn’t read his expression.

The blondie from the other day Tatiana, came behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder making putt stare short lived and then bent to whisper something to him.

She looked perfect, she look just like everyone one of them, she looked like she belonged here.

He started talking quietly with her and she had his attention, I felt uneasy I wasn’t about to witness all of that.

“What’s an erasthai?” I turn to Tristan and cut his talk short.

“Where’d you heart that” he said with a chuckle

“Heard it amongst the teenagers in the kitchen” I lied

“Okay, it’s mostly among we Lycans and in this instant we’re governed by our instincts. It’s the attraction we feel when we meet that one special person that we feel the mate pull with. It only happens once for us because when we find our erasthai we claim them.

Well, it is “the one” for them. The one that they’re attracted to like no other. That one person can either be a Lycan, a Werewolf or even a human. This one being is called an erasthai. This attraction is governed by their basic survival instinct. It is believed that the erasthai is best suited to the lycan in every way. The stronger the attraction the stronger the bond will be when they become mates.”

Tristan explained

Mates???

“Lycans are not known to give up on their erasthai even when they are already mated or married to another” he finished

“How crazy is that”? I scoffed and tried to play off the fact that I just asked something so deep like that and it bothered me.

I turned to look at Caine and Tatiana again and the spot was empty. I was too busy listening to Tristan that I hadn’t noticed when they slipped away.

Tristan’s hand moved to my hair and I paused.

He picked something away from my hair and showed it to me.

“Thank you”

“Goddess, you’re beautiful “

The way Tristan was looking at me this moment had me confused. We were just friends a while ago.

“Thank you”

“Do you want to go out with me sometime?”

I was too busy hating and lusting after Caine that I didn’t realize how good looking Tristan was.

Although not built as Caine, he was a fine gentleman, also packed and looked cultured tonight.

He had this dull brown eyes and dirty blonde hair like his sister.

“Yes”

“Alright if tomorrow’s fine by you I want to take you somewhere you’d like” his flirty smile was on

“Oh, yeah tomorrow is fine” I felt butterflies in my stomach and i knew at this point my cheeks were a bright tomato red.

“Alright, any allergies I should know about?”

“None, the only time I had an allergic reaction was one time my friends bought me a silver necklace for my birthday”

“You reacted to a silver necklace?” Tristan asked quickly and looked wide eyed

“Yeah, it was cheap anyways”

“Oh, okay”

The crowd was getting thin and I was getting sleepy eyed, the martini was kicking in.

“I should head up to my room now”

“Do you want me to walk you”

“Nah, I’m fine”

“That’s also best for me, because there’s a lot of thing happening in that house that I don’t want to be a witness to”

“What’s that”

“You know, just some little shenanigans going on”

“Okay” I laughed and looked hungrily at Tristan. I wasn’t paying attention to whatever he was saying.

I subconsciously licked my lips.

“If you keep looking at me and doing that I would just have to whisk you away to the altar”

“Urgh Tristan I thought you wanted to say Maldives or something” I playfully rolled my eyes at him

He stood up and put his hands out for me to take them. “I’ll walk you, you’ve had enough to drink”

I gave him my hands and he pulled me out of the chair and into his arms. He smelt like mint.

Tristan breathed in and released me from his embrace to hold me by my hand and walked me to the Kingston Manor.

Along the short walk we talked about random things that I wouldn’t remember if you asked me.

At the entrance he stiffened and stopped.

“You wont come inside?”

“Nah, I’m good. Goodnight Hazel” he spoke fast like he wanted to be out of here fast enough.

“Goodnight Tristan” he gave me a small wave and walked away.

I watch him walk away, then turn took off my shoes and headed inside for my room.

Getting closer to my room in the hallway, there were sounds of grunts again. This time not only one, moans followed and it was not Caine’s. It was a female.

My shoes in my hand, my head hazy from the martini I walked closer to his door. I didn’t know why my feet led me there. The door was slightly opened like the other night, it seemed there were in a hurry to satisfy themselves that they forgot to close the door.

I push open the door - I had no idea why I did that - to face tangled bedsheets and writhing naked bodies on the bed. Caine’s Powerful hands were kneading her creamy flesh. His mouth on her bare skin. That Woman Tatiana, She’s on top of him, straddling him, moaning in ecstasy. Her blonde hair in wild disarray tumbling down her back. His hair is messy from the hands of Tatiana. I had wanted to run my hands through his hair the last few days yet this woman had her fingers buried in in.

I stared at them, too stunned to talk and had no idea why I felt my heart rip into pieces

His emerald eyes catches me staring at them and he stares right back at me.

His mouth continues to assault her breasts and while his eyes fixed on mine intensely.

I had to name to what I was feeling, heartbreak or betrayal. I knew I had no right to feel those.

Another sound of her moaning his name takes makes me look at her to find her also staring at me sneering at me. I look at him once again and his steely look brought me back to my senses, so I step back and close the door as quietly as I could. It should be only me who should witness this pain.

The soft click of the door closing sounded like thud to my ears.

Maybe it was not the sound of the door that was loud, maybe it was the sound of the painful sound of my heart breaking.

I hated Caine still I had no idea why I felt this way.