She's gone.
There were three things that had attracted me to that girl, the first was her scent and the second was her mysterious aura, and the third was that I was actually able to fall asleep without any medication. How was that possible?
For as long as I could remember I had been suffering from insomnia because I had to always be on guard to make sure I stayed alive, and then at one point I could not fall asleep anymore, but today, I was able to fall asleep in some random woman's arms, although I would admit that I was drawn to her scent and approached her first. But
Could she finally be what I need?
If I find her, then maybe, I'd finally be able to get some sleep or at least get some answer. I could still smell her fragrance on the sheets, it smelled a lot like lavender, but what I found strange was a scent that got my attention.
What the hell!
I flipped the sheets over and, not surprisingly, there was the source of the smell. To think that she is the first woman who warmed my bed, and that I am also the first man to taste her. This may be a sign. I hurried over to the only full length mirror in the room and checked the entirety of my body but there was nothing. She is not my mate.
I don't mind that she is not my mate. If she was not destined to be my mate then there was only one option. If she could make me fall asleep again then she might be the solution to my problems. I thought to myself, 'I must find her and make her my wife' before she slips away from my finger, an opportunity such as this cannot simply go to waste. And just as though destiny wanted to play games with me, I found the answer to my question right before my eyes.
A note saying 'Thank You' buried under a thick wad of money sat on top of the mini drawer. This woman thought of me as a call boy, a play thing. What an insult.
Ten hours ago.
Nothing seemed to amuse me. The only thing I was in the mood for at the moment was to go home and just lie down, but even if I wanted to do that, I still would not be able to fall asleep. I had become used to being called gloomy and tonnes of names because I did not look approachable or friendly, which was something I could not force myself to be. Today is quite bothersome since it is the day I finally got crowned as Alpha of the Blue Moon pack after years of struggling and bloody fights. A post which had been passing down in my family's bloodline to only the strongest for ages, thanks to that my life was always on the line.
Never have I thought of music as a disturbance until now. Someone can do the world justice by turning it off but no. Not when they lived for it. The party goers are having the time of their lives. I do not understand what is going on, and how they could consider this as fun. What was so fun about getting drunk, dancing and fuck. Nothing.
"Hey, why don't you get up there and dance, who knows you might find your mate here." Matt said to me. The more he urged me to dance, the more I refused to. We did that for another couple of minutes until he gave up.
I watched Matt ease himself to the music as he graced the dance floor and he was certainly having the time of his life while a bunch of women flock around me. "Mate." I repeated after him. That's impossible, I haven't been able to find this so-called mate for years now and I have already given up the idea of ever finding one, besides all the women are just like the others, they whisper behind my back. Calling me the 'Mad Alpha' because of my cold blooded nature.
I could use a drink right now. I thought to myself as I made my way over to the bar and signalled for the bartender. I could have easily ordered for a bottle to be brought to me but I sure as hell was not about to pass up on that excuse to get away from the swarm of ladies hovering over my table. "one whiskey please." He slides a shot over to me as I flick a finger at him signalling him to come closer. "I'd take the bottle please." I didn't hesitate to snatch the bottle and return to the Vip lounge. Halfway there, a sweet aroma of lavender perfume coming from beside me stopped me in my tracks. That was pretty strong considering the number of people moving around at the same pace in such a crowded club.
It is a woman in a red dress. My mother wore the same fragrance so I could tell immediately because I had smelled it on her for the longest time. But this one was different, stronger. It had me, well, possessed. I immediately felt drawn to the lady in the red dress like bees to honey. Before I could stop myself, I started following her, but that did no good.
"Nelson, buddy you're good." Matt grabbed my hand and interrupted me before I could catch up with her.
"Hmm. Ya, it's nothing." I brushed off my curiosity and made my way back to the lounge, but I couldn't concentrate. Who was she?
Matt was looking way too happy to be ignored, it's not like the Matt I know. Sure he always has a sheepish grin on his boyish face but somehow it felt different.
"Hey, come on, I wanna introduce you to someone." Matt said. He took a girl by his left hand and brought her towards me. "Nelson meet...." What a fool. He stood there nodding his head as he tried to remember her name. How did he expect to be taken seriously if he keeps up with this attitude? "Rona. She's my mate."
"What?!" I'm pretty sure I looked silly as my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets from what I heard. It cannot be possible that he, the number one ladies' man, has a mate and I do not. Worst of all, they met in a bar. "When did this happen?"
"A couple of minutes ago. She has my name and I have hers." He said as they locked hands together. I tried as much as I could to remain calm but it wasn't working, not while they were right in front of me.
I sighed and looked up, I didn't want to listen to their story anymore. 29 years, I've been without a mate for twenty nine years. In a couple of months I'll be thirty. This sucks. I took a deep breath and sat down on the nearest sofa. And yet again, there it was. Her scent.
I stood up and walked past Matt like he was invisible and made my way towards her once again. As I continued to tail after her, I noticed how heads turn when they see her, some women also looking hostile towards her as their partners looked distracted. I could not wait to see what she looked like. I noticed her sleeveless gown revealed a small star shaped tattoo. It was almost unnoticeable but somehow I was able to tell it wasn't a birthmark but a tattoo. I could feel my heart pounce as I got closer to her. Is she my mate? Could she be my mate, if she was the one then....
"Excuse me." She turned around and came face to face with me. I froze for a minute, it was as if time stopped when I heard her speak. It was slow, soft, as light as feathers. So light that if I wasn't looking at her lips moving I could have missed the words. "I wanted to pretend I didn't notice but are you following me? because it's making me uncomfortable."
Her ebony black hair framed her oval face, pink lips and her eyes as blue as the clear waters of the sea mirroring the sky, but that was about it. I couldn't see anything else because this woman had a mask on her face but it seemed like she was still beautiful without it, I could tell because other males were staring at her. It wasn't just any mask, it looked more like that mask was attached to her skin that it looked like it was face painting, it was decorated in black and white jewels and patterns, but it was nicely done, a work of art if I do say so myself.
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, but can I buy you a drink?" She's silent, will she refuse me, did I make her feel that uncomfortable, was something wrong with me?
So many questions popped into my mind. It was literally the first time I was worried about what someone else thought of me. She walked over to the bartender leaving me by myself, only to return with a glass in her hand, she smiled at me and said, "Why don't we get a room instead." This woman whom I thought of as a delicate lady was way beyond my expectations.