SOMA:
Two weeks later.
Two whole weeks after the Dark Moon pack went through a whole crisis because of me. Two weeks after I managed to save them in some way. And two weeks after doing the only thing I thought best at that time which was to secure my mate.
Marking him was never my intention at first. I have no idea what came over me. But I would pin it on the fear of losing him once again. Claiming him was the only way I can be sure of connecting with him should I case something like what happened to the Dark Moon pack goes down again.
He did the same. Yes, he marked me too. And we went a full week after that trying to ease my unquenchable pleasure. Never knew a female wolfling would fall into a week of ecstasy after being marked. One of the reasons I should have taken my time to study a lot about my kind.
But it was the best one week of my life. The best I could ever wish for. I got to explore and indulge in different pleasurable means with Luis and every bit of it was a memory for me to hold on to for a very long time.
The sudden change of music takes me out of my thoughts. Guess u must have been so lost that I even shut my mind to the loud music that was being played from the jukebox right here in the clubhouse. Yes, the very one that I first sighted Luis.
He was sitting right beside me in my favorite corner of every clubhouse I go to. Right in front of the booth. It was the only means I could get close to the source of the drinks because I tend to drink a lot whenever I’m here.
However, today was different. I have hardly even touched the first shot I have with me. Was kind of the strangest thing ever for me.
I look ahead to see that Luis is staring at me already. Mere falling into his gaze triggered the bond that I share with him. The bond that was now much stronger than before after marking each other. Has even gotten to the extent that I can hear his thoughts and he can hear mine. But to respect each other’s privacy, we learned how to shut ourselves from prying into each other’s thoughts.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks, staring deep into my eyes.
“Nothing,” I say, remembering not to speak out too loud because I see no reason to. Even with a whisper, he would hear me speak.
“Are you sure? You look like the burden of the whole world is on your shoulders,”
“Trust me, I’m fine,” I tell him, producing a smile to accompany my words. Hopefully, it was enough to convince him that all is well with me.
He suddenly reaches out to my head and then flips some strands between his fingers. These past two weeks have shown me an entirely different side of Luis. A side that was touchy and romantic when he needs to be. Kind of like the saucy him better but I refuse to tell him that now.
“Did I ever mention to you how you looked good in the red hair?” he says, still playing with my hair coiled round his fingers.
I shake my head a little to decline his question. “You never did,” I say. “Are you trying to say now that I do not look as good as being in the red hair?”
Since the mission, I dyed my hair black. And even after that, I have not thought to change it back to my signature hair color of red. I was trying to create a new path with this.
“Well, I won’t lie to you. You’re right. I prefer you in the red hair,”
“It’s probably because you haven’t gotten used to me in black. Give it some time. Your opinion about it would change,”
“I’m pretty sure it won’t,” he counters softly. And soon after, he takes his hand off my hair. “We never got to talk about your best friend,” he starts to say and it immediately makes me a little sour.
“Can you look for something else to talk about?” I demand, solely to divert from having a conversation that has to do with the man that had other motives to being my friend.
“I know you have been avoiding the topic the past weeks. But today, you’ll be talking about it with me. What’s the deal finalized on him?
I sigh. Don’t know why he is so adamant about wanting to talk about Mark. Right now it is something I would not want to even bring to the table but since he is insisting, then I might have no choice.
“After the crisis was resolved, he chose to resign as my beta. Says he does not deserve to work by my side after all the mess he put me through,”
“And you let him go just like that?”
“Why won't I?” I ask, shrugging. “He should never have come to me with the motive of being my friend when he wanted something else. I hate untrustworthy freaks like him,”
“At least he owned up to his mistakes,”
“Is there anything else you want us to talk about? Because with the rate at which the conversation is going, I would not be surprised to hear you saying something about justifying the wrong my brother did.”
And then I pick up my wineglass and instantly finish every liquor in it. That felt good. Especially the way the liquor burnt down my throat. This was probably one of their strongest drinks as liquor from the humans never gives me this kind of feeling that this one did.
I would have focused my entire being on the events around us, especially the rate at which they are handling one another, but I notice Luis suddenly start to act funny.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask him, and instead of responding to my question, he picks up his wineglass and drains the whole shot down his throat. He then proceeds to signal for the bartender to bring another shot for him which is done almost instantly. And just like that, he has downed two straight shots.
“Are you now going to tell me what is going on with you?” was my demand soon after as I frown at him.
“I'm fine. Just a little restless, that's all.”
I do not understand him. Restless? From what? Or is there something around here that I did not take notice of?
I choose to observe him and I see that he has not stopped with the act. He was not relaxed as he sat, and I notice that he has began to sweat.
As he wipes the swear off his face, he says to me, “I need to go outside.”
“Why?” I ask.
“This place is choking," and immediately he is up, already squeezing his way through the dancing crowd. I quickly tip the bartender, telling him I would be back before going after Luis.
To be honest, I did not like the look of things. It was as if he was suffering from something I cannot put my hands on. Why would he suddenly start to act up like that?
When I arrive outside, I see him standing next to my car that we brought here. He is acting strangely as he leans on the car while bending a little like he wanted to throw up.
Is that it? Is that why he made me this scared? Goodness me, this is crazy.
“Do you want to purge or something?” was my question as to why he is acting like that.
“Something worse than that,” he responds, but I can hear clearly that he is gritting his teeth. Instantly I know that he is going through a lot now, whatever it is.
And as I continue to look on at him, he drops knee down to the ground and that is when I rush over to help him. But I get rejected immediately.
“Stay away from—” he was already saying that in between gritted teeth and his strange attitude. But he cannot finish that because something unexpected happens. And it happens right in my face.
The man I can see on the ground is no longer there. No, he is not. Because what I can see now is a big brown wolf with furry skin, looking as large as my wolf if it is to be compared.
Although I am a little scared, a smile makes its way to my face. Delight floods through my insides from the sight right ahead of me. I did not even realize that I have dug my nails into my palm from the overwhelming glee.
And as a howl fills the air into the dark of the night, I acknowledge that my mate has broken the barriers of the ‘cursed’.