Chapter 6
Bastien
The scent of fresh rain along with decaying leaves assaulted my senses. My wolf bound over a fallen log happy to be free again.
I closed in on the area that my beta informed me about. A low deep growl formed at the thought and smell of the rogue.
My claws sunk into the freshly loosened dirt from the rainstorm two nights ago. It was cold, and I relished in the feeling of the ground sinking between my toes.
I could smell a faint trace of another wolf beside one of my pack members. The smell was like a combination of cut grass and garbage. It was a weird combination, and it’s definitely one that will stick with me.
Following the scent, I pressed my nose against the freshly fallen leaves and began picking up more traces of him. My feet pounded on the forest floor as I ran, pausing only briefly to check the scent before continuing again.
Just as I pressed my nose to the ground for the fourth time, another scent came to me. It was a strawberry and champagne combination. It was a scent that my wolf wanted to roll around in.
I stopped and looked around trying to figure out where that scent was coming from. I needed to find who it came from.
Turning I pressed my nose to the ground smelling faint traces of her. My wolf bounced happily as the realization of what we were smelling settled in our chests.
Mate, my wolf growled happily.
She was out there alone. Unprotected and from the stench that clung to her sweet scent she was terrified.
Chapter 7
Mia
Jack was here, and I was staring at him. The fucker, the lying man-whore, the cheating no good pond scum! I wanted to stand and walk over there and what? Smack him? Tell him he wasn’t welcome?
I was at a loss as to what I needed to do to make him disappear.
Close your eyes and chant, that damn voice cackled.
So helpful, I snapped at it.
It laughed harder, echoing in my head.
Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? I sighed when it said nothing.
You do realize you’re talking to yourself? I asked myself. Damn you brain for pointing out the obvious.
Stella finally reached Jack, and I squinted to see who he was with. Was that Sally, oh god, it is Sally. That bastard brought her to a party that neither of them were invited too.
Jack knew I was going to be here. He was fucking Sally behind my back, and he brought her here. Why couldn’t he bring someone else? Shit, anyone else.
After everything he’s done after I found them together, he brings her here to what, slap me in the face? I think if he did, it would have surprised me less.
Stella was standing close to Sally whispering in her ear. Jack looked horrified, and I could only imagine what she was saying.
Jack was looking a little green when Matt appeared in front of him, and he wasn’t quiet.
“What are you doing here, Dalton?” Matt snarled.
Got to love my big brother. Even if he was only a few months older than me and not really my biological brother.
Details, that annoying voice pointed out, and for once I agreed.
“Don’t tell me you’re here for my girl,” he tells Jack.
Just after he said that Stella’s voice carried as she talked louder.
“You know there’s some cream you could buy for that crotch rot,” Stella tells Sally.
Poor Sally was turning red and looking around for help.
“You know, he only fucked you because Mia wouldn’t let him touch her hoo-ha?” Stella explains.
“Not that I blame her. Who knows what kind of crotch Jack climbed up in,” Stella continued.
I almost felt bad for them, scratch that, I did feel bad for them. Jack may have cheated, but it didn’t hurt me the way it should have.
“Stella,” I called out to her in an attempt, or more like a hope, to divert her attention.
“Don’t you Stella me! This bitch was fucking your man and has the ovaries to make an appearance at our party?” Stella shouted.
Well, I hope she has ovaries. Although, I fear the alternative since she had the balls to come here.
“Stella,” I tried again.
Only to get a finger wave and not the nice kind. Stella’s middle finger was pointing up as she waved it around in my general direction.
“Jack,” Matt’s voice was filled with the humor Stella was known for.
Jack had been looking back and forth between Stella and Sally and now turned his attention back to Matt.
“You need to leave,” He tells Jack.
Finally, I had enough. I loved Matt and Stella, but this was too much. Slowly I placed my hands in front of me in a crude attempt to stand up. My hands pressed down against the dirt, and I leaned forward slowly maneuvering myself into a standing position.
I have had enough of the drinking and drama anyways. I was more than ready to head out. Why not let the lying sneaky bastard stay?
Because he deserves to rot in her crotch, the voice growled.
He will, I tell the voice with a smile. Who knows maybe his dick will fall off.
I already had my fun, why not let him, I mean them, do the same? Was I too nice?
Yes, the voice growled.
No, I didn’t love Jack, but he was a comfort. He fucked up, but he saved us from a dull and horrible future in a way we owe him. I tell it.
The voice sighed, literally sighed, as if it was put off and grumbled a quiet unhappy agreement.
I walked over to the small group containing two of my favorite people and two of my not-so-favorite people. The air around them seemed to be colder than the area I was previously sitting in.
“Mia,” Sally said in a quiet voice with embarrassment written all over her face.
I didn’t bother replying. There wasn’t much I could say to Sally or even Jack for that matter.
“I’m out,” I tell Matt and Stella.
“What? No, these fuckers were just leaving,” Matt tells me while his eyes stayed on Jack. If looks could peel back your skin and cut you to pieces, I think Jack would be in a world of pain.
“Come on Mia, please stay,” Stella begs.
I shake my head. I loved my friends, but I’ve had more than enough excitement tonight.
“No, I’m done. I need to sleep,” I tell Matt and Stella both. And I did. I needed a nice soft bed with fluffy pillows. Maybe even a little lavender essential oil sprinkled on said fluffy pillow.
“Let them stay,” I tell them both.
Both looked ready to spit nails as their attention went back to the pair I was referring too.
“Mia,” Jack said.
“Jack,” I replied. I mean, what else was there to say? How’s the weather? Did you watch the game? Or is the sex better now that you’re not doing it behind my back?
Okay, so I was a little bitter, but who wouldn’t be. I mean Jack was fucking someone behind my back.
About time, the voice grumbled.