Chapter Forty-six

ALLIE

While things were coming to Zane and me well there wasn't much to tell. We had a dinner and we talked, and I couldn't lie and say I didn't enjoy it because I did, but then Monday rolled around, and it was like the weekend never happened.

He didn't look at me.

He didn't talk to me.

And any guilt that I had for playing games with him was wiped. He was still the same old Zane, hot and cold.

So, when the weekend rolled around again, and Blake offered to take me out, I didn't turn him down.

The bass was thick, and the drinks were flowing. Chase had ended up joining us, and it only made the night more fun. It was like old times. Times I wasn't meant to remember.

I was bouncing on my heels, drink in hand and Blake's arm wrapped around my waist. Club Midnight was packed as the hot weather had everyone out.

I was mimicking the words to the song to Blake, making him laugh when my body tensed. This couldn't be happening.

After that small amount of time spent with Zane, my inner wolf had picked up on him and his emotions. It had annoyed me all week, and it was beyond me how only a few days with him could cause my wolf to tune into him so quickly.

But she had.

And right now, she was feeling him.

I threw my arm around Blake's head, bringing our faces closer. His hand slipping down. We kept dancing, well more like grinding up against each other, but we both knew it meant nothing. Blake and I were like that, we could flirt, strip down naked in front of each other, but still have a friendship because we were never going to be anything more.

Zane was angry; I could feel his rage flow through my blood, and it only drove me to cling to Blake tighter.

 

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ZANE

Fuck Ebony and Taylor for dragging me out. I wasn't in the mood for dancing and drinking. I was in the mood for working on my car and listening to loud, pissed off music because that was how I felt.

Pissed off.

Ryder got wind of me hanging out with Allie and of course went to the parents. Scoring me a lecture.

So, I did as they asked. I stayed away from her all week which felt fucking impossible, and was impossible.

I ignored her welcoming smile on Monday, and by Wednesday she was over me, and instead of smiling at me or looking to make conversation, she was turning her head or staring down at her feet.

"This is just what I need. A loose night with my best buds." Ebony linked her arms through mine and Taylor’s. "Come on, this is going to be awesome.

I scanned the floor as we moved towards the stairs and, just like a sucker punch to the stomach, I saw Allie.

Allie and Blake.

She wasn't on him. She was basically in him.

The people around them were like a blur, as all I could see was her and him.

"Hey, Harris, you moving or just planning on standing there?" Ebony tugged on my arm.

I nodded my head to the floor. "You alright with your mate all over mine."

Her head snapped, and I watched her eyes widen with rage.

What she was feeling was nothing to what I was feeling.

"Mine? What happened to her being dead to you?"

"Not in the mood for judgment." I strolled past her and took the stairs two at a time. My blood was fuming. It was hard enough being apart from her all week, but seeing her all over him was just a knife to the fucking heart.

Thanks to Ryder telling mom and dad I was seen eating out with Allie, scored me a dinner with the folks outlining the arrangement again.

I knew the facts.

I wasn't meant to be near Allie.

Wasn't meant to talk to her.

Wasn't meant to care about her.

I was meant to forget her.

Like that was going to happen.

"Didn't expect to see you out." I stood behind her and screamed over the music.

She turned in Blake's arms, her eyes wired with alcohol. "Zane. Didn't expect you to be talking to me."

"What would have you thinking that?"

Her eyebrow arched. "Because you haven't all week." She crossed her arms. "Can I help you with something?"

"Wanna dance?"

"No."

"Wanna drink?"

"No."

Blake's arms wrapped tighter around her. "She's alright Harris so you can fuck off."

"Can I talk to you?" Ebony stepped in my view, her eyes zoned on Blake. "Now."

"No." He glared back at her. "You can fuck off too."

"Don't speak to me like that." Ebony's voice hardened. "We had an agreement, and right now you are breaking it."

"I'm touching Allie, get over it."

If he didn't move his hand, I was going to break.

"You and I both agreed, Blake. The whole point of a fucking agreement is to stick to it."

"You want me, Ebony, is that what you're telling me?" Blake let go of Allie and Allie moved closer to the bar, giving me a chance to get in between them.

Ebony and Blake went into a full-on conversation, but I was more focused on Allie.

"I'm sorry about this week." My eyes were locked on the side of her face while she ordered another drink.

"Don't worry about it."

"You see I am because it's upset you."

She rolled her eyes. "And what would give you that impression? Seriously, Zane, just leave it. I'm out with my friends, and you are out with yours."

Glancing over our shoulders, I was as shocked as her at what we saw.

Blake and Ebony were full-on kissing.

"Or I had my friend," She muttered.

"Just ignore them two." Of course, they would choose now to turn all mates on. "Hormones and stuff."

"Yeah, because it makes complete sense one moment he has his hand up my shirt, and now his tongue down her throat."

"Yeah, but they’re mates."

"No, they aren't, they hate each other." Her eyes were scorching, and she spat the words at me.

Shit. Wrong form of words on my part.

"I mean…

"I don't care what you mean. Just go away."

"So, you're bitchy when your drunk."

"Sweetheart, I'm not even close to drunk." She scanned the crowd behind me. "Now, if you don't mind, I have another Falcon brother to chase down before he decides to lock lips with a slut."

"Ebony isn't that bad."

"No, she is just so sweet."

"You could stay here with me." My fingers linked around her arm. "I'm sure I can keep up with you."

"I only drink with friends, and last time I checked friends don't treat you like you’re invisible."

"I've had a shit week with family stuff. Trust me, Allie, if I acted like a dick, and I'm sorry."

And I honestly fucking meant it. Just wish she could see it. Well, it meant I was just going to have to show her, and as for my parents, well, they could just get screwed.

"Let me make it up to you," I whispered in her ear, feeling her body tense at my touch.

Her eyes locked with mine. "Fine."