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“We’ll stick with you the entire time.” I nodded, giving Breyona a reassuring smile.
We made it to Haze twenty minutes later. The thumping music sounded exactly how I remembered it from Chelsea’s birthday. We walked up to the bouncer and he let us inside without a hassle. People were packed inside the club, some dancing while others drank and talked above the thundering music.
The lights were different colors this time. Instead of green and purple, the lights were red and white. It gave everything in the club a red-tinged hue. The color resembled the spilled blood coming from
Kanyon and Katie’s lifeless bodies. The thought made my stomach turn, but I forced the sickness back for Breyona.
“I’m gonna walk around a bit, see if I can smell anything.” Breyona yelled over the music.
Mason and I nodded, following her closely as she wandered. Another twenty minutes passed, and we retreated to the bar. Breyona was looking quite defeated, her eyes flickering around expectantly.
“I should’ve just found him last time we were here.” Breyona frowned, “I missed my only chance.”
“That’s not true.” I shook my head, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes, he might not even be here yet!”
I ordered drinks for the three of us, giving Breyona a reassuring smile as she tossed hers back.
“You’re right.” She nodded, “You’re right. He’s probably on his way right now.”
“Exactly.” I nodded, “We’ll walk around this club a thousand times if it means you get to find your mate.”
We continued walking through the club, pushing past sweaty bodies as we went. A hundred different smells were filtering through my nose. Body spray, sweat, arousal, d***s, cigarettes, alcohol, and something slightly sweet. All battered my nose, leaving it confused. Places like this tended to overwhelm the senses. I strictly relied on my hearing, managing to hear the words Breyona yelled above the thundering music.
“Lets go up to the balcony.” She shouted.
We walked up the curved stairs to the balcony over looking the entire inside of the club. From this height, we had a fairly decent view of everything going on in the club. The two bars were packed with people, ordering drinks by the dozen. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, swaying and jumping to the intense beat of the music. The red flashing lights made everything look much more scarlet from up on the balcony. As if a bucket of paintor some other red substance, had been draped over the floor and the people.
A new batch of people flooded into the club, and Breyona whipped her head around expectantly.
“Lets go back down.” Breyona yelled, “The bouncer’s letting more people inside.”
Mason and I followed behind Breyona. It was becoming difficult to stay close as more people filtered into the building. I bumped shoulders with countless people, keeping my eyes trained on Breyona’s retreating form.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here again, beautiful.” A familiar, flirty voice called out.
I turned at the sound of his voice. I could probably pick his voice out of an entire crowd if need be. It was rough, but held a certain kind of delicacy that I found attractive. The whisper of an accent fell from his tongue, accompanying his words.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here again, beautiful.” I turned and met his swirling blue eyes. Brighter than the sea, more comparable to the sky on a clear day.
My heart did this weird pitter patter as a sly smile formed on his face. His smile was as I remembered it from Chelsea’s birthday, charming with just a hint of mischievousness. It was sxy yet impishly innocent all in one. There was no denying how gorgeous this man was, anyone with eyes could see it. Maya remained quiet as I turned to look at the guy. She had long ago stopped forcing me away from guys. She knew I wouldn’t sleep with just anyone. Flirting was definitely on the table, sx most certainly was not. Well, until I met Alpha Nolan.
“Oh look, it’s the nameless guy.” I smirked, feeling my heart jump when he flashed me a gleaming smile. Amusement danced in his eyes.
“The nameless guy?” He gave me a lopsided smirk.
His blindingly light blonde hair caught the flashing scarlet lights. His hair practically reflected the color, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like in actual sunlight. Beautiful, I’m sure.
“I assure you, beautiful.” He leaned in, towering over me. His cologne flooded through my nose. Musky and earthy with a hint of something sweet. “I have a name.”
“You didn’t give it to me last time we met.” I pouted, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “I gave you mine.”
For just a moment, an image of Breyona and Mason flashed through my mind. It was like a beam of light in a dark room. It went out so quickly, I was blinded and stumbling around. As quickly as my mind cleared, it fogged up again.
His cologne was really strong; but boy did it smell good.
“Names are important things, Daisy.” The guy smirked down at me. I was sure he could hear my hammering heart. “Can’t just give them away to anyone.”
A rush of something familiar ran through me. It resembled the intense desire I felt for Alpha Nolan, only it was different some how. This guy called to another side of me, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore.
The strange feeling made me bold. I stood on my tip toes, placing my hands on his broad shoulders.
He felt much too cold to be out dancing at a club, as though he had just come inside from the crisp nighttime breeze. I toyed with his shoulder length hair, marveling at how soft it truly felt.
“You can trust me.” I smirked back at the guy, fluttering my eyelashes suggestively. “I’m great at keeping secrets.”
“I suppose I can, beautiful.” He grinned down at me. The intensity of his gaze was almost unsettling, as though I were the only person in the entire club. It could’ve been empty for all the two of us cared.
Breyona and Mason were far from my mind. I couldn’t quite remember why I was here to begin with. All
I know is that I ran into this devastatingly handsome guy after losing him the first time. It was fate; or pure luck that we managed to find eachother again. Like some sort of fairy tale. His smile was sincere yet devious, his body was chiseled yet dressed in that bad-boy persona.
“Call me Tristan.” He smirked down at me.
I recognized the slight accent as he told me his name. His voice swam in circles around my head, shoving away any other thoughts I could’ve been having.
“Tristan.” I repeated, only without the accent. “Is that French?”
“It is.” Tristan smiled down at me, “Named after my Father, and his Father before.”
“I like it.” My voice came out in a low purr.
I hadn’t realized we had been talking in the midst of the thundering music, somehow able to hear eachother clearly. I struggled to hear Breyona, but Tristan’s voice was clear as a bell.
“Come outside with me, beautiful.” Tristan gave me a breathtaking smile. “It’s hard to hear your lovely voice with all of this noise.”
I felt myself nodding, allowing Tristan to guide me in front of him. He led me up the stairs and to a balcony door. This balcony sat outside the club, off to the side. The view was horrible, looking down into the damp alley way but the noise was a vanishing thought out here. The thundering music was a dull pulse through the glass doors.
I rested my back against the railing, watching with clouded eyes as Tristan stalked towards me. His movements were slow, yet incredibly smooth. He moved as though everything else in the world went still for him, it was graceful in a strange way. His light colored hair reflected the moonlight, making it look almost white. The scent of his cologne was much stronger out here, that musky scent with just a touch of something sweet. Tristan approached me, taking my face in his hands. His palms were cool against my skin, but his touch did something to my heart. It pounded in my chest, heating my skin almost unbearably. His touch was the only thing that cooled me, and for that reason I pulled him closer.
“Beautiful, Daisy.” Tristan murmured, his lips dangerously close to my ear. His voice was light yet his words sounded heavy. “How long I have waited for you.”
“You waited for me?” My voice came out dreamily.
My mind was a blur of information, things that I had no access to. I couldn’t remember my family, or my life in the pack. All I knew was Tristan and I, that’s all I could think about. His touch, his face, his voice, his scent. All of it was swimming around in my head seductively.
“Of course, beautiful.” Tristan murmured, his cold teeth grazing the soft skin below my earlobe. “You are destined to be mine.”
A shiver ran through me under his touch, igniting me in a different kind of way. Something chimed in the back of my head, reminding me I had felt this way before. I had felt this with someone else.
“Yours?” The idea wasn’t such a bad one. What would be so bad about being Tristan’s?
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