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Chapter 60
Lewis pulled the black SUV in to Chloe’s driveway, only for her to come flying out of the front door before they’d even pulled to a stop. She yanked open the back door with a little too much force, threw her handbag in, then plopped onto the seat.
She turned to look past Felix in the middle seat, over to Arla on the opposite side of him, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Is it true, Arla? Did Beta Drew really reject Violet?” she asked, practically buzzing in anticipation. Felix’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Who said that?” asked Arla, more than a little annoyed that people were gossiping about it already.
“Stacey works part-time in the packhouse laundry, and she overheard from one of the cleaners. I called Mum, but she told me to mind my own business.” Chloe f
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Drew lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find comfort. It had been two days since he rejected his mate, and the only time he’d been able to sleep was after Arla had channeled for him. He didn’t want to have to rely on her. He needed to learn to live with this. Left alone with his thoughts in the dark room, the suffering only escalated as the hours ticked by. Sleep came in ten to fifteen minute bursts before the pain forced him awake again. He was tired, aching, and absolutely miserable. By eleven o’clock, Dusk was begging him to go wake Arla. By midnight, the pain in Drew’s chest was excruciating and Dusk had begun howling in his head. At one o’clock, he ripped the covers back and hopped out of bed, swaying slightly from the dizziness t
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Lorenzo gave the door three quick thumps with his fist, then flung it open. There lay his Beta with his arms wrapped around Lorenzo’s mate’s waist, her long blonde hair fanning over his chest. Both sets of eyes flew open and as they sat up in bed, startled, an ear-splitting roar erupted from the Alpha. Drew clambered out of bed, standing with his hands up in surrender, his eyes wild with panic. Arla could see the veins protrude in Lorenzo’s neck and down his arms as his hands clenched into tight fists. He was furious, but whilst Drew understood the situation and why the Alpha was enraged, Arla did not. “Lorenzo, it’s not what it looks like,” pleaded Drew. Marcel was pushing forward, eager to shift and r
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Arla walked downstairs to greet Chloe in the foyer. She was holding her party dress in a zippered garment bag, and had her head slightly raised, sniffing the air. “Mate?” asked Arla. “No,” replied Chloe, dejected. “I’ve been eighteen for twelve hours now. I went to training, I even walked around town hoping to run into my mate, and so far nothing.” “Twelve hours? My boy has been waiting for over five years,” said Beth, as she swept into the foyer smiling. “Happy Birthday, darling.” She wrapped Chloe in a tight squeeze, careful to avoid crushing the dress. “I can’t believe our little Chloe is eighteen.” Millie was one of the longest serving staff members at the packhouse, and Chloe and her brothers had spent a lot of time there as children. As Luna, Beth had alw
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The Apollo Bar was located on human territory, but it operated under the guise of having a VIP door list only, to mask the fact that it catered only to supernaturals and their guests. Being on a neutral territory meant that wolves from nearby packs could socialise freely, along with other shifters and species such as vampires, fae, etc. As long as everyone was getting along, nothing was off limits. It was Arla’s first time in a nightclub and it was sensory overload. The music was loud and thumping in her sensitive ears, the lighting was dim in most areas, yet bright flashing lights assaulted her eyes from the dancefloor. With so many people from so many species, the scents were overwhelming. From general scents to alcohol, sweat, blood, fear and arousal, Arla wished she had a way to turn her senses off for a while.
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With all the responsibilities on his shoulders that came with being Alpha, it had been so long since Lorenzo had enjoyed a night out like this. It took a little encouragement from Arla, but he soon loosened up and began to lose himself in the music and in this moment spent with her. In a few short months, she would be his mate and his Luna. She would look at him and know that he was hers and she was his. He would be able to stand proudly beside her as the pack welcomed her as their Luna, to share in his pride at how wonderful his mate was. They would no longer have to hide her glowing eyes, or downplay her true power. After the mate-bond is fully formed, he would reach his full potential as an Alpha, Arla would reach her full potential as a white wolf and witch, and the pack would reap the benefits of a powerful and united Alpha pairing.
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Lorenzo was sitting at the bar nursing a drink while impatiently waiting for Arla to return. He had lost count of the number of women he’d been approached by and subsequently turned away. He had no interest in anyone other than his mate, and he wished Chloe would hurry the fuck up. “Alpha!” shouted Chloe, raising a hand to signal to him and making her way over to him, dragging a strapping young man behind her. “Alpha Lorenzo, this is my mate, Mitchell Lowe. He’s a warrior in the Pearl Lake Pack,” she said with pride. “Alpha, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Mitchell, holding out a large hand to shake. Lorenzo gave him a once over. He was an impressive size and had long, wild and unruly, curly brown hair. He looked to be a similar age to Chloe, maybe a year or two older, and the mocha coloured skin on his
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Arla woke, her head pounding, feeling weak and nauseous. She gingerly touched her hand to the side of her head and flinched. The pain radiated around her skull and she could feel the dried blood matted in her hair. She tried to remember what happened, but everything felt hazy. She knew she was too weak to teleport, and trying to mind-link the Alpha exacerbated her headache, to the point she had to vomit into a bucket she’d located near the makeshift bed she was in on the hard floor. Exhausted and in pain, she lay back down and fell into slumber once again. The next time Arla woke, the thumping in her head had subsided and she could think a little clearer, however the pain was still present. Why aren’t I healing? She thought.
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He turned on his heel and strode out of the room and out of the cabin altogether, leaving Arla alone. Feeling numb, she collected the clean clothes and toiletries that had been provided and made her way to the bathroom in a daze. She showered and scrubbed herself, trying to wash the dirt, dried blood and smeared make-up from her face and body. Once she finally felt clean, she slid down the shower wall in a heap and finally allowed herself to break down and weep. She lost count of how long she’d been in the bathroom, but when she exited, Sadie was waiting for her in the room. Sadie wrapped her arms around Arla in a tight embrace, tears falling freely down her face as she cried into Arla’s neck. Arla returned the hug, stroking her long, honey coloured hair, trying her best to soothe her distraught friend. “I’
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