Dealing With Him

III

Looking through my closet, I let out a groan when I found nothing I wanted to wear. Brianna was blasting '7/11' by Beyonce and putting makeup on while dancing to the music. It was an amazement that she didn't mess it up from how much she was moving with the music.

"I have nothing!" I cried out and Brianna threw something at me almost immediately.

"Try it on."

I sighed and tried it on. The black dress showed off my hips perfectly and exposed the center of my chest.

What the f**k is this s**t?

"Thanks, I guess," I said and quickly curled my hair. "Mind telling me why the hell there's a giant hole at my chest?"

Brianna snorted, "Because it was made like that?"

I rolled my eyes and finished with my makeup. When I finished, I put my heels on and ushered Brianna out of her bedroom.

"Aria," someone's voice called out.

I turned around and was soon having a staring contest with Reese. We were close friends in the past while he comforted me when I found out my parents left me to go God knows where, however, we grew distant when he confessed his love for me.

That was almost a year ago.

Ever since that day, we haven't really spoken. Well, he tried talking to me but I made my conversations short. Plus, because I found my mate today, it will be even more awkward with him talking to me when he still has feelings for me.

"Oh," I said, "hey, Reese."

Reese caught up with me and I quickly turned to Brianna, who was looking between the two of us.

"Where are you guys heading?" He asked.

"Just to a club outside of Lunar," I responded.

"Oh, cool."

An awkward silence took over and slowly, I started backing away.

"So," I said, my brain seeming to turn off as I spoke, "I'll see you later."

And with that, I walked away from him and went down the staircase. Trey and Owen were sitting opposite of each other pretending neither one of them existed.

"Hey," I greeted and Trey looked up with a grin.

"Hey," Owen said and kissed Brianna's cheek. "I thought you weren't allowed out?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you his eyes and ears now?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You can put it that way."

I scoffed.

"I don't want you to come anymore," I muttered and began walking to the front door.

"Why not?" Brianna asked with a frown.

"He probably already told Dylan," I answered and glared at my best friend's mate.

Owen chuckled and grabbed the car keys.

"Think what you want, little person," he said and opened the door for me. "Now, where is this club?"

-----

"Of all places," Owen mumbled, "it had to be Rain Crescent?"

I shrugged, along with Trey. He was the one who picked the location of the club and it was a good idea; this place is always packed.

"It's the hot spot, Owen," I argued. "Cute guys come in and out of this place."

Owen frowned.

"What about--"

"Dylan?" I finished as a question. "Just because he's my mate doesn't mean I can't have my fun. Besides, it's not like I'm going to sleep with anyone here."

"Possibly," Trey mindlinked me.

I scoffed.

"Shut up, Trey."

"Who wants some drinks?" Brianna asked as we stepped inside.

I screamed, "Me" And made my way to the bar. I sat down and the bartender came up to me.

"What can I get yer?" He asked with a dashing smile and put the glass he was cleaning down in front of me.

"Shot of tequila," I answered, "and keep 'em coming."

"Alright."

He turned around to grab a bottle and poured it in a shot cup.

"What's a pretty girl like yerself doin' all alone in this'ere club of chaos?"

I smiled and shrugged, downing my first shot.

"Just had to get away from my pack, you know?"

He nodded.

"I understand. My mum is always up me arse about somethin'. Sometimes, I just like ter travel 'cause she'll always be bitchin' 'bout what I do fer work."

I chuckled.

"Must suck," I said with a smile and had another shot of tequila.

"Does yer mother ever drive yer nuts?"

I looked at my filled glass and downed it.

"She left me when I was five," I answered with a shrug.

He frowned but soon extended a hand.

"I'm Ron, short for Ronald."

I shook his hand.

"Aria," I answered.

"What pack are yer from?"

"Right next to yours," I replied. "Lunar Shadow."

"Really?" Ron said with surprise. "Not many folks from there come ter this pack a lot. They usually bloat 'bout how ther in such a nice pack. I heard the newly-selected Alpha is the best in years. And the youngest. Is that true?"

I scoffed, "Yeah. He's alright. However, I prefer the Alpha we had three years previously."

Ron raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"What's yer problem with him? He seems like the kind of person yer'd want ter befriend."

I shrugged.

"I guess."

The song 'Silence by Marshmello and Khalid' blared and I stood up, beginning to walk to the dance floor. Before I reached it, I turned around and face Ron.

"Wanna dance?" I asked and extended my hand.

Ron smiled and walked away, whispering in someone's ear before jumping over the counter (even though there was a door right beside him). After fixing his dirty blonde hair, he walked towards me and held my hand, practically carrying me to the floor before spinning me around.

I laughed and Ron spun me again before twirling me back to his chest. I turned my body to him, swaying my hips to the music.

I looked at him when he stopped, he seemed to be looking at something else. When I looked in the same direction as him, I saw a tall, muscular figure walking towards us. By the way, they were walking towards us, I could tell they were angry.

Then I realized -- that was Dylan.

Ron bowed his head when he was in front of them, which Dylan nodded, his eyes shooting daggers at him before turning to me.

"Excuse us," Dylan said and dragged me out of the club until we were on the street.

I stumbled as the tequila started getting to me. I mean, it was bound to happen after all the shots I had. Even though it took quite a bit for werewolves to get drunk, I drank way too mush...

Much.

I meant much.

"What are yoou doing here?" I slurred with sass and pulled away from Dylan. "Should you be at your wolfy meeting? The meeting where the high-class heroes go?"

"Yeah," Dylan grunted and grabbed my jaw suddenly, "but Owen mindlinked me saying how you got drunk and weren't acting like yourself. So, I left as soon as it ended."

I grumbled.

"I'm not a baby, mister," I argued and began pinching him. "You can't treat me like a child; "Stay in the house, Aria. I'm warning you--" (I spoke in a deeper voice as I tried to imitate him), "you have to be bored until I get back. I'm going to turn into Christian Grey on you if you don't listen to me. No wait, never mind, I'll just drag you away from your friend in the middle of dancing after making a dramatic entrance."

I heard chuckling and turned to Dylan, who had his face covered with one hand as he laughed.

"What?" I whined and stomped my foot.

Stupid fool.

He is going to die.

I'll make sure of it.

"You're so cute when you're drunk," he gushed and pinched my cheeks.

"Leave me alone, you bully," I snapped and licked my hand, slapping his cheek lightly with it.

Dylan made a face a disgust and grabbed my wrists when I tried doing it again.

"As much as I would love to bend you over my lap and give you the punishment you deserve for not listening to me whatsoever today," he said and I bit my lip. "You're drunk and need to get back to the house."

I shook my head.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I yelled and began wrestling him to the ground. Dylan wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn't fall on the ground. My hands were on his chest and I began punching his chest, making him look at me with an amused look.

"You aren't my dad," I added with narrow eyes.

He grinned.

"I may not be your dad," he said, his voice deeper than normal, "but I can be your daddy."

My eyes went wide and I shook my head.

"No, thank you," I said and stood up.

Liar.

Shut up, subconscious.

Dylan scanned me up and down from the ground.

"What are you wearing?" He asked.

"Clothes?" I answered in the form of a question.

Dylan growled.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again," he snarled and leaned in until his lips were barely touching my ear. "You're not allowed showing disgusting men stuff that only belongs to me."

My lips parted.

"Excuse me, Mr. Control-Freak, but these ta-tas have been dragging me down of my dreams since eighth grade, and I'm not going to let one man decide that he wants to steal them."

He chuckled and pulled away, his hands trying to cover the bare part of my chest. He huffed with annoyance and used his hand to cover it. His fingers slipped through the fabric of my dress and he squeezed my breast.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hand's off the ta-tas, dude."

He smiled but obliged, carrying me to the car and helping me into it. He slammed the door and walked to the driver's side, opening it and sitting in it. He closed the door and looked back at me.

"Whatever you do," he warned, "don't--"

My stomach felt like it flipped and I threw up.