The Alpha's Contracted Mate

Chapter 6 Unveiled Desires

The group of friends, including Isabelle, Mathew, Ethan, and Rose, arrived at TOP KINGS BAR. Top Kings Bar carries an air of sophistication and exclusivity. As the group of friends entered the bar, they were greeted by an elegant lobby manager who guided them to a private room, emphasizing the level of privacy and luxury the bar offered as he always does.

The bar itself was a blend of modern design and classic charm. The dimly lit space created a cozy and intimate atmosphere, with soft lighting casting a warm glow on the patrons. Plush leather sofas and comfortable armchairs were strategically arranged, providing ample seating for guests to relax and socialize.

The room where Isabelle, Mathew, and Ethan gathered was adorned with tasteful decorations. The walls were adorned with framed artwork, adding a touch of elegance to the space. The long, polished wooden table in the center of the room was adorned with carefully arranged bottles of various spirits, reflecting the bar's commitment to providing a wide selection of high-quality drinks.

The ambiance was further enhanced by the subtle background music playing, creating a melodic backdrop for conversation. The sound system was finely tuned, ensuring that the music didn't overpower the room, allowing guests to engage in conversation without difficulty.

The bar staff were impeccably dressed, donning smart uniforms that reflected the bar's commitment to sophistication and attention to detail. They moved with grace and efficiency, attending to guests' needs with professionalism and a touch of charm.

The bar's reputation for excellence extended to its drinks menu. The extensive selection of premium spirits, including top-shelf whiskies, fine wines, and artisanal cocktails, catered to a discerning clientele. The bartenders, skilled in their craft, meticulously prepared each drink, infusing their creations with creativity and precision.

Top Kings Bar aimed to create an atmosphere of refined luxury and exclusivity, attracting a clientele that appreciates the finer things in life. It was a place where people could unwind, enjoy each other's company, and indulge in the pleasures of a well-crafted drink in an upscale setting.

A lot of prominent and top famous werewolves loved to visit this bar.

Isabelle and Ethan took their seats, and shortly after, Rose stormed into the room, complaining about the traffic that had delayed her arrival.

Grabbing an open beer from the table, Rose gulped down a few mouthfuls before addressing the group, "I didn't check the traffic before leaving... and got stuck all the way here!"

Ethan chuckled at Rose's grand entrance, finding amusement in her dramatics. "We actually bumped into Sarah outside when we arrived," he said.

Rose's eyes widened with curiosity. "Sarah, Matthew's childhood friend?"

Ethan nodded, a smirk forming on his face. "Who else could have such an annoying name?"

Intrigued by Sarah's presence, Rose turned to Isabelle for more information. "Did she start a fight?"

Isabelle, unfazed by Sarah's actions, took a sip of her beer and replied nonchalantly, "Isn't she always like that?"

Rose's expression soured, and she made up her mind to confront Sarah. She grabbed her beer bottle and headed towards the door, determined to give Sarah a piece of her mind.

However, before Rose could make her exit, Ethan stepped in her path, blocking her way. "Where are you going?"

Rose waved her beer bottle, determination burning in her eyes. "I'm going to confront her! I've had enough of her bothering me, and now she's asking for trouble. We can't let her get away with it."

Ethan, trying to reason with Rose, grabbed the back of her collar. "Can't you just sit down and enjoy your drink? Why cause a scene?"

To his surprise, Isabelle intervened, instructing Ethan to let Rose go. Ethan was taken aback by Isabelle's response. "Huh?"

Isabelle nodded, her voice calm but firm. "Let Rose go. I appreciate her standing up for me. Sarah only has a few bodyguards with her. Rose knows some fighting techniques, and even if she can't defeat them, she should be able to hold her ground if she transform into her wolf form"

Ethan, still skeptical of Rose's abilities, started to protest, "Her? You know her skills are nothing impressive, she..."

Before Ethan could finish his sentence, Rose slipped out of his grasp and defiantly sat down next to Isabelle.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Changed your mind?"

Rose responded casually, settling back on the sofa. "I'll wait for the right moment. As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold."

Ethan chuckled at Rose's determination and moved to sit on a nearby single-seat sofa, grabbing a beer and downing half of it in one gulp. "Rose, you know, as the old saying goes, 'If we do not meet each other for three days, we should look at each other in a new light.' Why don't you play by the rules?"

Rose leaned back, glancing at Ethan with a sly smile. "Don't underestimate me with your narrow vision. I possess strength beyond your imagination."

Ethan responded with a teasing smirk, "Indeed, I can't imagine."

While the friends continued their banter, Isabelle's phone rang, interrupting the conversation. She excused herself and walked out into the corridor to answer the call, her mind preoccupied with the urgent matter at hand.

On the phone, Isabelle was informed about a scandal involving one of the artists from her company. The male artist was suspected of engaging in 'Pick-Up Artist' behavior, and his ex-girlfriend had exposed their chat history, creating a public relations crisis.

"Ms. Morgan, the artist, wants to post an announcement on Twitter and send a legal letter. What do you think?" the caller asked anxiously.

Isabelle took a deep breath, considering the situation carefully. "Tell him to do nothing for now," she responded calmly.

The caller seemed surprised by Isabelle's directive. "Do nothing? But shouldn't we address the situation immediately?"

Isabelle explained her reasoning, "The term 'PUA' is sensitive in society. Regardless of whether the accusations are true, as soon as this word appears, it can cause an uproar. Instead of making an announcement amidst the storm, it's better to let things cool down before taking action. We'll deal with it tomorrow."

The caller hesitated but ultimately agreed with Isabelle's decision. After ending the call, Isabelle made her way back to the private room.

As she entered Matthew's room, a chaotic scene greeted her. Rose was being restrained by Ethan, hurling insults at the crowd. The room was filled with tension and unease.

Isabelle immediately approached Rose, her voice filled with concern. "Rose, what's going on? Why are you causing a commotion?"

Rose's eyes were red from shouting, and she struggled against Ethan's grip. "These people... they have no manners, no respect!"

Isabelle acknowledged her friendship with Rose and apologized on her behalf, a sense of understanding in her voice. She picked up a beer bottle from the table, raised it in a silent toast to Rose, and downed its contents in one go, using it as an act of apology.

Sarah, seizing the opportunity, made a snide remark directed at Isabelle. But Isabelle responded subtly, reminding Sarah of her own questionable behavior and her relationship with Matthew, Isabelle's mate.

The room fell silent, everyone startled by Isabelle's retort. Isabelle's words hung in the air, leaving Sarah embarrassed and blushing.

After handling the situation and diffusing the tension, Isabelle decided to leave Matthew's room. She knew it was time to have a conversation with Matthew, away from the prying eyes of their friends.

Isabelle pulled out her phone and dialed Matthew's number. As they spoke, a playful tone laced Matthew's voice, suggesting a tension-filled interaction to follow.

"Still in the private room?" Isabelle asked, her voice carrying a hint of restraint.

Matthew's response was filled with mischief, "Going home?"

A mischievous smile formed on Isabelle's face as she replied, "Yes."

In that moment, Mathew paused, his mischievous smile spreading across his face, betraying the thoughts that played in his mind. He picked up his jacket from the side and draped it over his arm, exuding a confident aura. "Half an hour, City Heights," he declared, his voice filled with anticipation.

On the other end of the phone, Isabelle's voice carried a mix of excitement and agreement. "Okay," she replied, her heart racing with different thoughts.

Without wasting a moment, Matthew walked out of the room, leaving his friends surprised about his sudden departure. They exchanged puzzled glances and whispered among themselves, speculating the reason for his hasty exit. The revelation of Matthew's marital status had caught them off guard, and they couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of his relationship with Isabelle.

As Matthew made his way out of the bar, a heavy silence filled the air. Sarah, who had been sitting on the sofa, felt a surge of bitterness and disappointment. The realization that Matthew was married shattered her fantasies, and she found herself grappling with a mix of jealousy and regret. She had never imagined that their flirtatious banter would come to such an abrupt end.

Meanwhile, Isabelle hailed a taxi and directed the driver to City Heights, Her anxiety building with every passing moment. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

She pondered the complexities of her connection with Matthew, uncertain about the path they were embarking on. The undeniable chemistry between them had grown stronger, but she questioned the consequences and the potential impact on their lives.

Arriving at their shared apartment building, Isabelle's footsteps echoed in the corridor as she made her way to their unit. The familiar surroundings provided a sense of comfort, yet an undercurrent of tension lingered. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob, contemplating the choice she was about to make.

Just as Isabelle prepared to enter their apartment, her wrist was abruptly seized, and she was forcefully pinned against the wall. Startled, her eyes widened as she recognized Matthew's firm grip. "Matthew," she uttered, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Matthew held her wrist firmly, his touch sending shivers down Isabelle's spine. He raised her arm above her head and pushed it against the wall, his expression filled with a mix of intensity and desire. Leaning in, his smirk widened, and his voice dropped to a seductive whisper.

"You were so eager to find me,

afraid I would cause trouble for your friend? Hmm?" he taunted, his words dripping with a hint of playfulness.