Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

Private Show

Before long I find another guy to direct my lust towards, since Matthew hasn't stopped kissing Regina.

This guy is the bartender. His eyes are big, his hair is long and his body is big and tall. The way he picks up different bottles and makes drinks is magnificent.

I think I’m in love again.

I decide to follow my heart and go order a drink just to hear his probably melodious voice. I don't have any money in me, but I can stay there with him until Gray comes back from the bathroom and pays for me.

My whole plan is set and as I walk to the bar, I push my boobs up in my bra so they look bigger. I brush my hair with my fingers and quickly pull out my phone to check with the camera to make sure the makeup Angie put on me still looks good.

In theory, I look beautiful. And in theory, I'd really like to talk to the bartender and flirt with him, but in reality I settle into a spot at the bar and stand there for another ten minutes without daring to get his attention. Luckily, now that I can look at him up close I realize he’s even more beautiful than I thought he would be.

I've never been to a place like this, obviously, but I know from my years on the internet and from the number of books I've read that no one should ever put anything in your drink.

I realize when I can stop thinking with my püssy, that my beautiful bartender has been sneaking two drops in some glasses while chatting with someone else and directing attention elsewhere. Technically, he's been very good at hiding what he's doing, I only notice because my attention has been fixed on him for so long.

A rather older man takes one of the glasses with drops in it and hands a fifty pound bill to the bartender, who instead of putting it in the cash register as he normally does when he gets paid, keeps the bill in his pants. He then keeps the small bottle there as well.

I stop watching the bartender for the first time in a long time to now follow the older man. I see him come to one of the high tables where a pretty blonde is sitting. She looks much younger than him. Much. She is probably my age and he looks like he could be fifty.

I start walking towards them without much thought when he puts the spiked glass in the girl's hands. I'm not going to let something like that happen. Whatever that thing the bartender put in there, she's not aware of it. I walk over to the girl and ignore the look of confusion on her face as I lean in and get close to her ear.

"That man paid for someone to put drops in your glass. I don't know if it's innocent, but it didn't look innocent to me. I advise you not to drink it."

I move away from her ear after saying that and see that the blonde is now looking at the glass with fear. I give the man a fake smile and pull out my phone as I walk back to the VIP area, feeling better about myself for being of help to someone for the first time. The guard lets me pass without asking my name and I sit where I was before as I call the emergency number I saw on the street the other day.

"What's your emergency?" an operator asks.

"I'm at a club called Delavy's. The bartender has been putting drops in some glasses and getting money for it," I yell into my phone so they understand over the music.

"Okay, I'll send a patrol car over to that place, thanks for your report," he says and I start to hear a keyboard being pressed loudly, "Have you seen anyone drinking anything contaminated with those drops?"

"No, but I saw the guy putting them in exactly ten glasses, he gets fifty pounds for putting two drops in those glasses and he keeps the small bottle in his left pocket. He is tall, has long black hair, blue eyes and a scar on his forehead. I heard someone call him Aaron."

"That's very helpful, miss. In a moment someone is going to see to it that nothing bad happens in that place. We're here to help you."

"Thank you very much."

{ Grayson }

Having sëx in a place this public is something I've done before on several occasions, but I've never enjoyed it. I'm too afraid that someone might see us, take pictures and then my naked äss ends up on the internet.

Call me boring and old fashioned, but I'd rather do my thing in a private place.

"Gray, fücking come already," Gemma complains, grabbing my neck tightly and moving along with me, "Aren't you liking it?"

"No," I reply, but I keep going because I've already been here for like thirty minutes, and maybe if I keep going I can finish, "But it's not because of you. I'm scared, that door doesn't have a lock on it."

"No one comes in here!" she exclaims, running a hand across her forehead to wipe her sweat and squeezes around me, leaving her neck uncovered so I can see the marks I made there.

"Ah... okay, do that again,” I groan, getting back into the game. She's right, I've hardly ever seen anyone enter this part besides the workers. As Regina's brother is the owner of this place, we could pass and we are practically safe.

I finally stop thinking about things so much and start enjoying the moment, savoring how Gemma's body feels. I can feel that I'm very, very close to.....

"Clan Security! Hands up and get away from her, Alpha!”

My heart stops at that moment and I pull away from Gemma immediately. I raise my hands and turn to the alpha female who interrupted us. She grimaces when she sees my dïck out and still hard.

"Cover yourself," she spits and walks over to Gemma, who I assume is as mortified as I am, "Was he forcing you? Did he give you something to drink?”

"What? No. Of course not!" Gemma exclaims and lowers her dress, looking more embarrassed than ever. The alpha squints her eyes at Gemma and doesn't seem to believe her. When she turns to me, I'm already decent and try to give her a smile but I'm too distressed.

"Are you sure about that? We can help you."

"Yes, I'm sure! He's my... he's my... my... Friend? Partner?"

"We are merely friends who have enjoyed each other's bodies on multiple occasions," I help her, "I don't like labels. I'm a free spirit, there are some times when people don't know..."

"Okay, be quiet," she shushes me and then presses a radio button on her shoulder, "It's all clear upstairs. Okay, pups, the party's over, go home."

"What, why?" asks Gemma, "It's my birthday, I want to dance with my friends."

"I'm sorry, it won't be possible to do that here."

Gemma deflates with disappointment, but nods and walks beside me. I put my arm around her shoulders and hug her so she doesn't look so discouraged.

When we get back to the booth we realize that the club is now almost completely empty. There are only a few drunk people left being escorted out and several security alphas at the bar, arresting someone.

I wonder who was the fücking moron who decided to ruin all the fun.

"Wanna go to my place? I'll tell everyone to hang there. You can stay over."

"Sure, whatever," I reply and we leave the club, walking straight to my car, but then I remember Mid was here with me and I gasp, "Oh, my god, Gemma. I lost Mid."

I let go of her roughly and turn every way, but Mid isn't here. And now there’s no one inside the club either.

My wolf pushes inside me to get out, he’s worried.

"She's not five, I'm sure she's fine. Calm down," Gemma tries to calm me down, but my wolf doesn't care what this beta is saying. I start walking to go find her, "Gray, it's my birthday! I don't want to spend it looking for a retarded woman."

"Midnight isn't retarded, she's actually much smarter than you. So much so that it's alarming," I growl in all sincerity and she gasps, backing away when she recognizes my wolf. God, this is not a good idea, so I take a few seconds to squeeze my eyes shut and send him away again. "Help me look for her."

Gemma reluctantly agrees and we start searching the streets around the club. Fifteen minutes later I give up and begin to accept the idea that Midnight is lost forever and Angie will kill me.

It was good to meet her, her eyes were beautiful and her t**s wonderful. So big, like her heart. I never got to see her nïpples and I'm going to go to my grave with that regret, I'm sure they were pink and pale and delicious. And the girl was sweet, very funny too. That's too bad.

I'm walking back to the car, beside Gemma, thinking about the endless amount of shït I'm going to get, and then I see her.

She's sitting on the hood of my car next to a blonde girl.

"Mid!" I yell, relieved as I've never been before, and run over to her. I don't even wait for her to get up, I just throw myself to her body and hug her, resting my head on those gorgeous t**s, "I thought you were lost."

"Of course not," she giggles and hugs me too, "Hi, Gemma, happy birthday."

"Thanks," Gemma replies behind me, her voice muffled, "I was having a good time, until this happened and ruined my whole night. I had it all planned, it was going to be my best birthday ever... now I'm bitter and drunk."

"I'm sorry," Mid mumbles and stops hugging me, so I lift my head to see his face, "I had to call security."

"What?" I ask, sitting up, "It was you?"

"Don't blame her," the blonde omega next to her scolds me, speaking for the first time and putting a protective hand on Mid's arm, "She did a good thing. She helped me and probably other people."

"It's my fücking birthday!" Gemma exclaims and I look at her, incredulous. I think she's really drunk because Gemma never shows this much emotion towards anything, "Damn it! Couldn't you wa..."

"Hey, take it easy. If it wasn't for Midnight, I would have been raped by a fifty year old guy who wasn't as good looking as I thought he was," the blonde defends Mid, "And maybe more omegas would have been raped. Maybe even you, beta and all."

Gemma falls silent as she understands the seriousness of the situation, but the beta comment annoyed her.

"Will you come back with me?" she asks me a few seconds later, biting the inside of her cheek and when I shake my head she narrows her eyes at me slightly, "Okay then."

She immediately turns away, angry at me and the fact that I have turned down her offer. I don't want Gemma to be angry with me. That usually means she's going to ignore me for days and I don't want to be alone for days.

For that reason, I walk toward her as she walks away and grab her from behind to spin her around. When I let go of her, she is complaining about me but has an amused tone in her voice.

I don't know what mental problems Gemma has but she loves it when I act like a jerk and annoy her to no end. So I turn her towards me and grab her jaw in my hands to give her one of those kisses she loves so much.

"No!" she squeals, laughing against her better judgment and tries to push me away, but I'm able to lick her lips before she pushes me completely. Luckily, when she turns to me wiping her mouth, I can see she's not so angry anymore, "See you tomorrow, ässhole. And thanks for the bracelet, it's really nice."

"You're welcome, Doll. Have a good time."

I stare at her until she gets to her car and turn back to where Mid and her new friend, who apparently likes older men, are standing.

They are both staring at me and neither of them look happy.