Going Against the Alpha

Chapter 16 -Drinks Anyone

Claudette's POV

When I get there, I see they have a sample tray sitting on the side close to the bar's backside. I think it is for one of the waitresses to pass around to help people decide which drink they would like. However, I do not want to wait for someone to ask me what I want or if I want to try something. I walk right up to the tray and start downing different color drinks.

 I can figure it out faster this way. I know I shouldn’t be back here, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Eww. That one is gross. I can’t even swallow it. I spit it back into the glass and shake my head in disgust, which causes the man who saved me from the awkwardness early to laugh loudly, causing people to look our way. I scrunch up my nose at him and furrow my brows at him. Trying to tell him to keep it down without speaking, but it doesn’t work. This causes him to laugh louder. “Excuse me! What do you think you are doing back here?”

I roll my eyes before slowly turning around. “Oh, I’m sorry, Claudette, I did not realize it was you.” It was Brittany. She is one of the she-wolves here in the pack that still has not found a mate. She always volunteers for these types of events on the chance that she may meet her mate. “Claudette, you better get out from behind here before your father sees you.” She says. Okay, Brittany, but can you make me whatever this drink is?

 It was my favorite as I point to the last pink-reddish drink with blackberries in it. Her jaw drops at the tray, and her eyes get wide. “Did you drink all these?” I just laugh, throw away the glass I spite in and walk back to the man who was watching this whole thing. Thankfully she doesn’t try to lecture me and makes my drink instead.

Oh, the alcohol might not have been the best idea, but at least I’m feeling better. I feel like I could talk to anyone now. Alright, big boy, who are you? I slur at him. He smiles the biggest brightest smile I have ever seen. He even has dimples. 

He is short. I'm almost as tall as him in my heels and I'm not tall at all. He has red short spiky hair and brown eyes. I’m beta Kenny of the black water pack. HUH is all I say back. He chuckles, so I’m guessing you are feeling the effects of all samples. I lean forward closer to his face and shake my head a little. Yeah soooo.

He doesn’t seem phased by my sudden change in mood. Hmm, maybe this is my mate. This isn’t what I picture my mate to look like, but I still do not feel the mate bond yet. Perhaps that is why I’m not attracted to him. “So, are you going to tell me why you ran from the group you were with earlier?” he says. 

Oh, that. I take a very large drink of my drink and look back at him with more attitude than before. My mother was embarrassing me because I haven’t found my mate yet, but my twin sister has because her mate felt the mating bond. He leans in closer to my face. Oh, this is it. He’s going to be my mate, and I’m starting to be a slushy messy in the first 20 minutes of meeting him.

 We are now really close to each other's faces. It seems my body is losing its strength as I’m resting my forehead on top of his. “Since you don’t have your wolf yet, you shouldn’t beat yourself up. Also, you should maybe slow down on the drinking because you can’t drink as much as you can as a wolf.” He says. I raise one of my eyebrows, put one hand on the bar to host myself into an upright position and away from his face. Seriously are you not going to tell me we are mates? He gives a little chuckle and says, no, I wish we were, though, because you are gorgeous.  

I let out a breath I did not realize that I was holding. But at this point, I don’t think I will recognize much. He wraps his arm around, giving me a tight squeeze, don’t be upset. It will be okay, you will find him. I shake my head giggling. I’m glad he is taking that in the right way, and not as me being rude. 

Well, since you are not my mate, Kenny would like to be my friend. I need someone to help me get through this as I think I drank a little bit much, which doesn’t seem to phase you in the least bit. “I would be honored to be your sober companion,” he says as he bows his head.

Ahem. We both look in the direction of the person who just cleared their throat. It is an older man who had to be in his mid to late 30s or early 40s. He had short black hair with gray coming in on the sides and a short beard. To be an older Alpha, he still looked good. How is he still looking for a mate?

“Alpha Roman, this is Alpha John’s daughter Claudette,” says my new friend that I can’t remember his name right now. “Beta Kenny, I thought you were getting us drinks and coming back.” Oh, that’s it! I say out loud and a lot louder than I thought it would come out. They both look at me, surprised. What?  

“Claudette, it is not that big of a deal. I did tell my alpha that I was going to get drinks and come back.” Kenny says in a nice concerning tone. I can’t help but laugh and laugh hard. They are still staring at me, confused. You two thought I was mad. No, I couldn’t remember Kenny’s name, and when your alpha said it, that caused a light bulb to go off in my head. Oh, that’s it! Now we are laughing together.

All of a sudden, an enormous powerful possessive growl is heard throughout the room. Hell, probably the entire pack lands. It causes some of the glasses to shake. Everyone stops what they are doing to see who is pissed off. It was that guy I ran into on the first day the alphas arrived here. 

Oh, I think that is Alpha Blake, I whisper to my new friends and turn back to grab my drink for the show. He is walking this way. I look around, looking to see who it could be that he is coming towards. Why does it feel like he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he started walking this way?