His Fateful Choice

New city, new life

 Four months later

Today is the day. I am officially accepted into the police force and included in the non-violent crime team. I won't lie, the previous few months have been pretty challenging. 

Right after I arrived in town four months ago, I ran to Bill’s apartment. It took me a while to ring him, which I attribute to one of Bill's many famous hangovers. But when he opened it for me, all he needed to understand what had happened was one look at me and about three seconds. 

He immediately pulled me inside and started making lemon balm tea, patiently waiting for my explanation. I tried to give him the most complete picture possible. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me, but I also couldn't afford for him to pack my bag and send me back by express, because I overreacted. 

He was extremely understanding and immediately told me that I could stay with him as long as I needed. With one breath he also said that it was high time to use my ass for something useful. Before I could get upset and resolutely refuse to employ my ass in escort services, he laughed and told me, that the applications for a police cadet course were being closed the next day and that I should apply. 

I didn't need much time to think about it. I’ve always wanted to join the force, but my commitments always drew me back to the pack. Well, to my probably already former pack. 

The course was not easy, but since I was included in the class of humans,  I excelled. Especially in the physical disciplines,. Probably the most difficult part was my trial assignment to a real police team and, unfortunately, under Bill's leadership. 

Don't get me wrong, I love that guy wholeheartedly, but there wasn't a day when at least a small part of me didn't want to take Bill to some place in the desert and leave him there. In my expert judgment, there is nothing he loves more than the rules, at least at work. I, on the other hand, consider myself an action enthusiast going headlong into every problem. 

At the end of his mentorship, which I privately named tormentship, we came to the conclusion that if our friendship (and Bill) was to survive, we must not work together. Ever again.

In the end, everything turned out as it should, and I was assigned to a team that even resides in a different building. As for my first day as a full-fledged policewoman, I can't complain. I was given a case of failed theft in a jewellery store, which doesn't seem too challenging for a beginner. 

After work, I quickly ran to the store for a few necessities for my new, miniature apartment, because I had to get ready for the evening. Bill and some of my new colleagues invited me to the new hot club in town to celebrate my success. And a success it was. 

The previous months have been challenging for me. I studied during the day and trained at night. I hardly slept, which was mostly thanks to my nightmares, whose central actors were my future alpha and his sweet luna and my loving family. A loving family that has not contacted me to this day, even though they must have known I was with Bill. 

But there is no room for that today. I plan to enjoy tonight. And I'll need my gear for that. I'm not talking about my tactical vest and bulletproof helmet. I'm talking about a black halter neck cocktail dress, translucent stockings with tiny bows on the back of the thighs and pumps with a cute ankle strap. I'm talking about a high ponytail, a black choker around my neck, and a translucent lip gloss that deliberately underscores my innocent look. And yeah, a black mask. It was the club's only dress code requirement.

Because today I want to feel good. I want to turn heads and have men unable to take their eyes off me. It was as if something strange, something magical, was hanging in the air today. When I got dressed and put on light make-up, I quickly managed to check my work in the mirror. I was impressed. I looked like a doll ready to enter some sort of very high-class s*x dungeon. It wasn't my usual look, but today it felt like my second skin.

I checked the time just to see that I was already late. 

“s**t!” I cursed to myself, quickly grabbed my clutch and ran out of my apartment. I called the first taxi and gave the driver the address of the club. When we arrived, the party was already in full swing. I had to push through the queue of people waiting at the entrance. With a few outraged voices I heard behind me, I really hoped my name would be on the VIP list, as Bill had promised.

“Name?” said the bouncer while glancing at me. “Emma Hansen” I said trying to sound confident enough. It took less than two seconds for the bouncer to find my name and check my ID. After I was let in through a black milk glass door and a dark curtain, I was greeted by a scene like from another century. I just wasn't sure if it was the past or the future one. 

The club was very dark, toned in black with gold details. A large bar full of mirrors and elegant bottles stretched along the entire length of the longest wall. The sitting was almost like in a theatre, giving the club goers the opportunity to observe the spectacular work of experienced bartenders. On the other side of the first floor was a large glittering dance floor full of dancing people writhing to the rhythm of electro swing. It was overwhelming and I almost missed, that there were another three floors above.

The problem with coming late is that you then don't know where to go. Such as me right now. Since the others planned to first eat a little, my freshly detective brain advised me to look for something resembling tables and chairs in a restaurant. After finding none, I decided to engage my senses and search for the smell of something good. The smell of tapas came to me almost immediately from the second floor. With a new goal, I set out for the massive spiral staircase leading to the second floor, which was across the hall.

New, slower song started playing, the rhythm of which etched into my hips. As I swayed sensually on my way, a cold shiver passed over me. Without stopping, I looked into the corner of the darkened room, where three male figures stood. Two of them were apparently engaged in a lively discussion, but it was the third man who caught my attention. 

He was tall and very well built. His black hair was styled into a casual mess. His suit was simple but perfectly fitting, marking someone who could afford a tailor but had no need to brag about his wealth. But none of this fascinated me as much as his eyes. Dark brown to almost black. Even without seeing his face hidden behind a dark mask I could tell he was gorgeous, almost magnetically attractive. 

Suddenly he gestured something to one of his companions, which caught my attention. His hands looked so strong and I couldn't help but imagine those hands holding me tightly around my waist, stroking my hair, holding gently my neck…What the hell? I should really stop this weird drooling for a stranger whom I hadn't really even seen!

Well, it's easier said than done, because as soon as I finished this honourable thought, my mysterious stranger tilted his head and seemed to lick his lower lip. All my efforts turned to dust as soon as my gaze fell on his lips. I couldn't help but wonder if they tasted as wonderful as they looked. A set of pictures flashed through my head. His lips on my lips, his lips on my n****e, his lips between my thighs… Just when my brain was probably about to give it up, his eyes shot up to me.