His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 13

Wyatts POV

After seeing that dress on our mate, I had to get the hell out of there. The dress was so tight, her breasts looked like they were ready to pop out. And the length of it had barely covered her ass. My d**k was so hard right now, I felt an immense pain in my balls that needed release. I already know she is beautiful without wearing the makeup and outfit, but damnit. I could read Benson's thoughts as he was ready to rip our collar off right there and wanting to claim her. I rushed back out the front doggy door and off towards my apartment office. As soon as we make it through the doggy door, Benson begins tearing me a new one. “Must have her,” Benson's voice is becoming haggard, and his breath becomes shallow, “can’t let her go out like that, she is ours! We must go get her and mark her as our own now!” Benson rips the collar off and let me shift back to our human form. Benson roars in my head, “Stop standing around and go get our mate before someone else tries to touch her”. I raise my head high knowing he is right, no way will I be able to sleep tonight knowing are Molly is going out to party like that. I rushed to my closet and grabbed a pair of black slacks and a white collared shirt. I throw on my Navy Blue blazer and some nice, tailored shoes. I looked in the mirror. I haven’t had a decent hair cut in a while, so I comb my hair back for now. Fortunately, I shaved yesterday while Molly had class and had a little stubble on my face. Finding my appearance acceptable for clubbing, I rush out the door as quickly as possible so I can track Molly’s scent before it starts to disappear. I follow it for about 4 blocks and find myself now on San Pablo Avenue near the University. That’s when I see her and her party of friends who all disappear inside a large bar called the Acme. “Let’s go get our mate, shall we?” I growl possessively and Benson immediately agrees with me as I make my way to the bar entrance.

Molly’s POV

We make it to our first bar and find a large table to station ourselves at while Jill goes and orders drinks for everyone. The bar was packed, I could see a lot of familiar faces from school as well. Jill rushes back and I notice many guys begin to turn their heads as she carries a huge tray full of shots of tequila for us. Some of the men here were beginning to watch our group and didn’t even seem to try and hide their stares. I started to get uncomfortable because I wasn’t used to this type of attention, while all my friends paid no mind to the people around us. “Alright birthday girl, let's shoot these back so we can get you on the dance floor.” Jill cheers and all my other friends raise their glasses as we take a couple double shots of the tequila. We move as a group to the dance floor and begin dancing to some music I don’t even recognize because I’m all about the oldies. Although the music that’s playing isn’t my preference, I get into the rhythm and start dancing and grinding with my friends. I laugh and can feel the alcohol is kicking in and having an influence on what way my hips are moving. I begin dropping lower and lower as the night continues on. Before I know it, a couple guys have approached our group and begin dancing with my friends. As I turn around, Allie pulls me aside and smiles at me excitedly. “So, no pressure or anything, but my brother Tim is visiting and I would like to introduce you to him” I begin to interrupt her that I didn’t want to have that kind of night tonight but it was too late. A tall guy turns around from beside her and smiles at me. He is smoking hot. His hair is dark brown like Allies and he has a short beard that frames his cute smile. I begin to smile back as well. “Hi, I’m Tim, I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.” He reaches his hand out towards mine, I assume he just wants to shake my hand so I reach out and end up being pulled in closer to him as he whispers loud enough in my ear so I could hear him over the music, but quiet enough that Allie can’t hear “But my sister didn’t tell me how beautiful you would be”. I blush and I’m not sure how to respond. I try to hide my embarrassment and look in another direction, and that’s when I notice him. A man at the bar was watching me. The lights in the bar were very dim, but I swear his eyes looked like they had been completely black. Even though he is sitting down, I can easily see that he towers over most of the other men sitting at the bar. And he looks so familiar for some reason. As he stood up, I immediately looked down, hoping I hadn’t been staring back too long. Tim continues to talk to Allie and I, something about him going to school to be a lawyer. But I’m way too distracted knowing this gorgeous man at the bar is still watching me. I don’t even have to look over at him to know he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. I feel like his stare is causing my body to overheat and a moisture begins to pool between my legs. I straighten my posture so I can clamp my legs together and try to cleanse my mind of my dirty thoughts and not imagine this man naked. After taking a deep breath, I took one more glance at Mr. Gorgeous who is now smiling seductively at me. Hoping he hasn’t figured out how my body is responding to him, I interrupt whatever Tim is talking about and excuse myself and head to the bathroom.