Mommas night out

Ch. 2

Charlie.

After 8 years, you would think someone would be over their ex, and most of the time i feel like i am. There are certain days, that are a reminder of everything that happened and it still hits pretty hard. Today is one of those days. the anniversary of when my ex left me for another man. We had been together for 12 years, i had planned on proposing, even had the ring for it, and she got pregnant by another man and tried to trap me. The good thing about being a shifter is that you arent fertile with anyone but your mate. The gods way of keeping us from over populating, i would assume. Two days after she told me she was pregnant, a random man showed up at our house, and she confessed she had found her mate and had been cheating, and left with him then and there.

I haven’t dated since, and my mom likes to pity me and suggest i stay the night and watch movies and eat icecream with her. I love her but hell with freeze over before i start pining over my ex over a pint with my own mom.

“I really wish you would come over more! It’s not healthy for you to always be alone in your house.” My mom pins me with her brown concerned eyes. She was the warmest, most caring person I’ve ever known, but anyone who saw her usually assumed the opposite. My mom was a tall women, lean and thanks to her shifter genes, didnt look a day over 40 even if she was in her 70s. Her dark brown straight hair cut off at her shoulders, and she had a RBF that could kill. I hadnt ever heard her say a mean word before though.

“Leave the poor boy alone already Susan, no man wants to be babied by his mom at his age” He rolled his eyes, a match for my moms.

Since i needed to get out of the house anyways… I drove my beat up blue Cherokee to a random bar. My family all live about 10 minutes outside of town so it doesnt take long to see the charming coast town pop up. We have lived here for generations, taking up the mountain land around the town, even owning some of the businesses here, though we didnt come into town very often. Prefering the peacefulness of nature to the stink of the city.

As cougars, we were independant, usually roaming far and wide. My family was considered odd because we stuck around after reaching maturity.

I pull into the first bar i come across, The Big Cabin. It’s been years since ive been here but my brothers are here often, talking about the food so it cant be too bad. My jeeps rumbling cuts off as i shut off the ignition and get out. I’m still in my dirty work clothes but it doesnt seem too busy so i doubt anyone will care. I’m an independent contractor and build tiny homes for people. Its hard work but suprisingly lucrative. I shake a hand through my short dark blonde hair to make sure there’s no sawdust and head inside.

As i open the door, the little gold bell rings, announcing my entrance. There aren’t many other customers and they all turn to look at me as i walk by. Shifters are all inherently good looking so I’m used being stared at. I’m looking for a table as a i see a short woman with long aurburn brown hair wiping down a table. She’s half bent over and i have a great view of her ass in her jeans, round and perfectly grabbable. I stop myself there, I haven’t been with a woman since my ex, hadnt even thought about it.

“She’s ours!” My cougar is pouncing around in my head yowling, then i smell it, chamomile and honey, and something about it calls to us. I debate leaving right now, just running back to my car and heading home, im not ready for a mate, im not ready to give my heart away again just for it to be crushed when this woman decides to move on. I try to appear as disinterested as possible as i watch her turn around.

Fair skin, freckles, and brown and green eyes stare at us, i hear her breath hitch while her slightly rounded cheeks heat up. At 6’2 i stand a foot taller than her, and time seems to slow as i watch her freeze and look up to my face.

“Why arent you going to her? Don’t just stand here like an asshole, say something! We need to take her home, look how delicious she looks!” My cougar yells while simultaneously purring the last comment at me. The woman is beautiful and curvy, but i dont need another heartbreak.

“Stop scaring her!” He yowls at me when she seems to have gotten ahold of herself and hurries back to the bar. I roll my eyes and find the table thats the farthest so that her scent wont be as strong, I’m determined to have my dinner and leave, saying as little to her as possible.

“we dont need a mate, we have eachother. Mates only bring drama and pain.” I try to explain my reasoning to him but he isnt having it. I can feel him trying to push his way out. The other bartender comes to take our order, her plain vanilla scent making us feel sick. Im grateful it wasnt the short cute bartender, I have my arms and first clenched, probably looking like an i***t.

Do you know what you want or do you need some time, handsome? I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new?” She asks in a high pitched voice that hurts our ears, it takes everything in my to keep from growling.

“She needs to get the f**k away from us before i rip her throat out. Only our mate needs to be this close to us, this one cant have us.” My cougar is extremely pissed, and acting possessive in a way that ive never seen before.

“ 2 cheeseburgers, large order of fries to go.” I quickly rush the words, hoping to get out of here faster. She leans down to the table to write the order on her pad, her breasts all but popping all the way out.

I look away from her and scoot away in the small booth, making myself sit as close to the window as i can. I try to focus on the view outside the window, the harbor and the mountains i call home in the distance. Ill get my food and head straight home. She wont even know since shes not a shifter and cant feel the bond yet.

“Alright hon, I’ll be right back with your order!” The bartender seems to hang back, watching to see if I acknowledge her, but i just continue glaring out the window. She finally leaves and scent our mate better. My cougar calms a bit, but hes stil absolutely pissed that im not doing anything. It will be better this way.

Within ten minutes my food comes out and like a coward, I leave cash on the table for the food and leave, ignoring the pull to turn around and bring her with me.

I get to the Cherokee and immediately call my brother, John, 2 years older than me, also unmated

I ignore the cougar prowling my head, making threats to try and get back to the little human.

“What do you want?” My brothers voice a grumble but i can hear the hint of curiousity. I rarely called him.

“Got any plans tonight? I need a strong drink.” Hoping hes at home.

“Hm. Am i finally good enough for my younger brother to hang out with? Come on over, I’m just at home watching the game.” His teasing tone helping me calm down more.

“Aright, see you in a few brother.” I hang up and speed up, knowing im about to get absolutely trashed. That man can out drink a bear.