THE BITE

CHAPTERTTHREE

Jaylen pov

Ezra scoffed, walking into the office in my wolf form. "Clearly, you misunderstood me. When I say let's get our hands dirty, I don't mean literally. I hate clay mud, especially fighting a mythical creature that's made of one."

"Quit whining, Ezra." I sighed, I had to change back into my human form before someone walks into my office and sees me naked.

The noise bones cracking for a few seconds, before getting up from the floor. My palms and feet were covered in mud and I had some on my body.

"Look who's talking, you weren't the one who had to run with both your hands and legs just for what? To catch one ugly ass-looking clay monster." Ezra said.

I was tired of listening to him whine about the fight we had with a cyclops. This kind of cyclops was made of clay, having an enchanted word written on its forehead.

For two months now, we have been trying to chase down the cyclops after finding out that it had attacked some pack members. It had all the traces, but we had no idea a cyclops was responsible for the attacks. He had also killed some humans who had seen him in the woods. Those poor things couldn't protect themselves from getting buried alive.

"Just go shower, we stink." Ezra said.

My office had a bathroom and a closet. It was obviously needed for situations like this and the closet was filled with clothes I could change into whenever I shifted into my wolf form. I opened the door of the bathroom, and walked in.

As I stepped toward the shower, the tiles felt cool under my feet. I reach out to adjust the water temperature, feeling the stream with my hand until it’s just right. Satisfied with the temperature, I stepped in, the hot water cascading over his head and shoulders. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth soothe my muscles and wash away the stress of the day, including the mud on my body.

After taking a shower, I went to the closet to dress up. While doing that, I heard someone stepping into my office.

"Hey, you, where the hell are you?"

His footsteps approached the door to the closet. I opened the door before he could.

"There you are, already clean," he said. He turned around and approached the bar at the corner. "Need a drink."

I stepped out, closing the door behind me. I walked to my desk to get my seat.

Reggie hummed, nodding his head. "This is good stuff, man." He walked to my desk, holding a bottle of scotch in his left hand and a tumbler in his right hand. "Want some?"

"No, I'm good." I refused.

"Alright, I get you." He sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk. "You want to hit the club later? I heard thoes f*****g drug-dealing jerkass would be there. I want to get my hands on them, not that they are going to end up as my food, their blood tastes horrible."

Reggie is a hybrid, the only hybrid in the pack and the first Beta to be a hybrid. He is from a new family of pure werewolves, but has chosen to be a hybrid. I don't think he cares about being a chosen hybrid.

"Leave those humans alone, Reggie. They are doing their business to make money, stay out of it."

"I'm still gonna feed on them anyway." He announced freely. I passed him a warning look, knowing what I hated was going against my words. "I didn't say I was going to kill them."

"If you want to feed, I'm sure you know where to find blood. Your fridge is one of those places," I pointed out sternly.

He rolled his eyes, picking up the tumbler, then gulping down the last scotch in it.

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I was beginning to regret going to the club with Reggie. He had insisted I come along to get a drink and celebrate our victory, but I knew it was a bad idea. Sitting alone at the bar for an hour, I nursed my drink, feeling increasingly out of place. Reggie had left me minutes after we walked in, his eyes lighting up when he spotted some women sitting alone.

I watched as he approached them, his charm in full swing. Within minutes, he was laughing and chatting with them like they were old friends. Before long, he led the two women towards the hallway, clearly intending to have a good time.

Left alone in the noisy, crowded club, I sighed and took another sip of my drink, wondering why I had agreed to come in the first place.

Without waiting for the first gulp to do the job, I filled my cup again, tipped it to my lips, and then poured all the alcohol down my throat in another straight gulp.

Like the first time, the taste zinged my buds, and the liquid burned my stomach, causing sparks down my spine.

As I sat at the bar, nursing my drink with the feeling of regret, my attention shifted to a stunning lady at the end of the bar. At first I wasn't meant to stare for that long until I saw her smile while staring at the glass she was holding.

Her smile was so cute that I couldn't look away. There she was in a short, red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The dress shimmered under the dim club lights, accentuating her every move.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, she had tucked some locks behind her ear, showing off her profile to thoes sitting beside her.

Thank goodness, I was the only one sitting at the bar with her.

She was sipping a cocktail, her lips painted a deep red that matched her dress. Every gesture she made, from the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear to the way she crossed her legs, was captivating. She was sexy as hell, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way she carried herself suggested she knew the effect she had on those around her, yet she seemed utterly at ease.

"You know damn right that I'm not the one oppressing, over a human, but damn, that is a perfect sight, you know," Ezra said.

He had nothing to do with the way I was checking out the lady, and I had no idea why I was interested in her. Something about her seems different, even though it's the first time I've seen her, she's gorgeous.

It's literally the first time I checked out a human lady, I wasn't the type that got interested in them.

I don't have a mate and I have never been mated to one. I don't believe I will ever be.

I finally looked away from the lady to continue my drink. I suddenly sensed a presence beside me. Turning my head, I was taken aback to see the beautiful lady in the red dress standing right next to me.

Before I could say anything, her scent enveloped me. It was an intoxicating blend of flowers and musk, like a field of jasmine and roses at dusk, mixed with a hint of vanilla and sandalwood. The fragrance was both sweet and seductive, making my heart race just a little faster and my wolf go crazy. I had to control myself before he took control over my body and did the unimaginable. From the proximity of where she stood, I could see her really good-looking cleavages. I tried my best not to look at them for too long. I faced in front, pretending not to give a f**k.

She smiled while taking a seat on the empty chair beside me. She looked at me and said "Hi, I'm Sophie. You don't have to pretend you weren't checking me out minutes ago."

I was surprised at how she knew that.

She giggled. "Honestly, I had also checked you out earlier before you noticed me. I find you really handsome. Do you stay around? I have seen you here before. Do you come here often? What am I even saying? I don't come here either. You know I just got fired from my job today, yeah I know what you're going to say, "She sighed, shaking her head slowly. She looked away.'' You don't have to say it, I'm trying to move on here. This clearly hurt more than a break-up, you know? I haven't been in a serious relationship to confirm that, I don't know when I was last in a relationship." She chuckled softly. "I'm getting to see how messed up I'm now, and understand why my friends want me to come out for a drink. Clearly, I don't know how to have fun like them." She had a glance at some ladies on the dance floor. She smiled and averted her gaze at me, who was paying attention to every detail of what she was saying.

That is unusual for me, but it doesn't seem that way to me now. I wanted to keep on hearing her voice, listening to whatever she was going to say.

Suddenly, she touched my ear, giggling softly. "Nice ear," she said with a playful smile. "They're cute." Her fingers then slowly moved to my hair, gently rubbing it. The sensation was electrifying, and I felt a surge of excitement at her touch. It was becoming overwhelming, and without thinking, I caught her hand in mine. "Don't touch me," I said, the words coming out cold and sharp, much to my own surprise.

Her face fell, and a sad look replaced her smile. I quickly realized my mistake.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she stammered. I wanted to explain myself, but it was too late.

She withdrew her hand, her expression hurt and confused.

Without another word, she got up from the chair and walked away, heading toward the entrance of the hallway. I watched her go, feeling a mix of regret and frustration.

"I see you have handled that better than I could, idiot." Ezra said. I could feel his disappointment and anger.

"Hey, handsome." A familiar, annoying voice came from behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. I stood still, pretending not to hear her.

She stepped closer, standing beside me. "I have missed you, Jay," she said, wrapping her hand around my shoulder.

"Get your hand off me," I snapped, my voice harsh and uninviting. She pulled back her hand, startled. Her expression shifted to one of surprise and worry.

Her presence irritated me, and I couldn't figure out why. The frustration was building up inside me, and I needed to get out of there. Without another word, I stood up from the chair, deciding I was done with this place. I walked away, leaving the confusion and annoyance behind.

"Not so fast, dummy."