Part three: Rose and Vanilla
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The atmosphere in the room was one of festivity and high spirit. Sweet classic music was playing in the background keeping everyone's spirits high.
Some mated pairs took advantage of the music to take a twirl around the dance floors while others continued to chat among themselves.
Some used the opportunity to network among the big people in the different packs.
Waiters and waitresses dressed immaculately in white and black uniforms were parading between the guest serving drinks and other forms of refreshments.
They were mostly humans employed for the occasion.
As the evening progressed the party spirit rose.
Everyone was filled with joy and expectations, especially the young wolves who were looking to find their mates.
They were all wide-eyed with nervous excitement written in bold letters across their faces. Their eyes were darting around the place looking for that one person that the moon goddess have chosen to be their mates.
Trace and his friends weren't an exception to this. They were all looking around seeking the one-time momentous connection that will reveal their mate.
Though Trace might seem to be searching for his mate just like his friends. A mate was the furthest thing in his mind. He never wants to be shackled down by the commitment that comes along with being mated.
He is a free bird and it boggles his mind how one could be expected to be with one lover for all eternity.
" Boring, " he scoffed in his mind taking a sip from the champagne flute held delicately in his hand.
Monogamy is an old-school practice one he never intends to follow.
Why eat one dish when there are so many dishes out there or catch only one fish when you have plenty to choose from in the sea.
Nah, Monogamy is a word that can never be found in his dictionary.
Coming here unlike most of his friends was not to find his mate but rather to have some fun.
The pack will be teeming with beautiful females from all over the pack and he has plenty to choose from and he doesn't care if they are mated or not.
Mated the better.
A sick smirk curved his lips which he covered with his drink.
He loves f*****g mated females just to make a mockery of the mating bond.
An amused grin colored his lips as he thought down on people who treat mate bond as if it is sacred.
Fools.
He has never believed in love and he was not going to let some bullshit bond tell him who to be with.
He was going to choose who he f***s and who he doesn't, consequences are damned.
His trailing eyes fell on a beautiful brunette in a sexy red dress at the other corner of the room he stared, checking her out and not trying to hide it, with no care about the feelings of the blonde beside him.
The brunette was f*****g hot and he wouldn't mind taking her to one of the empty rooms in this place and f*****g her.
He licked his lips as he continued to run his gaze over her slender form.
The brunette felt his eyes and turned in his direction.
He smirked smugly and raised his glass to her.
The brunette responded with a heated look before looking away and acting as if nothing transpired between them.
Trace smiled secretly to himself. So the brunette was playing coy. Before the night is over he promises himself he will have her.
Standing beside him Aria picked up on his flirting and grew furious.
It pains and hurt so badly to see Trace flirting so openly with other females in her presence. The boy has no regard for her feelings and it breaks her heart.
She was aware of his infidelities but chose to stay with him because she loves him and he was the son of the King's right-hand man. The highest position in the pack after the King and if anything should ever happen to the King, and with the King having no heir, Trace's father becomes the King which will make Trace a prince.
Being girlfriend, better still mate to the future King of the pack has a nice ring to it.
Her heart leaped in her chest in a giddy excitement should her wish ever come through.
Tonight she was hoping that she will get to be his mate, maybe when they are mated his wandering eyes will be curtailed.
Was she having high hopes?
She hopes not.
She looked towards the woman that Trace was checking out.
She was stunning filling her with jealousy and insecurities.
She glared at the woman.
Brooklyn looked towards her friends to see an angry look on her face and followed her eyesight and it fell on some hot brunette.
Confused as to why Aria was glaring at a total stranger she decided to find out.
" Are you alright? " she asked curiously.
" I am fine, " Aria snapped. She was too proud to admit that Trace's actions were hurting her.
She will just keep enduring till she becomes his mate.
Brooklyn didn't persist with her questioning. She wasn't a fool. She was aware of her friend's source of unhappiness and she will have to say she deserves better.
Trace was an asshole, though a hot one.
Falling in love with Trace is a hopeless endeavor. The guy doesn't have a faithful bone in his body. And the only good thing about him is his looks and prowess in bed and she must attest to him being a good f**k.
She licked her lips while her eyes ran over Trace.
She too is attracted to him.
Who wouldn't?
The guy is s*x on two legs.
He was tall, almost striking a magnificent height of 6ft 2, with a well muscled frame that he built up training as a warrior in the pack. Trace was hoping to take after his father.
His looks were perfect, well sculpted features with smoldering eyes that make you think naughty thoughts when he fixes those eyes on you.
Brooklyn fanned herself as she grew hot admiring Trace. She must confess to having slept with him even though he is dating her best friend.
He didn't seem to mind and what Aria doesn't know wouldn't hurt her.
It was a one time thing that happened when they had gone out one night to one of the humans club. She has been too drunk and Trace was looking abnormally sinful. One thing lead to another and before she could blink she found herself in one of the bathroom stalls with her pants down around her legs and Trace drilling into her while her best friend, his girlfriend was just few feet away.
The sacrilege of what they were doing and the fear of getting caught had added to the euphoria and she can say she has never come harder than she did that night.
She can f**k Trace but date him! Nah that is just asking for heartache.
She blushed heavily and looked away when Trace looked at her and winked at her.
Trace smirked to himself when he saw the hunger in Brooklyn's face as she stared at him.
She had been good fun and if he doesn't find someone tonight, he might think about hitting that again.
While his thoughts were running amok filling him with images of f*****g Brooklyn in the bathroom of one of the clubs they frequent, he felt a change come over him and the most wonderful smell he has ever smelled filled his nose.
It can't be.
The moon goddess wouldn't be that stupid to grant him a mate.
He wanted to laugh out in hysterics but he was too shocked to react.
His friends quickly picked up on the change that came over him.
" Are you okay man? " Xander asked looking at Trace with a curious frown.
His best friend was sporting a bewildered shocked look on his face. Something you never see on Trace Whitlock's face.
" My mate just walked in, " Trace muttered as if in a daze.
Xander must have heard wrong.
Did he just say, Mate?
Being Trace's best friend he was aware of his stand on mates and knew he never wanted a mate, that is why it pains him when he sees Aria pinning away for him.
The girl was gorgeous and Trace doesn't deserve her. If only she could look to her left.
Xander sighed sadly in his mind.
He has liked Aria ever since he could remember.
" Say what! " Brooklyn gasped wondering who the unfortunate soul is.
Being mated to Trace is asking for heartbreak and she wouldn't wish that on anybody.
Aria froze.
A mate!
She could feel her heart crushing into pieces. A feeling of hopelessness filled her. She can't believe he was slipping through her fingers.
" So who is this lucky woman? " she asked with a fake cheerfulness even though inside she was dying.
Trace pulled himself together and wore back his arrogant cocky persona.
" Why don't we find out, " he muttered in an amused tone and started after the scent he picked up.
Roses and Vanilla.
- Writer
