The Rejected Mate’s Dark Rise

9

Jane

After we got back home, we told Alpha Tommy and Luna Karen that we were planning to go to the club that night.

They gave us their permission to go, but it came with one important condition: we had to take two guards with us for safety. We quickly agreed to their terms and got ready to head to the club.

“I can’t wait to get on the dance floor and dance all night,” Ella said happily, bouncing in her seat as we drove to the club.

What was so fun about this? This was my very first time going to this kind of place, and I wasn’t excited about it at all, but I had no choice. This was supposed to be a fun girls’ night out.

“Me too. I can’t wait to dance until my feet hurt. It’s been way too long since we did this, girl,” Amira said excitedly, practically vibrating with energy. “Let’s have the best time of our lives tonight!”

“Yes, let’s party like there’s no tomorrow!” Ella joined in, throwing her hands up in the air.

Our car stopped in front of a huge, impressive building. The music was so incredibly loud that we could hear it clearly even outside with the windows closed. I felt my heart start to beat faster as the heavy bass seemed to shake my whole body.

The sheer volume of the music was completely overwhelming, making me wonder if I could even handle being inside that place.

I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm my nerves as we got out of the car and walked toward the entrance.

‘Welcome to the Exclusive Club,’ I read on a giant, flashing billboard at the front of the building.

The big, muscular bouncer at the door let us walk right in, even though there was a very long line of people waiting and hoping for approval to enter. “These are the perks that come with being VIP,” Amira said with a little giggle. “And with being the Alpha’s daughter.”

“Inside the club, everyone is equal. So relax and have some fun, baby girl,” Amira added, giving me a gentle shake to loosen me up.

Inside, the club was completely packed with people. Some boys and girls were on the dance floor, moving their bodies to the loud, pounding music.

Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. We made our way to the bar, which was busy with lots of activity. Skilled bartenders were expertly mixing colorful cocktails while customers chatted and laughed loudly.

The bright neon lights lit up the rows and rows of bottles behind the bar, casting a vibrant, rainbow glow over the entire area.

The air was thick with the smell of different alcoholic drinks and the constant hum of conversation, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that seemed to pulse and throb with the beat of the music.

Amira ordered some strong wine for all of us, and after taking shots together and feeling the alcohol burn our throats, Amira and Ella decided they were ready to hit the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, Jane,” they both said, grabbing my hands.

“Count me out,” I said quietly, feeling incredibly shy because I had never done anything like this before in my entire life.

“No way, come with us,” Amira insisted, her eyes pleading with me. “Please, Jane.”

“Okay, I’ll join you in a few minutes,” I promised, needing a little more time to build up my courage.

“Don’t take too long,” she replied, pulling Ella along with her as they made their way to the crowded dance floor.

I watched from my seat as many different guys immediately surrounded them, drawn to their confidence and beauty like moths to a flame.

“Hey,” I called to the bartender, raising my hand to get his attention, “can I get another shot of tequila, please?”

“Sure thing,” he smiled warmly, carefully pouring the clear liquid into a small glass and handing me the drink.

“Thank you,” I said, and without thinking twice, I threw my head back and downed it all in one quick gulp.

This was the very first time I had ever tasted alcohol in my life.

The tequila burned going down my throat, but then I started feeling light and dizzy and free. I needed to dance. I needed to completely forget about my so-called mate and all the pain he caused me. This was my chance to be someone new.

After tonight, I promised myself I would never let that terrible mate bond get inside my head ever again.

I stood up on shaky legs and walked toward the dance floor, feeling brave for the first time in months. I started moving my body to the music’s beat, letting my hips sway naturally.

I smiled when a handsome guy started dancing with me, making me feel attractive and wanted for the first time in my life.

I smiled even wider when he put his hands on my waist, and together, we moved our bodies to the rhythm, lost in the music and the moment.

For the first time since my rejection, I felt beautiful. I felt alive. I felt like maybe, just maybe, I could be happy again.