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Vivienne
‘Sup Viv’, Claire walked past me pushing a rack full of new clothes.
‘Nothing much, just bumped into the beta and had a casual chat’, I tried sounding nonchalant as if it wasn’t a big deal.
‘SHUT UP’
Claire was right next to me within seconds wanting more details. Her perfectly manicured fingers resting on my forearm.
‘Spill the beans please!’
I quickly told her what just happened outside. Moon crescents’ Alpha and beta were both crazy hot. All girls fawned over them and wished to be their fated mates. Well this pack was one of the largest with over thousands of pack members.
We were both giggling like small girls when the store owner Ben interrupted us.
‘Ahem girls. Please no personal talks when you are clocked in for work’, Ben said sternly. ‘Also Vivienne you have another delivery of flowers that rocked up at the store doors’.
I rolled my eyes. Damn Reagan.
He was a guy I dated literally two years ago. And he was still obsessed with me. I have been praying he find his mate more than me wanting to find my own. Having lived in Vivienne’s body as a werewolf for four years has gotten me curious about mate and mate bond. Especially since all of my friends circle talk about it religiously every day.
Giving Claire a wink, I walked to my station. I was at the check out today.
My phone beeped and I saw that irking message.
‘Hey babe, did you get my flowers?’.
My blood boiled. This guy just did not understand what no meant.
‘You a**hole, I have been asking you to leave me the f**k alone. You and your flowers can go to hell’, I quickly texted back. I felt like fumes were coming out of my ears.
‘Vivi don’t do this to me. I love you and want to mark you as mine. Why are you playing hard to get ?’.
FUCK!
I am not going to reply. The nerve of him. Hard to get? Seriously? Why were some men like this?
Trying to pay no more heed, I tried my best to focus on checking customers out and doing my work.
‘Viv, don’t forget. We going out tonight’, Claire smacked my bum before she left.
She’s been a real bestie for me. I have known Claire pretty much since I woke up in this body. Vivienne had a group of friends already who were very patient with me as they reintroduced themselves and shared past memories. Obviously only doing it since they thought the accident caused a traumatic memory loss which wasn’t the case....
I closed the store and balanced the cash register. My dad was already parked outside ready to pick me up.
The ride back home was a quick one. Wasting no time, I showered and got ready. I went for a knee length black dress with spaghetti straps.
Claire was always on time and rocked up at my house with booze hidden in her purse.
‘Hi Mr Franklin’, she greeted my dad acting all so innocent. Well she definitely looked the part with big brown eyes and brunette hair. She was wearing a oversized jacked obviously hiding the not so modest dress from my dad.
‘Girls you know my rules’, my dad said from the living area, his eyes still fixated on the TV.
‘Back before 12 and no driving while drunk’, we both repeated in unison.
When I stepped outside, I met the fam! All of my girl friends were present tonight.
‘OMG, what a pleasant surprise’, i quickly hugged each and every one of them.
Tash, Aubrey, Lana and Janice. All looking hot and spicy for the night We weren’t necessarily the most liked group in the pack since we liked enjoying ourselves. The pack was filled with girls saving themselves for their mate which isn’t so bad but they were so judgemental towards us who wanted to enjoy.
I knew no one in my group were virgin. Certainly not me...
Not that we slept around or anything. We just weren’t shy to date around and go out every now and then.
We had few drinks and snacks at a bar before we decided to hit the club.
The club was jam packed as expected. The music was loud and groovy. All the girls were dancing around, drinks in one hand when we heard the loudest growl.
The music stopped and there was a pitch silent.
A crowd was gathering around a particular area and I shoved some people around to get to the front.
It was the pack’s Alpha Jayden holding a tiny petite girl’s hand.
‘Let me go’, the girl struggled against the Alpha but it was of no use. I mean what do you expect?
Everyone watched the scene unfold and knew what was happening.
That girl’s probably his mate. I tried to recognise the girl. Was it Sierra, Sienna? The pack omega.
Jeez.
Typical Alpha and omega mate. I mean I wasn’t the most avid read of werewolf stories but I knew this was way too common in human fantasy books about werewolves.
‘MATE’, the alpha growled again and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.
Why do these men need to growl every damn time?
As I became too engrossed in the drama before me, I hadn’t even realised that someone was holding my right hand and tugging on it.
I looked to my right and found the beta again smiling at me.
‘Hi there, mate’, he mouthed.
What in the actual world?
And then it hit me. The smell of fresh ocean and pine wood. It was so surreal, almost felt like I was dreaming...
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