“Thank you.” I gritted. “Not used to help, not since my parents died.” I darted my gaze out the window. How would they think of me now? They had been my rock when I was a child and into my early thirties until my father was brutally murdered by former King Darius’s army. My mother was washing dishes when her heart stopped, and she collapsed to the floor. I hadn’t spent much time at home once I became an adult, but I was there for that, her last moments.
My heart stung, thinking how I’d lost many. The few friends I made already found their mates with Princess Clara as she had us freed from the dungeons of the Ever Green pack house. It was by her mercy alone that I was here to find my beloved.
“Let’s go.” I marched to the door as Suron led me to an open vehicle. There were many vehicles on the property for all vampires to use, but my inexperienced driving of these newer models was lacking.
Too many damn buttons and too many lights.
Keeping the window down, my face was half out the window, trying to catch her smell. My phone had been placed back into my hand, but Suron gave me a look to stop trying to call her. If she wanted to talk, she would have called by now. The abundance of messages would only stress her out more.
What about me? I’m damn well near dying because I can’t hear her voice.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d smelled her arousal. The soft mewls of pleasure as she climaxed on my cock had me shudder. I wanted to feel her hot pussy on my dick, feel her body tense as she fell around me.
More than anything, I wanted to claim her, bite her, and make her undoubtedly mine. Sheath myself inside her, feel the hot cum wash over her walls as I painted them with my seed.
“Easy there,” Suron joked, turning down another road. “I don’t need you busting a nut in my car.” If I wasn’t in such a foul mood, I’d have laughed at his attempt to make me smile, but my mind was still on Christine.
We had traveled for hours with no end in sight. The town was almost deserted, with just a few human stragglers coming in and out of bars. They were drunk to escape their problems, hobbling down the street, laughing loudly.
My resentment grew until the faint vibration of my phone ringing in my pocket had me stumble from my negative thoughts. My heart held hope it was Christine, but it was quickly replaced with disappointment seeing a number I did not recognize.
“What?” I snapped, not caring who it was. The only way my fang would calm the venom to stop flowing would be Christine.
“I know where she is,” Justin’s familiar voice trailed. “Vanessa woke up and said she has a GPS tracker on her phone.”
“It’s when you can find out where someone is,” Suron interjected, able to use his hearing to listen to the call. “Where?” I snipped, listening to the address.
***
“This can’t be right,” I muttered, staring at the cellar door. Suron only laughed, knocking three times in different areas of the door.
“Oh, it is,” Suron muttered, finally hearing the door swing open. A heavily tattooed werewolf popped his head out, eyeing us until he saw Suron.
“My man.” His cheerful voice didn’t match his tough exterior as he held out his hand. “Done babysitting for a while and finally going to have some fun?” Suron snorted, grasping his forearm in greeting.
“Still on duty, except no longer babysitting, just adult sitting right now.” I rolled my eyes in offense, ready to storm passed the werewolf to find what was mine.
“Glad you’re here. The girl I wanted you to see is here with a friend. I’m hoping you’d be mates. I think you both be the perfect match.” He winked. “She’s got purple hair, nice figure, your personalities would be impeccable.” Suron shook his head, scratching it with his claws.
“As nice as that would be, I’m still a bit young to find my mate. Vampires usually hit fifty before we even think about having one.” The continued blush didn’t fool me or this tatted werewolf. Suron wanted a mate as much as we all did.
“Her name is Pamela,” he continued, ignoring his statement. “She brought a gorgeous little blonde human in here.” I growled, stepping forward. The werewolf stood his ground, standing on the stairs below us.
“Don’t know your problem, man, but this is a strict no-fighting club. If you are here to cause trouble, you can’t enter,” he snapped. Playful demeanor gone, he stepped out of the cellar.
“Hang on, his mate is the blonde,” Suron stated. “She was covered in a scenting neutralizer, and we have been hunting for her all day.” The werewolf eyed me again, stepping away.
“Thought it was some yellowcress root around here,” he said. “Her scent wasn’t that strong. Go on before I change my mind, and no trouble.” I nodded curtly, descending the stairs and not waiting for Suron to catch up with me.
I was on the hunt, and I would find her. My beloved would never leave my sight again, and I would claim her. By bite, by cock, or my fingers, I would have her.
The music died from the DJ at the overhang over the stage. Lights dimmed until spotlights held werewolves in various attire for a rock and roll band appeared. The crowd screamed, drowning out any noise I could hear that could be my mate.
My body pushed through the crowd, now following my heart and my instincts as I traveled closer and closer to the middle of the room. The drums began to play, the music thumping made the room move at a systematic rhythm. Jumps, growls, and the throwing of undergarments distracted me until my eyes caught sight of the little deer at the front of the stage.
Christine’s mind was elsewhere; her body stood still among the bodies. Her eyes barely looked at the stage. Instead, her eyes were haunted. I could smell the salt of her tears, the beating of her soft heart as it cried inside.
I hope it was because she thought she had lost me. It would give me more insight if she did want me. The other part of me felt it was because she couldn’t accept me, that she didn’t want a mate. How could she not realize how special they were?