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Chapter one
“You’ll find her,” I say, seeming like the millionth time this month. Blake sighs and says, “I’m alpha. I have to find my mate. I need to be as strong as possible. We have the strongest pack in the nation and I am not going to be the down fall. I cannot fail my pack.” I nod in understanding.
“I can feel her near. I know she is in this town. She has to be,” he says, looking hopeful. “I’m sure she is. Well anyway, I’m going out tonight. Want to come?” I ask Blake. He shakes his head ‘no’.
I go to my room to get ready. Surprise, surprise, the pack slut Macy is in my room. I glare at her, “What do you want?” She walks up seductively and says, “You.” I roll my eyes and say, “Too bad,” while pushing her out of my room.
I swear. Just because I slept with her once, it’s like she thinks she owns me now. I freaking regret it, too. She wasn’t great. She has big boobs that draw male attention to her, but an okay face. I don’t see what most guys see in her. Besides her obviously fake chest.
I only slept with her cause I was drunk, horny, and she persuaded me. I sigh and walk to my closet to put some clean clothes on. I lazily choose a black muscle t-shirt, dark jeans, and my riding boots. I smirk at my reflection. Time to charm the ladies.
I sit outside the entrance of the Midnight Dance Club, looking for some pretty girl to woo. Many fakes walk by me, trying to get my attention, but all of them fail. I like my chicks authentic.
I soon spot a beautiful bike pulling up to park. Amazingly, a chick is driving it. She takes off her helmet and I raise my eyebrow in surprise. She’s beautiful.
I take this time to fully take her in. She has blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and a body to die for. Literally. She has on a dark purple top under a leather jacket, very tight skinny jeans, and high heeled boots.
She walks to the door, but I block her path. She sighs in annoyance. “Hey,” I say. “What do you want?” she asks. “Hmm… about a fun night with you?” I ask, smirking. She looks as if she’s pondering it, but then finally says, “no,” very bluntly. She pushes me out of the way to get inside.
I have to admit. That was pretty hot. I follow her in, where she goes straight for the bar. I overhear her order tequila. I wonder if she can hold her liquor. I sit beside her and ask for her name. She tells me it’s Skyla, and in return, I tell her my name is Maverick.
We soon start making small talk, and I find the more we talk, the more I like her. She has that ‘badass’ attitude and I love it. She’s very confident in herself and it shows.
After a while, I ask her to dance, and she agrees. Some heavy rap song with a strong beat comes on and all of a sudden, she is grinding like an expert on me, making me go crazy. I control myself though.
