This chapter includes a little violence and a little mature scene.
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NIYA'S POV:-
I was rudely awakened from my slumber by the blaring sound of my alarm clock to see it's 7. I groaned and rolled over in bed.
I begrudgingly opened my eyes and rubbed my bleary eyes, wondering why the universe had decided to wake me up so early. As I fumbled for my phone to check the time, I couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance wash over me. 7:30 PM? Seriously? I had been looking forward to sleeping all day!
Despite my initial reluctance, I knew that I had to get up and start my day. "Ugh, seriously? Is this what my life has come to?" I grumbled as I reluctantly got out of bed.
I trudged towards the bathroom, feeling like a zombie as I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water of the shower was a welcomed comfort that instantly jolted me awake.
As I finished my shower and opened the bathroom door, I was met with a sight that instantly put a smile on my face - a beautiful dress, laid out on my bed with a note resting on top of it.
Hey bestie,
I'm sorry,
And this is a sorry gift, I hope you wear this as an acceptance of my apology.
So your outfit is good but still wear this, if you don't want people to be hurt because of me punching them.
Sorry once again, it won't happen again
Yours Blakey (with a wink emoji).
I chuckled as I read the note, knowing that Blake was familiar with my usual tomboyish fashion choices. Nevertheless, the dress was stunning and elegant.
The silky fabric was a deep shade of sapphire blue, shimmering in the light with every movement. The dress was form-fitting, hugging every curve of the wearer's body in a flattering manner, and stopping mid-thigh to reveal a hint of leg.
The neckline was a plunging V-shape, accentuated with delicate lace trimming that created an elegant and feminine touch. The sleeves were off-shoulder, allowing the wearer to show off their toned arms and shoulders.
At the waistline, a simple yet chic belt accentuated the natural curves of the body, adding a touch of sophistication to the dress. The back of the dress was just as captivating as the front, with a low-cut backline that added a touch of sultriness to the overall look.
The dress was completed with matching high-heeled shoes and a pair of statement earrings, completing the overall stunning look of the wearer.
I adorned myself with the dress, feeling like a million bucks. "This dress is amazing," I twirled in front of the mirror.
"Not as amazing as the person wearing it," Blake said with a grin as he walked into the room.
I turned around to see him looking handsome in a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. "Hey now, don't be trying to butter me up with compliments," I teased with a smile.
He walked towards me and tucked his ear lobe. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You were just standing up for yourself and I--"
I cut him off with a laugh and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Blake, it's all good. I forgive you."
He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "Phew, that's a load off my mind. Now let's get out of here before we're late for whatever ridiculous adventure we have planned today." I nodded in agreement, feeling content knowing that our friendship was stronger than ever.
As we walked down the stairs, I noticed that there was an eerie stillness in the air. "Blake, where did everyone go?" I asked him with a hint of concern in my voice, scanning the empty hall for signs of life.
"I didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so I asked them to leave and told them I'd bring you to the club," he replied with a sheepish smile as we walked out of the house. I felt relieved that Blake had stood up for me, but the tension between Cedric and I was still simmering.
We finally arrived at the club, and the sound of thumping music hit me like a wave. The club was packed with young people, all dancing and enjoying the party vibe. I had been to clubs before, but never wearing a dress like this. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me, and it made me a little self-conscious.
We had to push our way through the crowd like we were playing a real-life game of Tetris. I was grateful to finally see Amanda and the rest of the group, but the relief was short-lived.
"Finally, we thought you guys would bail out on us," Tyler said with a relieved expression.
"Actually, I slept through my alarm. I'm the reason we're late," I yelled over the loud music, feeling a little embarrassed.
"You're the reason for everything that goes wrong," Cedric commented with a sneer. I could feel my blood boil, and I was about to retaliate when Blake stepped in.
"Maybe she's not the only reason. Maybe if some people stopped acting like bratty toddlers throwing tantrums, things would go back to normal," Blake added with a pointed look at Cedric. I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Blake.
But Cedric wasn't going to back down so easily. "Changing parties already, Blake?" Cedric scoffed as he placed a possessive hand around Amanda's shoulder and held a glass of whiskey in the other.
"I'm not changing any party, Cedric," Blake said as he sat down next to him. "But if you don't mind, I'm going to go get a drink before I have to deal with any more of your immaturity."
The tension between Cedric and I was palpable, and I decided to take a break from the drama. I walked away in search of a bar and sat down on a stool. I needed a drink to calm my nerves.
"What would you like to have?" the bartender asked, his name badge reading "Raphael."
"Something strong, please," I replied with a forced smile, feeling the need for something strong to help keep the disturbing images out of my mind.
"Here, have some Spirytus vodka," Raphael winked at me, to which I just smiled weakly.
"Well, a pretty, good lady like you shouldn't be drinking Spirytus vodka," I felt a presence beside me as someone sat down on the chair.
"Who said I'm a good lady?" I retorted, trying to put on my best bitchy face.
"I can read people," the stranger replied with a wink. I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued.
I leaned in closer to him, my voice a low whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "You're in quite the dilemma, aren't you?" I breathed into his ear. "No one can read me."
"Matt," he introduced himself, his voice smooth and seductive.
"Well, Matt, it wasn't nice meeting you," I replied coolly, finishing my drink and turning to leave.
But Matt was not deterred by my dismissive tone. He followed me like a lost puppy, still trying to make conversation. "Come on, don't be like that. I just wanted to buy you a drink and make some small talk."
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, my expression hard. "I'm not interested in small talk with someone I just met," I snapped, my voice cold and clipped.
Matt raised his hands in surrender. "Got it. No harm, no foul. But if you change your mind, I'll be at the bar."
I nodded and walked away, feeling his eyes on me as I rejoined my group of friends.
The alcohol was starting to hit me hard, and I found myself dancing on the crowded floor. The music was loud and pulsing, and I found myself getting lost in the rhythm, twirling and grinding on strangers without a care in the world. But as I danced, I felt a strange sensation, like someone was watching me.
I turned my head to see Matt walking towards me, his eyes fixed on my body as he moved towards me. I kept my eye on him as I was dancing. Matt had the face and body of a Klein Calvin model, with a perfect jawline and a body that was clearly visible through the tight t-shirt he was wearing. He had piercing grey eyes, plump lips, and right now they looked so kissable..
He reached me and we started to dance, our bodies pressed close. He whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't hear him over the music. It didn't matter though, as we laughed and gyrated together.
Cassie pulled me away from the dance floor, her voice a distant buzz in my ear. "Come on, Niya. Let's take a break."
I protested, trying to break free of her grip. "No way, I'm having too much fun!"
Cassie was insistent, though, and eventually managed to steer me over to the bar. She handed me a glass of a green concoction that looked suspiciously like it belonged in a chemistry lab. "Here, drink this. It'll help sober you up."
I wrinkled my nose but took a sip anyway. The taste was... interesting, to say the least. But as promised, I could feel myself starting to sober up.
I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to take a sip of the drink Cassie had mixed up for me. Finally, I decided to give it a try. As I took a sip, I felt a rush of lime soda flavor that went down smoothly, easing my nerves.
"Now sit here for a while," Cassie instructed me, to which I nodded obediently, feeling a sense of relief from the magic of her special concoction.
I gazed at Raphael, the handsome bartender, expertly mixing drinks and engaging in lively banter with the patrons. He had chiseled features, a charming smile, and a magnetic presence that drew me in. I couldn't resist flirting with him.
"Hey, Raphael," I called out to him as he walked past me. "Can I get another one of those margaritas?"
He turned to me with a wink. "Sure thing, Niya. But are you sure you can handle it?"
I pouted playfully, feeling a spark of attraction between us. "I think I can handle a margarita. It's not like I'm trying to keep up with your vodka shots."
Raphael chuckled as he prepared my drink. "Fair enough. But if you need any help, just let me know."
I smiled at him, feeling a flutter in my stomach. "Thanks, Raphael. I'll keep that in mind."
As I savored my margarita, a deep and seductive voice interrupted my thoughts, "Hmm, I see. Now this is the drink a girl must have." The voice belonged to a tall, dark and handsome man named Matt.
"Leave me alone, Matt," I told him in a bored tone, rolling my eyes.
"What if I don't?" he asked, placing his hand on mine, attempting to be charming.
I was beyond irritated. Seriously? Without a second thought, I picked up the drink with my other hand and tossed it at him. "Oopsie," I smirked at him, enjoying the sight of him getting drenched with my drink.
As the liquid drenched Matt's clothes, his face turned red with embarrassment. People around us laughed as he stormed off in a huff.
I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied at the sight of Matt walking away, dripping with my drink. He may be sexy, but he's also a jerk.
I turned back to the bar and found Raphael grinning mischievously at me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Another one?" he asked in a playful tone, holding up a bottle of tequila as if offering me a lifeline.
I let out a deep sigh of exhaustion and frustration, feeling drained after dealing with the obnoxious Matt. "Yeah, I think I need it after dealing with that douchebag," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Raphael chuckled heartily as he expertly poured me a shot, his movements smooth and practiced. "Well, if it's any consolation, I think you handled that pretty well," he complimented me, his eyes crinkling with warmth.
I laughed, feeling a little lighter at his words, and raised my glass to him in appreciation. "Thanks, Raphael. You're a good guy. Unlike some people here," I added pointedly, my gaze flicking over to the group of people.
As I sipped my margarita, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and discomfort at the thought of being around Matt. Maybe he'll think twice before trying to hit on me again. Or maybe he'll just find another girl to annoy. Either way, I was done with him.
"Thank you, Raphael," I smiled gratefully at him and made my way through the throngs of people towards where Blake and the gang were sitting.
"Hey, there you are!" Blake's voice cut through the noise of the club, his face lighting up with relief as he spotted me.
Cassie, always the dramatic one, practically tackled me with a hug. "Oh my god, I was so worried about you! Are you okay?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with concern.
I rolled my eyes, feeling a little embarrassed by her overreaction. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just need another drink," I replied, waving away her concern.
Cedric suddenly got up from his seat and walked past me, heading straight towards Matt. I turned around to see him hugging Matt warmly, a gesture that was repeated by the rest of the pack. Even Blake, who was usually reserved and cautious around strangers, seemed to be friendly with Matt.
Confused and a little bewildered, I nudged Blake and asked, "Who's he?"
"Oh, he's Alexa and Lexi's younger brother, Matt," Blake informed me, his expression relaxed and friendly.
I felt a jolt of surprise and disbelief at his words. So Matt is a werewolf too? He's the brother-in-law of the two Alpha's. Great, I just threw my drink on a werewolf. The thought made me feel even more awkward and out of place in their midst.
Matt had his gaze fixed on me, his eyes dark and intense. I felt a shiver of revulsion run down my spine at his obvious interest, and I couldn't help but think that he was a total creep. I knew I couldn't stay here anymore with these people, and I made a hasty excuse to leave, feeling grateful for the escape.
I made my way back to the bar with a heavy heart, hoping to find solace in the bottom of a bottle. And there was Raphael, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.
"So you're back. I think you have a crush on me or something," he teased, making me roll my eyes.
"As if," I scoffed, feeling a glimmer of amusement.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
What do I want? To drown my sorrows in alcohol, forget about today, and never come back to this damn club. But I didn't say that. Instead, I said, "Tequila would be better."
Raphael poured me a shot and I downed it in one go, feeling the warmth spreading through my chest.
Just then, Blake appeared beside me, looking worried. "Hey, what happened?" he asked, motioning for Raphael to give him a drink.
"I just wanted to be alone," I said, twirling my finger on the edge of the glass. "It's just been a long day, you know?"
Blake nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel left out."
"It's not your fault," I said, feeling guilty for snapping at him. "I just needed some time to myself."
"Well, I'm here now," he said, putting his arm around me. "And I won't let anyone make you feel uncomfortable."
I leaned into him, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. "Thanks, Blake. I appreciate it."
"Wanna dance?" he asked, holding out his hand.
I smiled and took his hand, eager to lose myself in the music. We danced like nobody was watching, our moves not exactly graceful, but definitely full of energy. I laughed as Blake busted out some funky breakdance moves, his enthusiasm infectious.
But then, a girl approached him and whispered something in his ear. He shivered and goosebumps appeared on his skin. I knew what that meant. I winked at him and mouthed "enjoy your night." He chuckled before disappearing into the crowd with the girl.
"Someone's getting lucky tonight," I chuckled to myself as I walked away from the dance floor.
But my moment of amusement was short-lived. Suddenly, an unknown man grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, his grip tight and aggressive. I felt his hand moving up and down on my hips, his breath hot and stale on my neck.
"Get off me," I hissed, trying to push him away. But the guy was strong and refused to let go.
I dug my heel into his foot, feeling his hand retract in pain. I took the opportunity to break free and run as fast as I could, my heart racing with fear and anger.
I dashed into the ladies' washroom, my body convulsing with sobs and my eyes stinging with tears. I slammed the door shut, but my heart continued to race with fear. I could sense someone behind me, lurking in the shadows. I turned to the mirror, and there he was, a tall and muscular man, probably in his mid-twenties.
"Bitch, I know you want me," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.
I recoiled in disgust and fear, and before I could think twice, I lunged at him with all my might. My fist connected with his jaw, and I heard a satisfying crack. As he stumbled back, I kicked his leg with all my might, and he fell to the floor with a painful groan.
I pounced on him like a wild animal, my hands tearing into his hair, pulling it hard until his head jerked back. I dug my heel into his leg again, and he screamed in pain. I held the back of his neck and smashed his face onto the washing counter, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I heard his nose break. Blood gushed out of his nose, and he writhed in agony.
But I didn't stop there. I punched him repeatedly, one blow after another, my fury growing with each hit. I kicked him in his gut, and he groaned and tried to get away, but I was relentless. I continued to pummel him until his face was a bloody mess.
"Stop, please stop," he begged, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own groans.
But I wasn't done yet. I held his collar and lifted him up, ready to inflict more pain.
"I'm sorry, I'll never do this again," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with pain.
"I just started," I smirked, my rage boiling over. I tugged on his hair and punched him again, relishing in the satisfying crunch of his jaw.
"Let me go, and I'll tell you who put me up to this," he cried, his voice desperate.
My hand froze in mid-air. Someone put him up to this? I narrowed my eyes at him, suspicion growing.
"If you're lying, you'll never see the sun tomorrow," I warned him, my voice cold and menacing.
He nodded his head vigorously, and the name that left his mouth made my blood run cold. I left him lying there on the floor, bleeding and battered, as I kicked him one last time for good measure.
I knew what I had to do. I took out my phone and dialed the number I had sworn I'd never call again.
"I need your help," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
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** MATT'S POV **
We were locked in a passionate embrace, our lips locked together in a fierce hunger as we made our way to my apartment. I had met this stunning blonde at the club, her seductive eyes captivating me from the moment she walked in. She had propositioned me with a simple question, "Your place or mine?" Without hesitation, I had chosen mine. I couldn't bring a girl back to my packhouse, a man needs his own space to have some fun.
As we stepped into the elevator, our bodies were pressed together, her breath hot on my neck as we kissed with an intensity that made my head spin. My heart raced as I felt her fingers slide up my chest and grip my shirt, pulling me closer. The elevator doors opened with a ding, but neither of us cared. We made our way to my apartment, still wrapped up in each other's arms.
But as we reached my door, a feeling of unease washed over me. It was a primal instinct, a gut feeling that something was wrong. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I knew I had to be careful. As a werewolf, my senses were heightened, and I could smell the intruder's scent. It was a scent that I recognized all too well.
"What happened, Matty? Why did you stop?" The blonde asked, her voice husky with desire.
I pushed her away gently, trying not to alarm her. "I think you need to leave," I said, my voice low and dangerous.
"What happened, Matty? Why did you stop?" The blonde asked, her voice laced with desire.
My focus shifted from her as I tried to catch the scent of the intruder. "I think you need to leave," I said, my voice rough with desire.
"And why would I do that?" She trailed her fingers down my chest, sending shivers down my spine.
"Because I want you to, bitch," I growled, rolling my eyes as she threw a tantrum. Finally, she stormed off, cursing me as she went.
"God, girls can be so annoying when they're not in bed," I mumbled, straightening my clothes and preparing for the intruder.
"This will be fun," I thought, a wicked smirk spreading across my face as I considered ways to take out the intruder. But my smirk quickly faded as I opened the door and switched on the lights.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with anger.
My intruder was sitting on my chair, completely at ease as if they belonged there. I could feel the tension building up in me as I took a step closer, ready to pounce.
"Eating chips. Want some?" they offered, clicking their tongue in satisfaction.
"How did you get in? And how did you even find my place?" I demanded, trying to control my anger.
"Duh, first of all, you keep your key to this apartment in your plant pot. And as for finding your place, I have my own way," they replied nonchalantly, a hint of amusement in their voice.
I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the rage building inside me. This intruder had invaded my personal space, and I was not going to let them get away with it.
"What do you want?" I spat, irritation seeping into my voice.
"Why did you do that?" The tone was accusatory, their words sharp.
"Do what?" I asked, struggling to comprehend what they were referring to.
"How can you stoop so low?" Their voice cracked, the hurt in their words almost palpable.
"What are you talking about?" I rubbed my face, trying to clear my head of the fog of confusion.
"You sent a guy to molest me?" Their voice rose, the anger simmering just below the surface.
"What? That's not true," I protested, the accusation hitting me like a punch in the gut. I had never stooped so low as to orchestrate something so heinous.
"The guy you sent told me everything, Matt," they yelled, their words ringing in my ears.
"Stop yelling. I didn't send anyone to molest you, but I did hire someone to keep an eye on you," I admitted, guilt lacing my words. It wasn't the right decision, but I was just trying to look out for her safety.
"Why would you do that?" The hurt in their voice cut me deeper than any knife ever could.
"Niya, you're staying at my sister's place. I just wanted to make sure you were safe and didn't get into any trouble," I explained, my voice tinged with apology.
But as she leaned in close, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "I'm not innocent, Matt," my heart raced with a mixture of fear and desire. What did she mean? What was she trying to tell me?
"Now, what will you do?" she smirked, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she teased me. "And yes, before judging others, look at yourself."
"I didn't mean any harm, Niya. I didn't know he would do that," I pleaded, regret seeping into my words.
"Next time, think twice before pulling any stunts," she whispered, her eyes holding an emotion that I couldn't quite decipher. With that, she walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
But just as she closed the door, she turned around and added, "And yes, that guy is bleeding on the floor in the girls' washroom." My heart sank as I realized the gravity of the situation, the consequences of my actions hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"Dammit!" I bellowed, my heart racing with a mix of panic and frustration.
I could feel the sweat pooling on my forehead as I pulled out my phone and dialed my club manager. "What the hell is going on? There's a guy bleeding out on the floor in the girls' washroom."
The concern in my manager's voice was palpable as he replied, "Sir, we've found a body, but he's not moving."
My stomach churned as I hissed, "Check his pulse!"
"Sir, he's breathing," my manager's relief was evident in his voice.
"Get him to the hospital, now!" I commanded, my mind racing with the repercussions of this incident. If word got out that there was a body in my club, it would be the end of me.
I had hired the guy to keep an eye on Niya, on Cedric's orders. But I had no idea that he would do something so despicable.
"If Niya finds out that Cedric was behind this..." I groaned, feeling a headache coming on as I paced back and forth in my apartment.
"Niya, that girl is not to be messed with," I muttered to myself, looking at the photo my manager had sent me.
"Damn, she did some nasty work on him," I couldn't help but smile at the sight.
As I stared at her picture, I knew that she was more than just an innocent girl. Her eyes held a darkness that I couldn't quite decipher. "I'll find out what you're made of, Niya," I whispered, a sinister edge creeping into my voice.
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Author's Note:-
So what do you think about Cedric? Why is he doing this?
What secret does Niya holds?
What do you think about Matt?
Is Matt the good guy? Or the bad guy?
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