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Chapter 7

"Seriously, it isn't that bad. Honestly, it looks flattering; Jeremy was so happy he insisted that I have it; he was so happy." I say, trying to calm Johnny down. But I can still tell by his soft glare at johnny that he still isn't pleased with his handiwork.

I laughed, and I knew when he decided to take me in as his little sister, he would go all out. But I don't have time for this big Alpha brother act; at this point, I needed the fun, johnny.

Jeremy gives me a knowing look as he pours me a large double shot of a transparent liquid.

"Well, my alpha, are you ready to have fun?" Jeremy says, wiping the neck of the bottle down and licking the clear burning liquid off his finger.

"You are so lucky that I love you, jerry," groans johnny. I wonder if he ever really knew what he was getting into.

I hop up into the yall marble counter, my heels dangling down from the island; grab the bottle of unopened vodka from the shelf behind me, and take a long numbing chug from the bottle. I close my eyes, enjoying the burn down in my stomach.

I notice them both looking at me protectively. They both know how hard this weekend will be for me, and that was before the alpha's fucking minions wrecked our place. Especially now, before the alpha's fucking minions destroyed our home.

"So, Johnny," Jeremy starts, trying to steer our minds away from the heavy shit.

"who is meeting us there other than the pack?"

"The guys, from my army days, shifters," He states,

Johnny is watching me closely, and his eyes soften gently as the two share small glances between them. We knew that he had a lot of painful memories of the army. He never told us why he left. I know there was an incident.

We are all pretty quiet with a small exchange of words now and again; I could feel the tension in the air during our forty-five-minute drive out of the town to the shifters club and the pack meeting.

Being outside of the city has its perks—Especially in keeping it hidden from the non-shifter world. Being here made me think of home. Growing up in a pack house in a densely covered forest similar to these woods made me think of my life before alpha ridden.

My dad and our life before they were all taken from me too early, leaving me a terrified and broken teenager.

I quickly pushed the heart-wrenching memories back into the do not touch portion of my brain box.

I have worked hard to beat the past; I finally feel like me for once in my adult life. I don't feel fear daily like I did before, and I no longer cringe away at someone raising their hand. I am happy and free, or at least I am getting there.

Johnny parks the car in a small abandoned clearing, Turning off his lights as we unstrapped ourselves.

"we have to walk from here," Johnny says, His eyes downcast, scanning the area scanning for threats as we exit the car,

I get why it is that he is nervous. After all, he is out of his pack territory. Anyone could ambush us between here and the club,

It takes us fifteen minutes of walking through the densely packed forest to arrive at the club. By looking at it, you can tell it's been coverted from a large rusted warehouse.

It's been the club to go to for shifters since it opened in the 80s, Famed for its inclusivity.

After Johnny helps steady me in my skyscraper heels, he saunters off to chat with the huge hairy, burly man beside the door and shakes his hand; I could smell him as soon as I saw him, A wereCat. So It did have a mixture of shifters here. I had never seen a werewolf and werecat get along. They exchange a few words, glancing back a few times at Jeremy and me making me feel nervous at my exposed skin. The bouncer nods once and lets us in. staring as we walk past.

We walked down the dark hallway leading to a staircase; I could feel the music from the main room pulsing through the air. As I entered the room, my eyes began to adjust. The lights are dim but bright enough to see crammed bodies moving and riding against each other to the beat. Johnny grabs my shoulders as I stare in awe at the club. He guides both Jeremy and me to a room off from the club. It had a big round circular table with chairs upholstered with red fabric. It was surprisingly quiet in this room compared to the commotion of the noise blaring in the main room minutes ago. I ignore everyone chatting around the table and head for the private bar.

Signaling the handsome bartender over, I order a Zombie and ask him to stay.

"He's paying, "I say, pointing over to Johnny, Who nods a quiet confirmation to the bartender.

A couple of hours go by as I sip my drinks during the pack meeting; I didn't pay attention to most of it, As meetings like this always bore me as a kid.

I see Jeremy staring dreamily at Johnny, Looking at them, That there was true love, Destined mates as most people called it. I was so happy that they found each other. They made each other better and stronger. Jeremy was able to embrace himself and not succumb to toxic masculinity. Johnny became more confident and took over his role as alpha.

Once johnny finished hosting the pack meeting, everyone started drinking and dancing.

"Bottoms up, bitches." Jeremy says, bringing over three shots of green liquid. We all quickly downed the shots.

We spent about an hour at the private bar, just taking in the atmosphere and the general vibe of the place. Jeremy orders the next round of shots. Blowjobs this time, I look at him, smirk and down it and then down his too.

"Seriously, EM…you can't even pretend to share with the rest of us?" Jeremy has a fake frown on his face. He knows what I'm doing and isn't happy about it.

I picked up my refreshed drink and announced, "Alright, let's enjoy ourselves!" I'm screaming; I begin giggling as I look up at Johnny, catching his eye as he looks down disapprovingly at me, trying to keep his stoic alpha face on, trying hard to remain the untouchable bodyguard.

To hell with this. Johnny needs to have some fun for once in his life.

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