Page 69 of His True Beloved

“Shit,” Tate hissed. “Well, that’s our alpha.” The muscular, tanned wolf came in, banging his chest, howling. Trailing behind him were his beta and other warriors that had drinks beforehand. They praised him as ‘Krawl’ and began spouting nonsense and talking in the third person.

“Krawl is ready to party!” More cheers from wolves came about, the music turned up louder, and the beat so hard one could feel it in your chest.

“That’s Alpha Enzo, but when he drinks too much, he’s Krawl!” Tate yelled over the music.

“He seems fun.” Suron laughed, watching Krawl jump into a group of ladies and dance.

“Yeah.” Tate smiled, leaning back into the seat. “He’s the biggest virgin man-whore ever. He’ll dance all night long with a woman, maybe sneak a kiss, but that’s it. He’s a strange character.” Krawl continued to scream, jumping up on the DJ’s stage and taking loose guitars for those who wanted to join in on the music and began to smash them.

Parts of the guitar spread over the stage and into the crowd. Girls screamed, waving their hands as he ran down the stage, slapping each one.

“He spent the last three years in Bergarian training at the Alabaster Academy. It’s a place where strong warriors can train like the alphas. Since he was already an alpha, he just learned barbaric fighting techniques, new ways to keep the pack safe, and tried to hunt for his mate.”

“Krawl needs a dance partner!” he roared out into the crowd, jumping back onto the main floor. She wolves gathered, Krawl’s eyes skimming through the group until they hit our table. Bright yellow eyes paused, his playful smirk now turned frown.

Pamela was stirring her drink, not paying attention to the alpha, giggling with Suron, who was now aware of what was happening. “Get away from me!” Suron squealed, moving away from Pamela.

“I was telling you a joke, you turd. Come back!” Pamela tried to grab him closer. Christine held her arm out to grab Pamela, but I hauled her out of the booth before any more attention was put on her. Alpha Enzo—fuck, Krawl—just found his mate.

Krawl’s breathing deepened, his nose flaring and shoulders rearing back. “Pamela! Is that your mate?” Christine’s bright eyes widened in excitement.

“Oh fuck.” Pamela stood from the table, using her hand to hold herself up.

“An alpha?” she whispered. The music now died, watching the interaction. The entire room held their breath as they watched the Alpha of Blue Eclipse stride forward.

“Knew it,” Tate whispered. “The goddess’s dreams don’t lie.” He smirked.

“The goddess visits you in dreams?” Christine whispered to me. I only nodded, worried for Pamela and her sigma ways. She just said she wanted nothing to do with alphas, and now she was mated to one.

Krawl came boldly, growling. “Krawl’s mate is here,” his voice rumbled. “Krawl will claim his mate.”

Pamela’s eyes flashed purple to yellow, her wolf slowly approaching the surface.

“She’s gonna run,” Christine whispered. Krawl snapped his head to my mate. I pulled her behind me, only for Pamela to shift and scurry out the door.

Chapter 29

Sebastian

Thecrowdstoodstill,Pamela’s fur flatting against the top of her head as she raced out the door like a flash of lightning with streaks of purple fur. Alpha Enzo—Krawl —stalked forward to my mate, still watching the door. “What do you mean she was going to run?” He growled down at her.

Keeping Christine behind me, she whimpered at the dominant tone in his voice, gripping the back of my suit tightly. Getting in a fight with an alpha werewolf was not on my agenda, but I’d rip his fangs from his body if it meant keeping my beloved safe.

“Back away.” I growled, my claws extending. Suron babbled beside me, trying to communicate, but the immature vampire had no strength here. I may have considerable years of experience in fighting things twice as large as me, but he was an alpha. Born into the blood of the strongest line of werewolves.

“She said she would!” Christine broke the tension. “She wants you to chase her!” she spouted again. Krawl’s eyebrow raised, a smile coming to his lips.

“Oh, did she?” He stood back, looking at the wolves that flanked his sides. “Then Krawl, the hunter, must begin the arduous task of finding his luna prey.” Krawl backed away, giving me a sigh of relief.

“Here’s her bag. Sniff away!” Christine slung at him, catching it in his right claw. Inhaling, his chest grew broad, and his eyes rolled back into his head. “A sigma,” he purred. Slapping the bag into his flanking warrior’s chest, he turned, stomping out the door.

“Krawl goes to claim his mate!” Cheers exploded again until he was out of sight, howling into the moon in the sky.

“That girl is nuts!” Christine threw her hands up. “I would not want to get chased by that thing and be brutally claimed on the forest floor somewhere.” She crossed her arms. “That is just weird.”

“Wolves are weird.” Suron sat back down in the booth, taking another shot. The alcohol wasn’t even affecting him as he continued to drink like it was water.

Might need some pointers from this fangling.

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