Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

I have spent the last few days, avoiding Jackson completely.

Every time he walked into the same room, I was gone.. like a sharp flash of lightning.

So now, I was sat at a Bar sulking; sulking, like a child.

‘This is fucking bullshit’. I grumbled into my empty whisky glass.

The Barmaid was trying her best to flutter her eyelashes at me.. but sadly I was simply not in the mood right now for meaningless sex.

Plus I was drunk, it would be stupid to pursue a human in such a drunk and emotional state.

It was that point that I smelt an Alpha Werewolf nearby.

Fuck. I thought.. I was drunk.. my reflexes would fail me, if he struck me.

I smelt the scent get closer, but I did not dare turn around.

‘Alexander Bayou, of The Bayou Pack’. He spoke triumphally.

I scowled at my glass, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

‘Get him another on my tab, sweetheart’. He muttered flirtatiously at the Barmaid.

‘Of course Mr Bayou, it would be my pleasure’. She giggled.

My nose twitched and I felt even more pissed off.. this Alpha turned up, interrupted my peace and quiet and for what? To talk about some shit, pointless alliance between our families. Something that I would never sign up to.

‘I do not give a shit who you are, I do not deal with your kind. I believe you have heard as much from my Sub’. I scowled at him deeply.

I gasped at how hot he was. However, it was obvious he was very, very straight.. because he reeked of sex and women’s perfume.

Alexander had loose choppy shoulder-lengthed white hair; he had pale blue eyes, much like my own. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie.

‘Leonard Storm? Yes, he told me that only you make the rules but if he was in charge then he would at least meet with me and hear what I have to say’. He muttered disapprovingly.

‘Well Leonard is not in charge, I am. So piss off’. I snapped angrily, gripping my glass tightly.

Alexander snarled at me and gripped me by the throat, shoving my face into the side of the bar.

I winced at the numb pain, as the whisky seeped into the wounds that the glass had just inflicted.

‘Alexander please stop’. The Barmaid gasped.

I twisted out of his grasp and threw him across the bar, he then snarled angrily and roared at everyone to get out.

I gulped in response; this was not a fight that I could hope to win right now.

It was then that Jackson turned up and stood protectively in front of me; five other fighters of my Clan turned up and Leo was staring at our exchange worriedly, at the entrance of the Bar.

‘Still want to go, Wolf?’. Jackson spat angrily.

Alexander simply laughed in response and raised his eyebrow towards me.

‘So your Clan fight for a useless angry drunk? Pity.. I thought you lot were better than that’.

‘If I was not drunk, you would be running away with your tail between your legs’. I snapped.

He scoffed and then simply shoved past Jackson and Leo.

‘All of you get out of here’. Leo snapped.

Jackson stood still eyeing me worriedly.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

‘You heard him’. I muttered.

He frowned at me but nodded.

Why he was offended was beyond me.. he was the one who gave me mixed signals.. which I definitely did not need to think about right now.

He looked at me sadly, but he left nonetheless.

Leo grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelf and began pouring a few shots.

‘Brother.. fighting with him drunk was just fucking stupid. What if he had decided to challenge you and then you had lost!?’. He snapped.

‘The bastard smashed my face into a drink, what was I supposed to do, just lay down and hope he got bored and eventually went away?’. I grumbled, angrily.

His eyes went wide and he let out a deep breath.

‘I am so sorry. I did not think it would end like this. I am so stupid’. He winced, clearly he had arranged this ridiculous meeting.

I sighed deeply.

‘It does not matter, what is done is done’. I frowned, but then grabbed the vodka shot that he had poured and let it burn the back of my throat.

Leo put his forehead on mine.

‘Let’s just go home’. He sighed deeply

‘Good idea, little brother, good idea’. I chuckled, as I ruffled his hair.

As I stepped out of the shower, I frowned at the wounds that were on my usually perfect face, as I scowled at my reflection.

A few scratches on my face were visible upon my facial features.. and it really pissed me off.

It was then that I heard a knock on my Bedroom door.. it was probably Leo feeling guilty again.

‘Dude, I am fine. Chill out’. I laughed, leaving my Bathroom and opening the door to my Bedroom.

I frowned, when I was pushed backwards and a male Werecat’s fingertips brushed my wounded cheek.

‘I was really worried that he was going to come back and hurt you more’. Jackson whispered, awkwardly.

I batted his hand away with the back of my hand and glared at him.

He gulped, as he only just now realised that I was half-naked.

‘Interrupting your Clan Leader after his shower.. is just weird.. and do not get me started on you touching my fucking face!’. I snapped angrily, attempting to hide my shock and embarrassment.

‘Lorenzo.. please I-’. He winced, as he noticed my glaring gaze.

‘Jackson.. just fucking get out. You should not be here’. I growled angrily.

‘I just wanted to make sure that you were okay’. He whimpered, staring at the floor.

‘GET OUT!’. I snarled, shoving his chest, back towards the Bedroom door.

The sad and broken gaze that he met me with only made me feel worse.. shitty. Like I was an asshole for speaking my mind.

I shook my head, as he ran out of my room and threw myself back onto my bed.

Why was I attracted to a straight man who was hellbent on giving me mixed signals?

Literally nothing seemed to make sense today.. I scoffed as I closed my eyes.