Torn Between Two {On Hold}

Chapter 14

Dinner at a nightclub for the first time was a very interesting gathering, especially when you have a devoted follower clung to your side. Luke absentmindedly watched the pulsing club around us as we ate and Bailey continued to intimidate me by stroking my arm and running her nose along my neck. It wasn't a norm for me but I wanted it to be, then again I didn't.

I watched Luke as Bailey brazenly grabbed my waist and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue. I wanted whatever she had suddenly.

"I'm thirsty." I whispered.

"What would you like?" She asked.

"I want what you're drinking."

"It's alcoholic."

"I still want it."

She chuckled and sniffed my neck. "I can smell the innocence in your body. No sex, drugs or alcohol. It's almost illegal how excited I am to change that."

"Bailey, the drink." Luke said casually. She nodded and got up, retrieving my drink.

"Nervous?" He asked me.

"I kissed Rosen today." I said.

He smirked. "Kissing girls now?"

"I was curious for the reaction."

"Was it what you thought?"

"Judgmental and close minded? Yes." I picked at my plate. "It was fun to surprise them though."

"Ah, my little kitten," He grabbed my leg and slid me closer to him in our curved booth. "Having all this fun without me."

I felt the tension rise. "Well, I guess I'll have to make our fun now."

"Promising me a good time?" He tickled my side and pulled me on his lap. I dug my fingers into his hair and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. His hair seemed so blonde and his eyes so bright and shined with life unknown to me. I wanted to touch that. I wanted to be a part of him.

"Alphas." Bailey smiled putting the drinks on the table. We ignored her for a couple of minutes as we shared our world.

"Come," Luke beckoned. She slid next to us and brought our faces together. I accepted the kiss willingly and I suddenly felt Victor's eyes on me, his hands, and his lips. This felt so wrong. Why? Why did it have to feel wrong to love what I am? I am half were-cat; my instincts have led me this far and they seem to be showing the norm, why is it so difficult to accept.

"Because you're a wolf." Victor's voice said in my mind. "Because you're one of us and not a filthy, disgusting slut."

Ouch. He wouldn't say that, would he?

I hadn't noticed how I had grabbed Bailey and brought her closer by her shoulders nor the tears running down my face as I kissed her.

"Alpha Sam..." She wiped my cheeks. "Luke, something's wrong."

He pulled us apart and grabbed my face. "What's wrong Sam?"

"I want to so badly," I pressed our foreheads together.

"That's no reason to cry." Bailey cooed brushing hair behind my ear. I glanced up at her with a small smile.

"No, I want to accept you, all of you and this lifestyle. I want it to come naturally. I don't want to have this unknown, bias wrongness inside. I want to kiss you and it be okay."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Bailey explained. "It's all about your comfort. I'll stop if-"

"It's not that," I moved off of him with a sigh. "I want this." I looked at him. "I want it to feel right."