Alpha King's Missing Mate (Book 1 Of The Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 4

The taxi pulled up in front of a dark building that resembled an old warehouse. Jenna slipped out of the car behind Talia, eyeing the building suspiciously. Why had she let Talia drag her here again? This place seemed like somewhere drug deals might be conducted or they might be murdered.

"Are we in the right place?" she asked, glancing around. There was no club visible, only the building, which looked uninhabited and creepy.

"I've been here before," Talia reminded her as she confidently walked to the front of the building. The walkway sloped down to a discreet door, which she opened and gestured for Jenna to step inside.

They proceeded down a dimly lit hallway that smelled of liquor and body odor, the carpet dirty and worn, before rounding a corner.

Standing at the end in front of another door, was a big burly man in a suit. Definitely a wolf, Jenna thought as the women came to a stop in front of him.

Talia flashed him a brilliant smile.

"Who's she?" he asked gruffly, motioning towards Jenna.

Jenna held her breath, suddenly realizing that this could be a really bad idea. Talia had told her how the werewolf community was so different from human society. How they were more violent, and lived by their own set of laws. If he suspected that Jenna knew things she shouldn't, he could easily kill both of them. Jenna forced herself to remain calm as the thoughts continued to swirl wildly through her head. She tried to remain calm, though she knew he could probably hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"She's with me," Talia said, flashing him another smile.

To Jenna's relief, the man simply nodded, stepped to the side, and opened the door, motioning for them to enter.

She was suddenly hit with the deep base of the music. The building must be sound-proof, she realized, looking around. The smell of alcohol, and sweating bodies was heavy in the air, almost making her gag. For werewolves with sensitive senses, the strong smells must be overwhelming. At least the music wasn't overly loud, but it was loud enough.

She followed Talia inside. It was much nicer inside than the deceiving hallway had been. A long bar stretched across the left wall, glowing brightly under the low lights, and five bartenders and mixologists were at work behind it, serving up amazing looking drinks.

The dance floor stretched out over the center of the room, lights blazing in different directions, almost making her dizzy. The floor itself caught her attention. It was bright, giving the club some light, and the lights embedded inside the tiles changed with the beat of the music. A DJ was in a booth over on the wall across from the entrance, working his magic. Tables were lined up against the far right wall with stools. A glowing balcony surrounded the entire place, seats and tables barely visible on the second floor in the dim lighting.

The crowd was large, and crushing as some of the most beautiful people Jenna had ever seen danced with each other, grinding bodies against bodies.

Talia grabbed Jenna's hand and pulled her over to the bar. She followed, her eyes still taking in the room as she waited patiently for Talia to place their order. She pushed a strawberry margarita into Jenna's hand, then downed a shot herself. Jenna wondered if it was the bourbon she had warned her about.

She knew Talia didn't drink that much. She'd told Jenna her metabolism was too high, and she burned the alcohol off before it even gave her a buzz. She had to drink a lot to get anywhere near drunk, and she didn't see a point. But she had also told Jenna about the bourbon, made by werewolves for werewolves. A pack in Kentucky brewed the stuff, and it was served at any and all werewolf establishments.