Make Up, Or Break Up ☆

🔆💛 Indiana Blue 💛🔆

Indiana Blue

Make Up, Or Break Up

Indie had never been to a club before, she may be 19 but she was still so innocent in so many ways. She just found her true mate and instead of him wanting to stay home to get to know each other, he dragged her to a club. One, that was restricted.

Yeah, she ended up being dragged off to a strip club. Things didn't go well for her there. Her mate stared up close and personal at the strippers bodies almost drooling as they were on the stage. She got fed up when he started stuffing dollar bills down their minuscule thongs, too eagerly touching other females in her company.

Yup, that made her grab her bag and leave. She grabbed his car keys first as he laid them on the table. Stupid ass she thought as she got to his car and drove off.

It didn't help she didn't know the area, she was too disturbed at what he'd done in his mate's company. She ended up at a hotel, pulled into a parking spot and went in to get a room for the night as she'd been up since before dawn.

She checked in under the name Madeline Porter, her aunt's name, and headed up to her room. She locked herself in her room, even put a chair under the door knob, then stripped her clothes off in the bathroom and took a hot shower.

She washed her underwear and hung them to dry them then wrapped herself in the hotel robe and went to bed. It was the weirdest night ever as she had erotic dreams all night long.

In the morning, she was still moaning as she didn't want to wake up. Finally after she felt the need to use the washroom, she got up and found herself naked with no robe on or in the bed.

She found it in the bathroom, her underwear on the floor and the shower still wet as if it was just used it. She grabbed the robe and put it on, the need to use the toilet forgotten as she went back into the room to look and see if anyone had come in.

But the chair was still there and all the windows were locked with no second door into the room. She shook her head as she needed to pee again.

She ordered room service all day, her underwear still damp, so she stayed over one more night. This time with her underwear beside the heater, she showered and got into bed and went to sleep.

Another night full of erotic dreams, the last one in which woke her as she almost screamed a name out as she was being marked. She sat up, felt her naked body, got up and used the bathroom.

There she showered and once dried, looked deep into her eyes, as her wolf looked back at her, her eyes shifting to her wolf's. The sadness felt as she learned what happened the night before.

She dressed before grabbing her bag and checking out. She eventually made her way back to the pack house, walked in and used her nose to track down her supposed true mate.

Instead of in his room, she found him in a she-wolf's room, one that's bed was occupied by both. They were naked, the she-wolf on top of Indie's true mate as they were both now marked and the room reeking like losts of unprotected sex.

Well, Indie shook her head, went down to the laundry room, grabbed a bottle of bleach and headed back up. She stopped in the room she'd been given and grabbed her bag. Then she headed back to the bitch's room.

She later walked out of the pack house with a bloody right hand and her bag. Headed to her car and got in. She drove away cursing as her now ex-true mate deserved what he got and so did that bitch.

She had been feeling what he'd been up to in her dreams, that son of a bitch had cheated on her for those two nights. Now it would take reconstructive surgery to put them back together again as her wolf went to town on them. She may be innocent in some ways, but in others, she was very knowledgeable.