Her Heart's Whisper

CHAPTER 11

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The walk is chilling yet refreshing.

The crisp air nibbling at my skin. The darkness at it's peak.

This Alpha, hiding his scent once again. But that scent has already been engraved in our memory.

Always walking besides me. At my pace. Never trying to lead. Lead; what he should be habituated to doing.

We are finally faced with a run down looking bar. It seems to be situated on a ranch. It's so broken yet so soothing to the eyes. Something that I'm used to.

The Alpha definetly looks far too rich to be in a place like this. His all black suit hugging all the right places that it should on a man. The chest. The biceps. A bit loose on the butt.

Perfection. She let's out dreamily.

I should not be thinking of such ridiculous things but she just can't help it. It seems to just roll off of me nowadays.

He stands out amongst these men in cowboy hats. The stench of stale beer hanging onto them. Beer stains littering their clothes. They've probably been here so long, surrounded by it. They've probably grown accustomed to the smell.

It's hideous.

The inside of the bar is breathtaking. The ceiling neatly attired in the most simple, beautiful paintings. It has the most cosiest and rustic feel.

It's far from some fancy, extravagant bar. Yet it is equally beautiful. You look up to the ceiling and its like you're looking into a different world. But one that you can relate to.

Shoulders rubbing against shoulders.

Who would have thought that it would still be this packed. Especially at this time. The Alpha now pulling me to the front. There is only enough place for one of us to walk now. Gently pushing me into the right direction. Leading me from behind.

Making my way to the bartender. The Alpha right behind me. I can still feel his hand on my lower back, radiating warmth.

"Two beers" he shouts over the crowd.

"Comin' right up, sugar", the red head shouts back, winking at him.

I really wonder what makes bartenders so bubbly and happy. Especially that late in the night. They are always summoned always busy. Always surrounded by people. Shouting and screaming orders at them. Yet how do they continue to always look so happy. How do they not look annoyed?

Two beers are placed on the counter. The women removing the caps but never removing her eyes from the Alpha. She looks ready to offer herself to him. His hand removed from behind me. He reaches out from behind me to take the bottles. Ignoring the red head's wink and urge to touch him.

His cologne smells irresistible. You can tell that he belongs to a pack that's way more extravagant and classy than ours.

There is no place to move in this bar.

Looking around. Scanning the crowd. My attention is grabbed by the live band, playing deeper in the bar. The reason why the crowd is so wild. The reason why there isn't much place in this bar.

The Alpha grabs my hand, pulling me away from the rowdy crowd. Passing through a dark corridor. I begin to internally panic. We are ready to fight this Alpha if he tries anything. We will not have anyone torture us or take advantage of us again.