Nick's POV
"That's absolutely insane." I said in shock.
It's the morning after our meeting with Greenwood pack. We're just sitting outside a little coffee shop, not far from our hotel room.
"It really is." Blake sipped his coffee.
"What if there is some of DNH left?" Matt asked looking down at the steam radiating off of his hot coffee.
"There couldn't be. They were wiped out way back when the battle went down." Blake explained.
"Blake's right, if that pack wasn't wiped out then we wouldn't be taught about that historical battle all throughout school." I shrugged.
"It could just be some petty rogues trying to live up to the legend." Blake laughed.
"Rogues can be pretty stupid." Matt chuckled.
We all just let out laughs when I got stuck in my track. I got the most intense smell. The intriguing smell of wild cherries and a hint smell of vanilla. Then the thought broke out... MATE?! I quickly flew out of my chair and just frantically looked around at my surroundings.
"Dude what the hell is going on?!" Blake stood up in a slight fight stance with Matt following behind him.
"I smell my mate." I stated in sheer excitement and panic.
"Are you serious?" Matt questioned and Blake just chuckled.
I started walking as fast as I could towards the scent.
"Hey! Wait up for us." Blake yelled as the boys jogged to catch up.
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"Absolutely not." Blake crossed his arms.
"Our mates will kill us, Nick." Matt slapped his head.
"I'm not asking you guys to get lap dances." I rolled my eyes as I slowly walked to the door of the strip club.
"Mia will kill me for just walking into this place." He stood his ground.
I turned to look at both of them.
"Guys, I need you both to come in with me. What if I accidentally say something stupid?!" I panicked.
They both just looked at each other for a minute then both let out a breath.
"You are explaining to both Reagan and Mia as why we were in the strip club." Blake ordered.
"Deal." I nodded before we headed into the double doors.
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When we entered the strip club, the intro to 'Bad Girlfriend' by Theory of a Deadman started to boom through the loud speakers.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the underground. I would like you all to make your attention the center stage where we have one of our favorite girls coming out. Upon many requests, I would love to introduce... Carmen!" The announcer stated.
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, this shortish blonde came walking out onto the stage. Everything went quiet and my attention shot to her. It felt like as if we were the only ones in this place. She started to grind onto the pole as she stared at me seductively. I slowly started walking towards the center stage and the scent just got more and more intensified. She was wearing a little matching black bra and underwear with some black platforms. I got as close to the stage as I could. She got down on her hands and knees and started crawling towards me slow and seductively. I pulled the lose ones I had in my pocket from the change at the coffee shop and I reached out to hand it to her. She took it out of my hand with her mouth and as she turned around, she rolled her hips and stood up slowly in front of me. Ass facing me. She walked towards the pole and started to grind on it once again.
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