Depend On Me [18+]

Proving our worth

Chapter 30 

***Mora***

Was Mora jealous? Absolutely not!

When Kaiden's friends came over to drag him off to Goddess-knows what, Mora agreed like the good girlfriend that she was. Don't mention how she wanted to tear off the arm that his friend, the Silver Hoods ' future Alpha, Jordan put around him.  But thinking how he neglects his friends because of her, she reluctantly reassures him that she was fine.  

Their separation was only temporary anyway. Let them enjoy Kaiden's time for now. He was all hers after. 

She sighs and pulls out the enchanted mask in her bag. Now that Kaiden was gone, his leftover scent was no longer able to mask the party's.  She tried to eavesdrop on their conversations, but she couldn't hear anything over the roar of the party. 

She pouts and lost her interest in playing games and looked around the party. She walks toward the bar, leaving behind her friend group, and fill a red cup with a sweet-smelling liquid. She sniffs the cup and wrinkles her nose at the undertone of alcohol. 

Oh, well. The few mouthfuls of alcohol that she usually drank with Kaiden didn't work well on her because of her fast metabolism. This one should be no different. She lowers her mask and tentatively takes a sip and beam in surprise. She didn't expect it to taste so good. 

Thus, Mora the drunk finishes half of the contents of the substance, and finally drags a chicken leg to a random couch. She drowns herself in the pleasant feelings and felt herself get hotter. She sinks deeper into the couch and groans at the uncomfortable feeling. 

Her eyes burst open, and she looks around for her bag in panic. Her blurry eyes couldn't focus, so Mora bites her arm in hopes to clear her head. She grasps the syringe with her shaken hands and simply stabs the contents into her thigh. 

She sighs in relief and sprawl on the couch. Although her mind wasn't fully clear, she still knew where she was. It was a shame that the pleasant feelings had decreased. Her fingers twitch as frustration and annoyance build within her. She felt like she would explode with a slight confrontation. She eyes the fountain once again and contemplates whether she should have another go.  

Before she could make a decision, an annoying voice caught her attention. The guy was clearly a dick since he laughed like one. He and his group surround a girl sitting at the bar. His friends called him Arthur.  

His annoying laugh echoes once again in the room, neither the music nor the boisterous crowd could cover it up. He grins mischievously and set his arm around the girl. The girl shudders and fumbles with the edge of her drink. He laughs and shouts something at his friends. 

Mora sneers and tries to tune him out, but his voice continues to disrupt her vibe.  His arms slid to the girl's waist, and she pushes him off. His face twists in anger and he starts yelling. The girl sips her drink nervously. Mora bites her tongue and tries to stop her rising fury. 

His friends say something to the girl, and she stumbles off her seat. Arthur slips something into her drink and reaches out to catch her.  He scolds his friends while pushing the drink toward the girl. Mora slams the couch and considers whether she should jump him or not. His laugh felts like someone was dragging nails on metal. The squeaky sound was enough to make her erupt.

"Son of a bitch! I know that this a party, but you don't have to use that annoying voice of yours to bitch every fucking second!" She screams, and he blinks at her in disbelief. 

He turns to his friends with a grin. "This motherfucker must not want to live. Yo. You hear this bitch?" He sneers and stands up menacingly. "Did the alcohol go to your head or do you just feel like dying today?"