Forbidden Fruit

Walk in the Club

Evie

Beatrice drove me back to my house. She lived next to me. All the surrounding houses were occupied by our pack members and their family. My house was the biggest, since my big-egoed Alpha of an dad refused to lived in a house the same size as his pack members.

"It's a ranking thing, Evie, " he told me, in which I rolled my eyes to. Men and their big egos.

Beatrice had refused to go back to her house, insisting that she is looking after her friend and wanted me to go clubbing with her tonight. She is following me like a puppy as I unlocked the front door and went up the stairs.

"Beatrice, I need to pee!"

She looked at me obstinately.

"I'll follow you into the toilet."

I scowled. That girl had a will of steel and won't give up until she gets what she wants.

I sighed. Unlike humans, the atmosphere of a club affects the wolves, making them lower their inhibitions, drawing out their inner animals. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight off those primal feelings. Once my wolf comes out...

"Fine." I huffed, already pitying the man I was going to boink. "Can I freaking pee now? "

"Yes, your majesty. " she said, bowing lowly. I aimed a kick at her head.

"Ouch, you ass! " She yelled as I ran into the toilet.

"You know you love me! " I shouted.

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I changed into my favourite clubbing gear- red dress and matching red pumps, and appraised myself in the mirror. I looked good. The wrap around dress clung to my curves and nipped at my waist. The hemline dropped just a little lower than average, sneaking a peek at my breasts.

No panties, I decided. I hate panty lines.

Skpping to the vanity, I painted my lips and fire engine red and decided, no more makeup for the night. Werewolves were naturally appealing, just like any other supernatural races. Curves were written in the genetic makeup of wolves. But in my opinion, the vamps hold the crown for being the best looking race. I had only met two vamps in my life, and both were as hot as hell. Take your favourite and best looking actor, and times the hotness by ten. You get vampires.

My eyes were a deep green, with sooty lashes framing them. They slanted up, thanks to my asian grandpa. Grandmother always said they looked like cat eyes. My skin was pretty good- no foundation needed and my hair was an intense shade of blue-black, long and curling into ringlets. I was lean, lithe, the ideal body of a warrior.

I wanted to be a pack warrior pretty much my whole life. They are the ones who stood on the front lines of a fight, to defend the pack. So far, all the warriors were males, but that will change soon.

I picked up my wallet and stuffed it into my bra. Beatrice was waiting for me, texting furiously away in her car.

"What are you looking at?" I asked as I slipped into seat beside her. Giving my comments on the latet news.

"Have you seen it yet? A couple was execueted for their wedding- a vampire and a werewolf! It isn't fair, why can't they get married? "

The supernatural world is ruled with an iron fist by the president, whom no one knows the identity of. Hooking up and one night stands are fine between races, but marrying or conceiving a child interracially is punishable by death. It is a rule that people have been fighting against for ages, but no one has managed to change it yet.

I sighed. "The rules of the supernatural are not our concern, Bea. We can't change it as we please."

Her eyes glimmered with fire as she snorted. "Ridiculous! Ask your dad!"

I shook my head. The supernatural council was made up of a minister of each race, and my dad was a minister, not just an Alpha. However, the President has the highest power, even over the ministers.

Beatrice started the engine of her Porsche, still mumbling under her breath.

We soon reached the club. It was named "First Love" which struck me as odd. First Love was a regular hangout for supernaturals. Like everything, it was glamoured and would just appear as an old alley way to humans.

We entered the old, creaky door. The Inside of the club was a far cry from the old door. It was youthful and vibrant and full of energy. It was intoxicating. Brutus, the bouncer on duty, nodded at us. We were regulars at this club.

Music pulsed, a low sensual bass. My p*ssy throbbed and I bit my lip, reminded of the ache between my thighs. The scent of the club was unique as usual. The musk of arousal, the sweet smell of love, the sourness of intoxication, and always, underlying taste of danger. A woman with two ears and a tail slunk by us. She was wearing a corset and a thong, nothing else. Near to us, a man with tousled hair was licking the neck of a woman who appeared daze and unfocused. Two girls with claws danced, sandwhiching a boy who had his eyes shut in bliss, grinding his hip against the girls.

No, the club was a dangerous place. It made me a bit uncomfortable, but this is where I belong.

Beatrice pulled me to the bar. My eyes were still fixated on the three creatures. I wanted to dance. My wolf was purring to be let out.

"What drinks can I get for you ladies?"

The bartender, a faerie, smiled at us. He was young and beautiful, with sparkling black eyes and a luscious mouth, like all faeries. I smiled back at him, but with caution. Faeries were hypnotic with their beauty. Just like a snake, before they pounce on you. If you are unlucky enough to be ensnared by their charm, they would bring you to the faerie courts, with you as a willing victim, where you become a slave forever.

"A bloody Mary please." I answered and Beatrice added with a martini.

"Wonderful. " he smiled at us teasingly and winked, before leaving. I rolled my eyes at his retreating back.

"Anyone caught your eye?" Beatrice sidled over to me with a teasing smile, her lips puckered as if to kiss me.

"Quit it!" I laughed, pushing her away.

"Eve, I'm worried about you. Ever since Cindy found her mate, you've been acting really weird. All mellow... And I dunno, not picking up boys anymore. You know soul mates are rare, right?" She asked gently, her blonde eyebrows slashed in a frown.

I sighed. "I just need to take a break from all that crazy boy chasing, you know? I want someone who can love me and hold me every night, not just leave after a one night stand. I want a steady."

Beatrice stared at me. "Evelyn Darke, going steady? Please, commitment isn't in your vocabulary. The last time you tried to date you ditched that guy after two hours!"
I grimaced.
"That was when I was fourteen. I am nineteen now."

"Girlfriend, I just want the best for you, you know that right?"

I gave her a hug. "I'll be fine."

The faerie returned with our drinks and I took it gratefully. The alcohol seeped into my system, warming me up. The musky smell was affecting me, gently stirring my wolf, taunting it...

Beatrice squirmed in her seat, but she won't leave my side unless I allowed her to. Such was the responsibility of the daughter of the Alpha. She governs her own generation of wolves. "Go on, B. You want to dance, don't you?"

She nodded hesitantly,. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine," I said, second time in a row.

"Take care!" She whispered.

Usually, in the club, we let our animals govern. Me and Beatrice usually part ways after a drink, finding a partner to spend the night with.

I watched her as she made her way towards the dance floor. The music was a hand, gently but firmly pulling my wolf out. She purred, she wants to be let out. I felt myself trembling with the strain to keep her in, but she is too strong. The musk stirred my senses, and with a sigh, I concede.

'Well, maybe I'll find my mate tonight?' Was my last thought as I had myself over to nature.