Rejection For the Rejectee (Werewolf SoulMate) COMPLETED

8 - A Drunken Dream

***Valentine***

I was the new Beta female of the Laelaps pack. And I had caved to Zed. Why had I done that again? Oh, yes, I remember. Because my dumb dog of a wolf had a thing for annoying bastards. Bitch, I thought to her. Puny human, she sent back. Now I had to work with Zed on a daily basis because of my new Beta status. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I'll deal with all this shit. For now, I shall drink to my stupid wolf.

Because of a werewolves increased metabolism, it took a lot to get us drunk; and I intended to find the limit.

Zandra had swung a party like no other in the time which she had. There was loud music, drinks, and most of the Pack was here. I had mingled for over an hour, reacquainting myself with the members and already dealing with their issues. But now I had managed to escape (with a bottle of Vodka I had snagged) to the garden. There were people out there as well so now I was sitting at the bottom of a tree just into the forest. I wasn't surprised when I heard Cam drop beside me. He had a knack with finding me when I was drunk, and I was pleased to say I was on my way to being tipsy. Half the Vodka bottle was empty, so that explained a few things.

"So, how are you doing, Phee?" Cam asked.

"Have I ever"- hiccup -"Told you how much I love"- hiccup -"that you call me Phee or Phoenix?" Hiccup.

Cam chuckled at my hiccups, an annoying reaction of mine when I was drinking. I scowled at him and tried to take a swipe at him, but ended up toppling forward, doing a roly-poly and fell flat on my back. "Ooo, look at the pretty stars!" I exclaimed in drunk wonder as I admired the constellations through the tree branches. I brought the bottle to my lips again and sucked it down like it were milk in a baby's bottle.

"You're so funny when you're drunk!"

"Come on, Cam, join me! I have another bottle of Whiskey next to the tree," I said coyly.

I heard him grabbing it and soon he was lying next to me on the grass.

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"You know you're my bestest, bestest, bestest best friends in the whole wide world?" I mumbled to Cam, and he just giggled. Giggled? He was a grown man! "No, really, Cam! I don't just go stargazing with anyone you know!" I hiccupped again and he carried on laughing, and I don't think he could stop. His laughing set me off as well and soon we were clutching onto each other and feeling our six packs coming along, our stomachs hurt so much.

"Hey, Cam," I giggled around another hiccup.

"What?" He slurred.

"Wanna hear a pick up line?"

"Go on then! Hit me!" He flung his arms out to the side and smacked me in the face.

"Bastard! Okay, how about this one?" I cleared my throat and went onto my elbows so I could look down at Cam. "If sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!" He snorted.

"Wait, wait, I got one: Is your daddy a pirate? 'Cuz you sure could have fooled me with a booty like that!" Cam said.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by you again?"

"Did you just fart, because you blew me away!" Cam announced.

"Eww, Cam! That's disgusting!"

"I got another one! My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in!"

"I'm being compared to diarreah; it must be my lucky day!" I laughed ten hiccuped again. "Hey, Cam, I have an idea." I stage whispered to him.

"What is it?" He whispered back.

"I don't know, I forgot."

"Phee! You had me there for a minute!"

I started cackling like a mad psychopath and rolling around in the grass.

"Phee, I know what we should do!"

"What?"

"We should tattoo 'bastard' on Zed's forehead as he sleeps."

"Oh my God, that's a fantastic idea! We should do that! Right now! Come on!" I groped to the side of me for my bottle of Vodka to find that it wasn't there. I looked over at the grass and saw nothing. "Cam, did you steal my Vodka bottle?"

"Maybe you drank it all."

"If I had drunken it all, I would be drunk wouldn't I!"

"Oh yeah, good point."

I lay back down and looked up to see Flynn looking down at me, mightily amused. "Bastard, you stole my liquor, didn't you!"

"Nope, that wasn't me, I know better than to take your bottles from you. It was Zed who did it," Flynn chuckled.

"So the even bigger bastard did it?"

"I'm not that bad, you know!" Zed exclaimed, popping into my line of sight above me.

"Yeah you are, but your eyes are nice I guess..." I mused.

"And his butt!" Cam burst out as if he couldn't hold back the comment. I smacked his arm. "Oww!" he pouted. "You made my arm go oww-y!"

"You deserved it."

"Humph. You don't want him, so why can't I have him?! It's not fair!" He whined.

"You don't want me?" Zed pouted and stared down at me.

"Now you'd you start now! You're an arsehole, why would I want you?" I demanded.

"Ooo... Arseholes..." Cam said dreamily.

"Shut up, man whore."

"I've told you already, Phee, I prefer accomplished lover!" He scowled at me. We then started smacking each other, like a typical cat fight between two girls.

"Ladies, ladies, break it up!" Flynn said, not doing well to hold back laughs. "Zed, pick up Val and take her home, I'll deal with Cam." Flynn scrunched up his nose in distaste.

I giggled again, "Cam, you've scarred him!"

Flynn rolled his eyes. "You guys are a pain in my arse."

"Oh, I'm sorry baby, we'll use more lubricant next time," Cam said apologetically. Zed and I burst out laughing at the look of horror on Flynn's face.

Zed bent and picked me up, and I couldn't hold in the sigh of contentment from being in his arms. My wolf settled down as well. "See you at the house, Cam!" I called back over Zed shoulder. I buried my head into his shoulder and breathed in his scent of cut grass. I smelt traces of burnt sugar and I growled quietly, rubbing my face on him to replace it. I was drunk, I must be, because I normally wouldn't do this. I could feel Zed smirking. Bastard.

"Val?" I hummed in answer. "Why does Cam call you Phee?" he asked.

"Because my middle name is Phoenix and a Phoenix is how I fly in the RAF: Fast, deadly, and beautiful, Cam says. He also says some shit about rising from the ashes or something. Everyone in the RAF calls me it," I admitted to him. I just answered him, no thought about what I was saying.

"It suits you. You mind if I call you Phoenix or Phee instead?"

"Nah, it's fine" I said drowsily and hiccupped again, making him smile.

"Come on, let's get you home." He started jogging and the rhythm of his rises and falls lulled me to sleep in his arms.

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Hello my lovelies! I updated quite quickly after the last, don't you think? Well anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter and tell me any thoughts or questions you might have! Remember to COMMENT VOTE SHARE and I love you always my fabulous readers!!!!!! - Mia xxx