Stoned.
What I can only see now is Rose.
My eyes shut. I force them open but they seem obdurate, then I give in.
I am being dragged by someone to a place. I don’t know who this person is but I can smell such’s cologne.
I wake up to find myself, half-naked, in a spacious room with lamps at each corner. I jerk awake from the cosy bed, and stare at the walls. And the pictures.
I can see a wolf’s diagram. My gasps reduce a bit. At least, not a Vampire’s. Even if the wolf had a field day on me, I won’t be miserable. So far it’s not a Vampire. I place my hands on my chest, and notice that I am on my clothes. Drawing my hand from my navel down to my knees, I can only see myself on a tight and revealing, short skirt. I grab a towel from the stool near me, and cover myself immediately. I stand up to make a move but I can only see that my hair is rough, unkempt, and crap. Just like I engaged in an intense fight yester night. When these thoughts can no longer store itself in my mind, I instinctively mutter: “Where is this?” My mouth reeks of alcohol. I sniff around to ensure where the smell came from but I only get an horrible breath.
Then, a muscular folk opens the door, and enters. He shuts the door, and smiles as he comes near me. He does not wear any shirt but he is clad in a boxer.
“You are up?” He asks me, and my top dress falls. I draw it up immediately and give him a disdainful look. He chuckles, and sits near me.
“Please, who are you?” I ask him, my hand still supporting the top dress.
“It’s your mate, Ben.” He says, and my mind clicks.
“Oh, Ben!” I exclaim. “What’s up?”
“I am good.” He chuckles as he replies. I reach out for the falling Bluetooth, and the top dress falls, leaving me almost bare. I am embarrassed.
“Ben, can you give me a minute?” I say, bending my head, and pulling the cloth to draw near to my chest.
“I promise we will talk later.” I promise, and he agrees. He goes out, and shuts the door behind him.
I let loose of all the clothes, and run to lock the door. I close it, and jump on the bed. No cloth to put on? I think.
“You can check the wardrobes.” An husky voice says from outside. I know it’s Ben. Thank goodness, it was as though he heard what I thought.
I open the wardrobe, and shiver some whoas. I pick up a green shirt and black shiny skirt. Immediately I wear it, Ben knocks the door.
“Are you not done?” He says. “I am going to the field soon.”
“I am done.” I reply, and stagger to unlock the door. He enters, and hugs me immediately. Kissing me from my forehead down to my shoulders. He wants to go down the more but I stop him.
“Alpha Ben!” He stops, and dumps me on the bed. I jam myself on the bed, and lay immediately. He stands up, goes to the door and locks it, then he climbs the bed and lay beside me.
“Please, can I know where I am?” I ask. “What or Who brought me here?”
“I did.” He retorts. “You were drunk yesternight.”
“You are just being stupid.” I retort. “I will never get drunk.”
“Sophia, I have a proof.” He says, and I listen attentively. I look at his hands, expecting him to bring out a piece of paper or download something from the Internet.
“What is the proof?” I can now see that it’s Ben.
“Rose.” He calls.
“Rose? Oh! Where is she?”
“I took her to her hostel. She was also drunk.” He says. I breathe and my mouth reeks of alcohol, my forehead furrows.
“Why didn’t you take us both to our hostel?” I ask him.
“You are my future Luna. I am your Alpha. You need protection.” He explains.
I sigh. “But I am not 18 yet.” I say.
“You keep saying this. I have told you a million times that you have to be here so that any other person won’t mark you.”
“And what if you are not my chosen mate?” He stares wildly into my eyes when he heard what I said.
“Change your mindset. You are not leaving here.” He says, with an annoyingly baritone voice.
“Are you forcing me to get mated to you?” I ask him, kind of confused.
“Anything you call it.” He says, and makes a move to stand, and walk out.
“How do I reach my Parents?” I ask him.
“Know their number offhand?” He asks, softly.
“No, I don’t.” I tell him.
“What pack are they from?” He asks.
“I know Dad’s pack. But Mum did not tell me hers.”
“What is your Dad’s pack, and his position?”
“MoonTeam pack, a Beta.” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Dylan, right?”
I shudder, and try to hide my fear. He notices, and comes closer to me. “Sophia, you have to be here. I will get some information from your Dad.”
“Alright Ben. Please, I will expect your response.” I reply.
He opens the door, and before he can go out, I say: “Are you a Werewolf or a Vampire?”