“Thank you,” Emma stepped out of the car.
Patrick also helped her with the luggage from the trunk. But as they approached the door, she noticed someone inside. Florence had arrived early and taken care of everything in her house.
“Alice is here too, she made steaks,” Florence embraced Emma and caught sight of Patrick behind her, her expression turning guarded.
“He’s here to help me get my things from the hospital,” Emma explained.
Patrick, seeing Jeff peeking out from behind Florence, felt unwelcome and, somewhat sullenly, placed the luggage by the door, exchanged brief goodbyes, and turned to leave.
Emma watched him depart, feeling like a shooed-away puppy, and called out to him, “Aren’t you going to leave a phone number?”
Then, she almost glimpsed a mischievously victorious expression on Patrick’s face.
…
Alice’s cooking was always delicious, and with Jeff’s milk tea pudding, they had a hearty dinner at her house. Her home had not been this lively in a long time. Florence told her that in a couple of days, the young people in the Pack would be throwing a big party at the club to celebrate their successful repelling of the rogue wolves, with Emma being the key figure.
Emma didn’t like such a grandiose affair, but it was rare for the people in the Pack to have something worth celebrating, and she wouldn’t refuse, as it was what Edward wanted; he had always thought the young people in the Pack were not lively enough.
After taking a shower, she noticed she had two missed calls and three messages on her phone, all from Patrick. The first was a greeting; the second said that evening, he hadn’t completely lost control, he knew Emma had entered the forest, but he was too weak to respond to her. And the third, he hoped Emma could call him.
She did, perhaps because she had had a bit to drink that night.
The call was answered almost immediately, “Hey.”
“Dinner over?”
“Edward’s family has left, but I promised them I’d go to their place for dinner later,” she was grateful for their conversation, it felt natural.
“I’m sorry about this afternoon, I shouldn’t have pressured you,” Patrick sounded remorseful.
“Acceptable,” Emma recalled the bloody kiss and how she had injured his lips.
“I miss you, are you free tomorrow? Come out for a coffee.”
“I’m busy these two days, I have my own matters. Don’t you need to go back?”
“Holiday. I think Harry can handle things for me,” Patrick paused and said, “Nicola and he both miss you.” This reminded Emma of their time together with Nicola, she missed them also.
After the call, Emma lay on her bed, the phone covering her face. She was confused. Patrick’s words clearly indicated he would be staying in this Pack for a while longer. But what did he mean? Asking her this afternoon to be his Luna, was he serious? Could they be considered partners?
Another sleepless night.
Luckily, she had the next two days scheduled to be very busy. Edward arranged for her to undergo several training sessions, after which they would evaluate whether she could continue patrolling. She eagerly accepted this test, as she was sure she would excel.
The next afternoon, Florence arrived early at her house, and they agreed to drive directly to the club. Emma rarely participated in such events; she couldn’t even pick out a suitable dress. Usually, she was always in sportswear.
“Emma, why don’t you try the one I gave you?” Florence opposed her usual choice for the fifth time.
“I don’t like this pink. It makes me look especially childish, my breasts aren’t as big as yours, it will become very loose on me,” Emma said with a disdainful expression.
“Alright. I’m going to order a pizza now. Jeff will be here at 6. If you can’t decide, you will have to wear my dress,” Florence had lost her patience. Since being with Jeff, it seemed she had forgotten her previous days of shopping, when she would spend a whole day just for a hat.
Emma didn’t know what to wear, she didn’t even want to go. She thought of her mother, Amy, who had attended such gatherings a few times. Suddenly, she sat up, remembering her mother’s clothes; she had left some in the room.
When Florence came back with the pizza, she screamed as soon as she saw Emma coming out of her room, “Damn!”
“Hey, watch your language,” Emma warned.
“You look beautiful, just like a young Aunt Amy,” Florence couldn’t take her eyes off her, walking around to get a full view of Emma.
Emma remembered her mother once wearing a white v-neck off-shoulder dress, paired with some metal chains, looking young and elegant. She had loved seeing her mother in that dress, but she had never worn itagain. She never thought she would find it again.
It seemed Florence also approved of her aesthetic. Excitedly, Florence said, “I’m going to give you a beautiful makeup look. Tonight, every man will go crazy for you!”
Florence used a curling iron to style Emma’s hair, giving it a voluminous yet elegant look. Emma put on the necklace and gold earrings her mother had left behind. In the mirror, she realized how much she resembled her mother, especially in her eyes.
As she fanned herself with her hand, she kept murmuring, “I can’t cry.”
“You look so beautiful, Emma,” Florence exclaimed again, taking out her phone to take a photo of Emma all dressed up, intending to post it on Facebook and Instagram.
But they didn’t have much time for photos. They had barely eaten a slice of pizza when Jeff’s car honked outside, the sound echoing throughout the neighborhood. Emma knew Florence’s patience was quite like someone else’s.
The club was in the southeast part of the Pack, near a few cities where humans still lived. Tonight, the club would be marked as closed to the public, as it was a werewolf night.
There were several guards at the entrance, checking the identities of the guests. It was Emma’s first time attending such an event, and with her handbag in tow, she nervously followed the crowd into the club.
One of the guards at the front approached Emma, “Miss Bess, you don’t need to wait in line. Our boss said tonight’s party is for you; you can go right in.”
Emma was surprised. She didn’t want such attention, but at Florence’s urging, they walked in under the gaze of the people in line.
After entering the dimly lit corridor, they arrived at the bar filled with music and drinks. Rhythmic electronic music filled the bar.
Emma found a spot to sit, and Florence handed her a low-proof cocktail. Tonight, the drinks and fries were all self-service.
“I love this place too much,” Emma whispered in Florence’s ear, her body swaying involuntarily to the rhythm.
Soon, the club filled up, most faces familiar to Emma, but some not so much. She noticed William, but avoided his gaze. Some older wolves also came to greet Emma. Florence was right; she was the focus tonight, with girls coming up to greet her.
“You look beautiful, Emma. This is Belly, Ailiya, Mary,” Nancy said, raising her glass, accompanied by two other pretty girls.
“Thank you. Hello, everyone,” Emma greeted awkwardly. Florence walked away to attend to Jeff.
“The guys are all talking about you tonight,” Belly said.
“Maybe because I didn’t give them a chance on that day?” Emma took a sip of her drink.
“You don’t seem so fierce. After all, you are a pure white wolf,” Ailiya chuckled.
“Sorry?” Emma didn’t quite understand, noticing Ailiya’s excessive attention.
Ailiya shrugged, “You don’t know? A white wolf signifies Luna, or an outstanding mate. Men think that obtaining you elevates their status. All the males have been in heat since they entered; the smell is everywhere.”
“Ailiya’s had too much to drink,” Belly laughed, seemingly not wanting to continue this topic.
Emma didn’t seek this kind of male approval; she made an excuse to leave her seat and headed to the restroom. She caught a whiff of Patrick’s scent, albeit faint; he must have been here.
Instead of returning to her seat, she followed the faint scent all the way to the dance floor, where the lights were too flashy for her to find Patrick’s figure.
Frustrated, she had another whiskey. Her head was light; she was getting a bit drunk. She was angry that the young members of the Blue Halo Pack hadn’t invited this benefactor to the party.
Emma started swaying on the dance floor, needing some wildness and relaxation; some men joined her in her dancing.
But she felt a hand deliberately close to her backside, making her uncomfortable. She pushed the person away, but they kept following her.
“Get your damn hands off me!” Emma exploded.
“Emma, you look beautiful tonight,” William said in a low voice near her neck.
Emma realized what he was up to, and she pushed him away, but he caught her arm with force.
“What are you doing?!” Emma struggled, the alcohol making it hard for her to exert precise force; she wouldn’t drink this much next time.
“You’re drunk, I’ll take you home,” William said, holding her with force. The dance floor lights were dazzling, and in a dark corner, no one could see their actions clearly; they would all think they were just flirting.
“William! Let go of me!”
“You damn well let go of me!” As Emma spoke, Patrick’s warning voice came from behind him.
“You?” William clearly had also had too much to drink; otherwise, he would have let go. So he made a foolish decision and threw a punch at Patrick.
The dance floor erupted into screams; Patrick, with absolute dominance, subdued William, giving him a few punches. “Don’t come near my girl again!”
“Patrick, that’s enough!” Emma didn’t want an Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack fighting in the Blue Halo Pack.
Patrick stopped, but an Alpha’s scent erupted from him; his anger and his wolf came out together, and Emma was scared. She was still a bit afraid of his wolf.
Patrick grabbed Emma’s hand and, to the onlookers, led her out of the club.
Patrick’s grip was strong, making Emma’s wrist feel as if it were broken. He took Emma directly to the SUV, opened the back door, pushed her in, got in himself, and locked the car door.
Emma pushed against the seat with her hands, so she wouldn’t lie down directly. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Patrick didn’t answer; he kissed Emma directly on the mouth, his hands forcefully kneading her breasts. It caused pain for Emma, but also a hint of pleasurable sweetness.
As if she wouldn’t be defeated, Emma pushed Patrick’s shoulders and sat on his lap, kissing him again under his intense gaze. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging air and saliva. The taste of whiskey in Emma’s mouth was strong, making the kiss even more intoxicating.
Patrick’s hand slipped into her dress, kneading her buttocks, his middle finger rubbing against a certain spot over her underwear. Soon, he was satisfied to hear the wetness and Emma’s moans.
Emma moved her hips to meet his hand, feeling the hardness of Patrick’s crotch against her lower abdomen. Her body started to heat up, and she wanted his hand to enter her dress and knead her buttocks, but his finger quickly entered her body.
Emma felt her zipper being pulled down by Patrick; her dress was removed, then her bra, and finally her panties. The back seat was spacious enough for two people. Patrick reclined the seat back, and they entwined and kissed on top.
“Emma, next time, you can’t wear this kind of dress. Do you know how the men at that club look at you?” Patrick angrily exclaimed.
Emma giggled; she was pleased that today she could affect this gentleman’s emotions.
“Do you want me? Do you?” Patrick, controlling his last bit of reason, cupped Emma’s face and asked.
Emma mischievously reached for his swollen crotch, “Yes.”
Then she heard a low growl from Patrick. He pulled out his hard, burning cock and pressed it against her entrance.
Emma was nervous; she had never been with another man before. She didn’t know what kind of world she was about to enter, but she was willing to hand the reins over to Patrick.
The first sensation was a powerful, overwhelming impact, a pain that shot from her vagina straight to her brain.
She felt as if she had been completely pierced.