Olive’s hair was no longer in a ponytail. Instead, it was over her shoulders in wavy smoothness. It had been straightened then recurled at the ends. One side was tucked behind her ear, while the other side covered that side of her face. Vanessa had done her eyebrows and added a bit of eyeshadow to her eyes. Her lips were still red, but a bit shinier. Vanessa had replaced her printed skirt with a short body-con leather skirt but let her wear the crop top. The icing on the cake was an Arabian perfume that was sprayed over her. It screamed alluring.
“Now you look and smell alluring. Let’s see how your Alpha male rejects this,” Vanessa praised as she looked at Olive with pride.
“You’ve got a nice waist, girl. So slim,” Dolly said and Olive chuckled. She heard that a lot.
“Thanks, Vanessa,” she appreciated with a thumbs up.
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s go to the Circular Cabinet. I’m quite sure he would come there,” Vanessa replied and they headed out through the door. They got there five minutes later and entered, only to see Wayne having a meeting with his men. Immediately they stepped in, all eyes fell on Olive.
‘Damn,’ Terry accidentally said through their mind links that was still open. Wayne shot him a glare and he gulped and looked away. But Jericho, Shem, Crusoe and even Jake were still looking at her with mouths open. It wasn’t that Olive dressed in a too sexual way. Girls dressed like that all the time. But there was something about Olive that could bring men to their knees even if she wore a mourning outfit. She was just that sexy lady.
“Hi, baby girl. Damn it, you look amazing this afternoon,” Shem was the one who spoke up. Of course it would be him.
“Hey, Shem. How are you?” Olive asked with a smile.
“I’m fine, sweetie,” he flashed her a sweet smile too. Wayne cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the counter of the bar where they were gathered. Sweetie, huh? Shem was really a pain.
“Would you like something to drink?” Jericho asked.
“Sure,” Olive answered and walked towards the bar slowly. Her hips was swiftly changing sides and the sight of her belly button was making Wayne’s veins pop out. He looked away and pretended like she didn’t exist. But even her scent was intoxicating.
“You two okay?” Jake asked as he looked from Wayne to Olive.
“We should round up the drinks production soon. Preparations for the Mating Ritual should begin in earnest. I would be inviting the Alpha of Swirling so I want the best out of this,” he stated, totally ignoring his Beta. Jake cleared his throat.
“Yes, sir,” he said. Olive almost stopped walking. The mention of the Mating Ritual struck a strong cord in her heart. It was her Mating Ritual. When she would be the real Luna of the pack. And the Alpha of Swirling was going to be there? He was a European Alpha, known for his large business of shipping weapons to all other packs. He was also in the Mafia. Olive gulped. That man was ruthless too they said.
“I could mix you up a cocktail right now, Olive. Would you like to see my cocktail skills?” Jericho asked Olive who was already at the counter, few inches away from Wayne. She tilted her head in a cute way and looked at him.
“Let me see it.”
“All right. Sex On The Beach, Tequila Sunrise, Espresso Martini or Daiquiri?”
“Sex…” she glanced at Wayne and their eyes met for a second.
“On the beach,” she completed and pinned her lips seductively then blinked slowly. Wayne’s throat constricted. Sex… on the beach. Why did that have a literal meaning in his head? He remembered that day at the River White. How she looked like a goddess.
Immediately, Wayne made a mental note to get her down on the sandy chores of a beach and punish her for this day.
Jericho smirked when he heard her choice. Shem grinned at her and walked to her. He held her waist and she placed her hands on his chest out of surprise at his contact though she didn’t really show it.
He carried her up and she squealed before he sat her on the counter, right where Wayne’s hand was tapping. Her butt brushed against his fingers and his eyes landed on her exposed sides. He looked up at Shem and shot him a glare but his wicked stepbrother winked at him instead. Wayne got on his feet and began to walk out.
“Hey, Olive. What do you think about going to the Valor House with me tonight?” Vanessa quickly asked and Wayne’s feet stopped walking on their own.
“Yes. I was thinking of hitting the club today too. Come with us, Olive and make sure you look hot,” Shem added.
“Sure. I do go clubbing back at Selcece Pack,” she smiled and received the glass of cold cocktail from Jericho. She took a sip and moaned at the taste.
“Good, right?” Jericho asked with gleaming eyes.
“Make this for me everyday, Jeri,” she said and took another sip. Jake, Terry and Crusoe were just standing and being spectators of the drama in the Circular Cabinet. Dolly had already told them what they were doing and they couldn’t help but hide their laughter. Wayne was still standing there, his fists clenched.
“You’ve got really smooth skin, Olive. Feels like butte-” Shem was pinned by his brother against the hard, wooden wall before he could complete his sentence. His face was turning red and his veins had already corded.
“Way-wayne,” Shem croaked as he had already lost all contact with oxygen.
“Wayne!” Dolly screamed but the Alpha seemed intent on killing his brother. They all knew how dangerous it was for Wayne to choke anybody. He involuntarily releases poison into them.
“Don’t-you-dare-touch-my-woman!” he growled. The temperature had already dropped dead cold, and his hair was moving slightly again. Olive gulped and jumped down from the counter. No one else was moving and she wondered why they couldn’t stop him.
“Wayne!” she yelled at him and placed the glass on the space she just left.
“What are you doing? Stop!” she scolded but he didn’t. Shem was already turning blue. She panicked badly and pushed Wayne. But he was so strong. It was like he was possessed. She exhaled angrily and began to punch his face. Jake hurriedly walked to them and began to pull Wayne from his brother.
“Wayne,” Olive cried and held his arm. He gently released Shem who slid down to the floor immediately, gasping for air. Dolly and Vanessa ran to him. Wayne looked at Olive and she moved back.
“You,” he said, though calmly. Olive bit her lips and moved back again.
“You’re trying to see me go berserk, huh?” he asked and Olive looked at Dolly and Vanessa for help but they averted their gazes from her immediately.
“You started it,” she retorted and he began to move closer to her. She took more steps back and he took more steps forward.
“Out, everyone,” he ordered and they sped out. Shem got on his feet, coughed then smiled at Olive.
“Anytime you need to awaken that possessive side of your mate, just gimme a call baby,” he said and winked. Wayne tore him a look and he ran out chuckling.
Olive could feel her muscles quavering. She was scared… and excited too. Her back hit the counter and her eyes widened. Wayne closed in on her. His hands clutching the edge of the counter tightly and caging her in.
“Pretty mate of mine,” he whispered as he brought his face closer to hers. His eyes turned bright blue and she gulped. Why did he have three different eye colors? Wait, make that four. Plus his original human eye color.
“You wanted to seduce me, right?” he asked and rubbed his nose on hers. Her face turned pink.
“I just… I wanted you to… To talk to me,” she croaked.
“Well, you succeeded, baby. I can’t stand other men gawking and flirting with what’s mine. Even if he’s my brother,” his eyes moved all over her body and she felt like she was being eye-raped.
“You seduced me. But can you handle the repercussions of your seduction?” he asked and peered deep into her eyes. He pressed his waist against hers and her eyes widened. Was that a part of the body or a real life rock? She gulped.
The door burst open and Shem’s head peeped in.
“I’ve got protection sheaths in my cabinet, Wayne. What are friends… sorry, brothers for?”
Then he withdrew his head and shut the door.