Chapter Two
Nevada's POV
"Two more minutes." I pouted as I felt rays of sunshine
"Wake up Vada! You'll be late for college!"
I grumbled as the duvet was yanked off my body and I had to sit up. I looked at my sister as she chuckled and mocked me.
"You look horrible, get up!" She teased.
I grumbled and stood up then went to.the bathroom to freshen up and took my bath. Half an hour later, I was on my way to school, I was studying business administration at a small college half an hour's drive to my house and my life was perfect or so I thought it was. I had no friends in school, no real friends or anything or even a mate to begin with and I was twenty-twenty years old, at that point, I had given up on life.
My sister on the other hand was nineteen and she had found her mate three years earlier, they were both madly in love with each other and though the humans had no idea we existed, werewolves did thrive well so I kept to myself, most of the times, my life was just school and home.
When I got home that day, Bernadette urged me to go to a club with her, according to her, it was a night club exclusively for werewolves only and there was a chance I could find my mate there, I was reluctant but I agreed eventually unknown to me that was more in store for me than I had earlier anticipated. I ended up drinking much or so I thought because she kept giving me shots and coercing me into drinking them.
I felt hot and wanted to use the restroom, I remember her leading me somewhere like a room and told me to relax there, after she left, I staggered out and walked into a place that looked dark. All I remembered was a deep growl which intrigued my wolf and I and the most beautiful man in the world was scowling at me, he was saying something about invading his privacy but I was too carried away by the beauty of his lips to even concentrate.
'Mate!' My wolf growled.
I placed my index finger on his lips, shushing him, he was shirtless and I ran my fingers on his bare chest, feeling his toned abs, my face turned pink with embarrassment, he grabbed my hands and drew my closer.
"Don't cross the line." He growled.
"Oh honey, the line is already crossed." I whispered, seductively and before he could retort, I stood on my toes and crashed my lips on his, taking in a taste of the beauty that beckoned on me.
"Miss Lewiston!"
I was jolted out of my reverie as Fiona called out my name once more. I looked around and saw that we were at the hall, people were looking at me weirdly and apparently, I just blanked out.
"Are you okay ma'am? You look flushed." She asked, worriedly.
"It's fine, just thought about something, so where were we?" I said, dismissively.
"No where, you said you'll do what your gut tells you to when I asked about your schedule for this night." She reminded me.
I laughed softly and sucked my bottom lip for two seconds, taking in the strawberry flavored lipstick Kelly painted on my lips.
"Ah, yes, let's mingle with people shall we? After all, they don't know who I am." I said, mischievously.
She complied and I took one last glance at him, the same man that was in my memories, he hadn't noticed me, yet, but he will soon, he surely will. We spoke to different people and some of them were pompous, some were down-to-earth, some were snobbish and I took note of this, I wasn't intending to work with total strangers so I needed to see things for myself which worked.
Fiona offered to get me some white whine which wasn't easy to get since they were serving champagne and while I stood alone, observing the room, someone bumped into me.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you coming and-" I began to apologize but she wasn't listening.
"Are you blind as a bat? Do you know how much my dress costs? Are you-" She fired, hotly but her words stuck in her throat as she lifted her head only to see that it was me.
"Y-you?" She stuttered, frightened.
I chuckled softly and shook my head.
"Aren't I just lucky today?" I remarked sarcastically.
She was visibly shaking and took few steps backwards, she looked around like she was scared of something and her lips quavered, she pointed a finger at me, her body shook as she did.
"This isn't possible, how can this be?" She muttered, rhetorically.
I was satisfied at how shocked she was, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"You're alive?"
"In flesh, yes." I replied, snidely.
She shook her head, finding it hard to come in terms with it.
"Hello, sister." I greeted, with a smirk in my face.
She gasped and the champagne glass she was holding fell from her hand and I chuckled.
"Are you okay?" I asked, feigning concern.
"Get away from me!" She snapped.
I moved backwards and she seemed to think for about a minute, after that, she regained her composure and scowled at me.
"So, you're back." She said, sassily.
I fought the urge to laugh, the transition from fear to overconfidence was just amazing but my sister was a really great actress and she still is.
"Didn't fancy meeting you here, how did you get in? Got married to some rich old man for his wealth isn't it?" She insulted.
"Do you have to be like this? We just met." I remarked, sarcastically.
"Not after you've dragged the family name into mud, you should be ashamed to show your face here."
"Should I? Last time I checked, in not the white lotus of the family anymore."
"You little wench!"
I was about to retort when Fiona arrived and was surprised to see me talking to someone.
"Here's your wine ma'am." Fiona said and gave it to me.
Bernadette scoffed and eyed me maliciously.
"She came with the package?" She asked, pointing at Fiona.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Fiona asked.
"Bernadette Claremont." Bernadette introduced, proudly.
I snickered, seeing that she took his last name.
"Bernadette Claremont? Never heard of it, of course Claremont sounds familiar, Claremont Company actually, but never heard of a Bernadette." Fiona said, naively.
Bernadette's face turned red from anger and I laughed, sipping my wine to enjoy the scene.
"How dare you! I'm the CEO of Kenosha Company, wife to Grey Claremont." She bragged.
"Mr. Claremont is quite popular in the business world but he isn't married, oh, I know! You're the fiance who claims to be his wife for the clout!" Fiona exclaimed.
I burst into laughter as Bernadette's face fell, she was without steeze and I loved it. She was about to speak when someone intervened, someone I wasn't expecting that soon.
"Who says she's chasing the title for clout?" A deep baritone voice questioned.
Bernadette's face curved into a smile and the man walked up to her then wrapped his hands around her waist to signify dominance.
"Are you trying to belittle my fiancee?" The man queried Fiona.
"No, I wasn't."
"Don't!" He snapped at her and I took another sip of the wine, that voice. The same that I thought I'd never hear again, the one that echoes in my nightmares and haunts me, that same voice.
"If you know me then you'll know that I do not take my woman lightly so who gave you the audacity to speak to her disrespectfully?" He scolded, though hai voice wasn't loud yet it seem to resonate in the room.
It was just as I remembered, his aura and presence commanded respect, it was as if Fiona's tongue were tied as she couldn't utter a word and the pain, the pain he made me go through, ud envision this moment for years, how I'd react when I see him again. The rejection was fresh in my memory, the excruciating pain gripped at my heart, causing my breath to hitch but I maintained my composure.
"I did." I intervened then watched as the proud look on his face transitioned from arrogance to shock then fear under ten seconds.
