Usually, soccer relaxed me.
It was my time to clear my mind and brush aside my problems. A time to only focus on the ball in front of me and the way it felt sprinting across the field.
Lukas has ruined that now.
My mate ruined it.
My mate.
I can’t quite wrap my head around it yet. I have met my soulmate that I am destined to be with for the remainder of my life and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Well, I could reject him, but that would end up killing me and I don’t want to die. Not yet at least. I’ll give myself maybe a few more years but after that, bye bye life. I’ve lived enough. I’ve seen enough.
To rephrase, I don’t want to die because of Lukas.
In 20 more minutes, I’ll be in my car, on my way to a hotel where I will temporarily be living. How has my life taken this turn.
I stopped thinking when coach blew his whistle to signal to us to come over to him. In all honesty, I forgot I was still running.
I jogged over to the coach along with my teammates. My human teammates were winded and panting for air but my werewolf teammates looked like they went for a light jog. I guess that is one downside of being human, their stamina sucks.
Not saying my teammates out of shape, they have great stamina—for humans. Werewolves get the luxury of advanced systems. We can do everything for a lot longer.
I’d still take a sucky endurance over a life-long mate though.
“Alright, good job today boys. Practice tomorrow and then big game on Tuesday. We lost to these suckers once, let’s not do it again.”
Coach’s speech was short but to the point. I liked it. I don’t like pointless conversation.
We did a break down and everyone dispersed.
I took of my cleats and threw them in my bag. I slipped on my slides and gathered all my belongings to leave. Hotel here I come.
I walked to my car and dumped my bag in the backseat and got into the drivers seat. I looked up the address of the hotel that Keagan sent me on iMaps. It was about 20 minutes from me.
I sighed and started my drive.
*****
I checked into the hotel room and dumped all my stuff and flopped onto the bed.
My thoughts swirled around my mate once again. I can’t help them. They push their way into my head and never leave. I think about his face, his voice, the short conversations I’ve had with him. The thought of missing him was in the back of my mind and I blocked it immediately. It’s the mate bond talking. Not me. He’s nothing but a curse. I’m free from him for now. He’s nowhere around to stop me.
I should go out and get laid. Celebrate my freedom. I need to get with a girl after all this gay shit I’ve been around.
That’s what I’m going to do.
I rummaged through my bag to find my fake ID. I hope I brought it. There’s this club downtown that never questioned your ID. They didn’t care and I loved it. It’s popular among teenagers but lowkey enough that not a lot of adults know about it.
I took a shower and got ready for my night out. I had a pounding headache but I think it’s stressed induced so I ignored it.
I dressed in jeans and and a hoodie because it’s kind of chilly outside with the fall weather and that club is always freezing inside.
I slipped on some white running shoes and I was ready to go. I was planning on getting an uber there and back. I’m not stupid enough to drunk drive.
I grabbed my phone to text Keagan my plans and if he wanted to come which he turned down. Understandable he’s not much for drinking or sex and I respect that. He wants to save himself for his mate and that’s his choice.
I chose to go be a man whore.
Around 11 I got to the club and got in with ease. Now to get a drink and start finding a girl.
It wasn’t too busy but there were still a fair share of pretty girls in tight dresses littering the place.
I downed some liquor before setting off on my journey. I’m fairly confident in myself. I’m pretty well looking and what can I say, girls are suckers for blonds with blue eyes.
I found a group of human girls and started talking to all of them. They all seem interested for the most part it’s just a matter of me picking now. The prettiest one was the most social one, having brown hair and green eyes. I want this one. She barely scraped 5’6 with her heals on and you could see all her curves through her short blue dress. You could also tell she was older, maybe 18 or 19.
“Hey, I’m Grayson,” I started and she giggled. She’s drunk as fuck.
“Callie. What do you say we get out of here? Take you back to my place,” she slurred her words.
“Lead the way,” I grinned and followed her. She stumble a bit but did not slow down. Eager. I like that. She did not live far so we walked. It was only down the street at an apartment complex.
The elevator ride up to her room and was where we started. I pinned her against the wall and started to make out with her. She breathed heavily and ran her hands down my chest, resting at the top of my jeans.
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I whispered to her and she pulled me along down the hall and unlocked the door to her room. It was small and I immediately found the bedroom and pulled her along.
She wasted no time stripping and I watched.
I wasn’t getting hard though. I should be turned on by now yet I feel nothing. This has never happened to me before. I’m in the same room as a pretty naked girl and I feel nothing. Fuck.
She motioned me over to the bed and pushed me down, taking control. That’s hot. she slipped my shirt of slowly and trailed down to the button of my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with my boxers.
She grabbed my dick and started stroking it, trying it make it come to life. Her hands felt like fire on me and it did not feel good. She looked up at me sexily before putting her mouth on it.
Holy shit it burned.
She sucked me for a few moments before I pushed her off. I can’t deal with it.
“Why aren’t you hard? Do I not turn you on? Am I not pretty enough for you?” she pouted and stood up.
“No, you’re gorgeous, I don’t know what’s wrong,” I mumbled.
This was awkward. She probably thinks I have a broken dick. That I have problems. I wanted her to turn me on. She should turn me on. But she isn’t turning me on.
“I-I think I should go,” I mumbled, the embarrassment was creeping up my neck quickly and into my face. I pulled my boxers and pants back on and quickly put on my shirt. I grabbed the rest of my things and left, not turning back.
What the fuck just happened. Why did it hurt for her to touch me?
I called an uber to come get me. I just want to go back to the hotel and sleep. I’ve been out long enough.
The time was just a bit past 1 and the buzz of the alcohol wore off. I barely drank and the werewolf part of me burned through it fast.
I stood outside the apartment complex and waited for my uber that was close by until something caught my attention, well someone.
A guy across the street sitting on a bench. He kept staring at me, trying to examine my face. None the less I was creeped out.
He pulled out his phone and held it up to his ear. He was calling someone. I could smell that he was a werewolf from here.
His eyes didn’t leave me and I was uncomfortable. He talked for a few moments and hung up again. He remained on the bench.
Thankfully, my uber pulled up and I got the hell out of there.
That was weird. All of it.
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