and surveyed the dance floor. It was filled with the usual mix of patrons. The first group being werewolves that craved making trouble away from rule enforcers of the pack. Rule enforcers were elders and parents that weren't at complete ease that teen werewolves could have fun around humans without exposing and therefore risking the whole community.

Then there was the second group; humans constituting the club patron number by ninety percent. They were loud, careless and mostly seniors from school. All of us were out here on fake IDs. The DJ took a second to announce Danielle and the crowd went berserk because she was a great performer. Hands went up in the air with hundreds of iPhone screens lit to catch highlight moments in photo galleries and social media for clout and keepsake.

"Brady!" The fence team captain yelled out my name. In one hand he held a three quarters full bottle of grey goose. And in the other, an iPhone was tilted to get me on camera for his thousand plus followers.

I grinned holding up my own bottle of the same white spirit in salute and chugged a good chunk of it, for the camera. As I did so, I caught a familiar smell; Pomegranate and vanilla.

I looked to my right and saw him.

Malia's twin brother in a nightclub.

You don't understand, Malik didn't club, every inch of him was a solid testament to his glowing, pretty boy status and to my delight he seemed like he was having a good time for once. Moving sinuously to music. I gulped another sip still not believing he was mated to anyone else other than me. A female no less.

Because he always had come off as gay and I'd sort of had a thing for him.

I felt my lips stretch out in a smile because I knew that even though he so obviously danced like that and If I or any of my friends were to ask him. He'd vehemently deny it. One time when he was thirteen Evan caught him checking out a guy. But when confronted, he threw a fit that had resulted in us unnecessarily getting the freeze out treatment from his twin sister. The wolf in me enjoyed giving her brother a thorough teasing. So for a second, I considered issuing the boy an invite to hang out, but I was with the gang and none of them fucked with him. He had two problems; too sensitive and too emotional. He took everything way too personally like such a girl.

Tyler stepped up to the railing beside me. "How'yu holding up?"

"Barely."

"The witch-hunt is tomorrow, we need you in shape." he reminded.

"I know," I replied..

"You look horrible," He paused, then finally said out his thoughts as my Beta. "You need a fix, to shape up for tomorrow."

He was talking about how sex could relieve me if I focused on pleasure. Because ever since I started feeling made, something hadn't been right with me. I'd get hazes where my vision went blurry at the most importune times, I felt drained for strength all the time and I had tried every orthodox relief method. Nothing worked except fucking but I'd get nauseous in the middle of it. So even though it offered some relief it came with a lot of work.

"I saw Olivia drinking pineapple juice by the bar and Amanda is on the dance floor burning off tequila shots with her friends. Pick your vice." Both girls were humans and far better than were girls to fuck around with.

"I need a minute to breathe." just as I said that my breathing labored and my gums started to hurt the same way they would before a shift.

Very quickly Tyler bumped his shoulder against mine, within the second Greg rushed over to press his controlled weight against my side. I leaned into them, deepening the contact. Blue blooded wolves like me craved touch after being made and when drained for power, we could be recharged by our mates. However, my mate hadn't shown up yet despite the clear fact that I'd been revealed to them already. Because of that for months now I'd been draining off the power a lot. Sir Isaac had recommended I not go anywhere without my servers so they could substitute my mate in all other ways but the ways that actually mattered.

"What is it?" Tyler asked. "I felt you tense."

"My wolf is restless, something's off."

"Force yourself to think about council business instead." Greg encouraged.

I was eighteen now but ever since I turned fifteen I'd been appointed the head of an unofficial youth were council, which had been formed decades ago in an attempt to strengthen alliances between various groups of the supernatural order. My Father has insisted I take on that role to learn of all the well kept secrets of the supernatural world. And also to exercise my leadership capabilities in time for when I would inherit my actual role as Alpha. He had done it in his youth and so had the Blue bloods before him.

Tyler, Greg and Evan had also publicly competed for and merit-fully earned the privilege to become my officially appointed servers. As the Beta, Delta and Zeta to my Alpha. Representing the most powerful youth shifter species in our region, and each of them controlled one or more areas of the black market information, weapons and security trade. Our primary mission outside of ourselves was to keep humans from learning of our existence. Humans were to never learn of our existence, they had the gene of overreaction and with the human law not protecting us the world was at risk of another war that would definitely destroy planet earth.

"You're still tense," Tyler noted. "Are you thinking about your Dad's...?"

"It's more than that," I shut him up.

Greg shook his head and Tyler raised a brow, neither of them believing me.

"Of course, I'm worried about my Father. I always am, you are too and if the pack knew they'd be too. He's the fucking Alpha but there's something else. Something my wolf senses here. Now." Suddenly, a smell hit me that was pure pleasure, like a perfect warm dinner after a hunt, like a melody sung by an enchantress and the best sex ever compressed into one muted faraway scent.

I frowned, doubt crippling me because I knew the truth but I braved to ask anyway, because ever since feeling made. I'd pick up this same scent here and there as if the gods were trying to let me in on a secret. "Do you think it's possible for me to smell a mate before they've come to me yet?"

"Not possible man, you're an Alpha, that task falls to your mate. But take comfort in this, if she's here she'll come to you, the mate bond ensures that." Tyler said then took one look at me and wore his concern explicitly. "Eish you must be really out of it, c'me here," Tyler said, pressing his hand over my head for temperature. "Shit."

A commotion ensued below the balcony, grabbing our attention.

A group of senior boys, several of them from the football team had surrounded Malia's brother. He didn't look frightened, but from the way he was moving, he was wasted. Like a total first time drinker.

"Let's go." I started toward the stairs, knowing my friends would follow.

Greg grabbed me back by the shoulder. "Malik can take care of himself, you need to deal with your situation first." He advised.

"He's drunk and a flight risk right now with how sensitive and emotional he is don't you think he's at risk of exposing all of us? If they provoke him too far." I reasoned.

Tyler cursed, "Ugh, that snob. What's he doing here anyway, he's a junior. He should be at home reading the classics or watching PragerU videos, being better than the rest of us? I'll kill him myself, this time."

Already getting on their way to help Greg agreed. "Not if I kill him first."

"Anyone seen Evan?" I asked as we all climbed down the stairs.

"No." Tyler replied, "That dog's probably under someone's clit right now in the backseat of a car or whatever. All I know is that I need to get my hands on that prissy snob before he gets us all in trouble."

Greg and I met eyes and then chuckled. We all had our quirks but in the group, Tyler is the one who had the shortest fuse and strangest sense of justice.

Tyler reached for my arm. "Let me take the lead."

"And I'll do what? Just stand there and look disgusted?"

"Yes, Sir." He raised his brows, daringly. When I didn't say anything back I saw the wheels turn in his eyes then he summoned. "Greg. Brady and I will handle the football team but you can go get him either Amanda or Olivia they're always down for our Alpha here."

Greg pat me on the back then he was off the opposite direction we took.

The scent that had intrigued me earlier grew stronger as we approached the dance floor. I tried to ignore it, but it was so fucking intoxicating. I turned my head trying to find the source of it, but there were too many girls that caught my eye. Of so many variations and all sorts of textures with appealing features but none of them were my mate. I could feel it, and it was so damn disappointing.

My wolf stirred.

A low growl rumbled in my chest.

My control wasn't going to last long, not with this scent driving me crazy. My wolf gained the upper hand for a moment when I gulped some more of the grey goose watching in suspended fashion as Tyler went in on the team and Malia's brother. Like I said my senses were scattered all over the place so I didn't register what was said or what wasn't. My vision was a little blurry too, when I finally came to, the football team had disbursed and Tyler was just standing opposite of me grinning at the next scene. Malia's brother was all up in my face hands wailing about. His pink lips were wet and moving a mile a minute as though he was angry about something.

However I couldn't hear him so I took a hold of his arm and I yanked him to me, away from the middle of the floor to the corner and held him tightly in my arms. As I held him close, I experienced even more of the nuances of that damn scent, for a moment I thought, 'what if the gods made a mistake and he's really my mate?'. But that was too far fetched even the pups knew that so all I could do was shift focus from my infatuation and give focus on surveying the crowd.

Unfortunately, Malia's brother was making it impossible as he fought the holding place I'd put him in. I had him with his back against the wall, my hand steady on his waist to keep him in place. I didn't want to let him go for more reasons than just keeping him steady but I was forced to eventually. Because in fighting my hold on me, he kept wrestling me causing friction between us.

A sweet and delicious kind of friction that was throwing me into a haze of uncontrolled lust and evident arousal. As though his very own wet lips were around the head of my swelling dick. I realized that I wanted that and that was dangerous, especially in my state. So I gave out an order. "Get Malia's brother out of here," I commanded to my friends.

Malik, pushed me to release him, and then as soon I did he slapped me across the cheek. "I have a name! it's Malik!!!" His face was vulnerable and flushed with anger, but God, it made him look way too attractive. "Ma-lee-k." He emphasized. His lips were pink, wet, and kissable and I really wanted to feel if as they were as soft as they looked. Oh gods, words alone can't describe how bad I wanted to take him. I wanted him so bad. Right there and then.

Tyler started fitting in laughter just as Greg approached us Olivia behind him in a red mini that clung to her like second skin and diamond encrusted six inch heels to show off her French tip pedicure. "I heard you were looking for me?" She smiled radiantly as she wasted no time pulling me into her space by the collar of my shirt. That's how Olivia and I were, no games just upfront displays of casual desire. So I wasn't surprised when she took my mouth and I let my palms rest on her full hips. That scent was starting to disappear but it had already imprinted itself in my mind so my arousal was at its highest and my dick was still hardening.

Even though I wanted to I couldn't sink into her in public. So I pulled away from Olivia and her raspberry scented perfume. I nipped at her earlobe, whispering. "I'm parked outside Mon Cher?"

She was French and always appreciated when I spoke to her in her mother tongue. She softly moaned pulling away from me with my car keys from my pockets. "Your condoms or mine?" She rasped a question.

"Mine."

"You have my consent, but don't take too long." She winked at me. "Bye boys, and play nice that's Malia's little brother. You know how she gets about him."

Malik whimpered softly, a tear dropped from his left eye. It made him look fragile and even more out of place in this club. His face had gone pale, and he drew a hand against his stomach. It occurred to me too late that he was about to throw up. By the time it occurred to me he'd already had people surrounding him with their iPhones out.

By the end of the night, I knew he'd be a meme people would comment on to express their distaste for politicians and of the skinny jeans are over debate.

Once again, my control over my wolf began to slip.

I was getting sick again and with sex being the only thing that could make me feel better. Not my proudest moment but I had to excuse myself to find Olivia.

Who was looking like the closest thing to a relief tablet.