C3 Fateful encounter

Elena and Stella stepped into the vibrant nightclub, the thumping music and colorful lights immediately engulfing them. An eerie sensation crawled up Elena’s spine as unseen eyes seemed to bore into her. She glanced around nervously, trying to identify the source of the unsettling feeling.

Stella, undeterred by the atmosphere, grabbed Elena’s hand and pulled her towards the bar. “Come on, let’s get something to drink!” Stella yelled over the music, her excitement infectious. Elena followed, her unease temporarily masked by her friend’s enthusiasm.

At the bar, Stella leaned in close to Elena. “What do you want to drink?” she asked, raising her voice to be heard.

“Just a coke,” Elena replied, her voice barely audible amidst the surrounding cacophony. She couldn’t help but feel out of place, her reluctance to indulge in alcohol setting her apart.

Stella’s eyes widened, and she let out a boisterous laugh. “Oh no, we’re not having that! Tonight, we’re doing shots and getting properly drunk!” She signalled to the bartender and confidently ordered four shots.

Elena hesitated, her apprehension growing. She wasn’t accustomed to heavy drinking, and the thought of downing shots made her stomach churn. Reluctantly, she accepted the two shots Stella handed her. They raised their glasses and knocked back the shots in unison. The burning sensation down Elena’s throat was accompanied by a warm rush that quickly spread through her veins.

Stella grabbed Elena’s hand once more, and they ventured onto the dance floor. Amid the pulsating music and swirling lights, they moved together in rhythm, the alcohol adding a newfound sense of liberation to Elena’s movements. Unwanted attention from strangers soon became a nuisance, but she swatted them away with determined confidence.

“I want more drinks, let’s go!” Stella shouted into Elena’s ear. The alcohol had begun to blur Elena’s reservations, and she found herself nodding in agreement. Tomorrow was a distant concern, and for now, she was caught up in the excitement of the night.

As they pushed their way back to the bar, Stella ordered another round of shots. The drinks were downed quickly, and Elena could feel herself teetering on the edge of a pleasant haze. Stella’s laughter resonated in her ears as she danced away with a suitor, leaving Elena alone in the sea of bodies.

A man with a predatory aura approached Elena, his advances unsettling. “Hey there, sweet cheeks. You look lonely. Can I buy you a drink?” he slurred, his words oozing with insincerity.

Elena forced a giggly smile, feeling increasingly detached from herself. “Well, you may, sir,” she replied, her voice betraying her discomfort. The man’s hand slid possessively around her waist, and she tensed, her anxiety escalating.

Desperate to escape, Elena attempted to brush off his advances, but her efforts only seemed to embolden him. Panic surged through her as his grip tightened, and she could feel the effects of the alcohol dulling her senses. Her surroundings blurred as her attempts to break free grew more frantic.

A low, menacing growl resonated in the air, momentarily drowning out the music. Ignoring it as a product of her intoxicated mind, Elena’s struggles were abruptly halted as the man was violently thrown aside. She stumbled, her gaze meeting a pair of intense blue eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul.

Time seemed to stand still as a surge of electricity passed between them. Elena’s breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with the stranger who had come to her rescue. The chaos around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in an inexplicable connection.

Dizziness overwhelmed Elena, and her eyelids grew heavy. The world spun around her, and she began to fall, her body betraying her. Just before her consciousness slipped away, strong arms caught her, cradling her against a broad chest. Despite the darkness that beckoned, she felt an overwhelming sense of security.

Oliver, an Alpha with a powerful presence, held Elena protectively in his arms.

Elena, even in her dazed state, sensed a spark of connection as Oliver’s firm grip enveloped her. It was as if their souls recognized each other, igniting a bond that transcended their fleeting encounter.

The primal instincts of his wolf, Roy, had guided him to her. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he witnessed how perfectly she fit against him as if she had been designed for his embrace.

As he carried her out of the club, Oliver’s mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. His wolf urged him to claim her, to mark her as his own. Yet, a deeper part of him, tempered by human restraint, wanted to ensure her safety above all else.

Oliver emerged from the dimly lit club, his steps slightly unsteady from a night filled with laughter, music, and a few too many drinks. He take his phone out and called his driver to come and pick him up from the club not wanting to separate from his mate to drive back home.

As he stood there, waiting for the car to arrive, he closed his eyes and reached out with his thoughts, tapping into the unique connection he shared with his friend. The bond they had formed allowed them to communicate without words, their minds intertwining like tendrils of mist.

“Hey, just wanted to let you know we’re on our way home. My mate got a bit carried away tonight. Please let her friend knows that she is safe with me so that she won’t worry about her whereabouts,” Oliver informed his friends.

“Got it. Good night and have fun,” Nick said through mind link and Oliver chuckle at his friend’s playfulness knowing full well that is not going to happen. Even if he was dying to mate with her and marked her as his, he is not some pervert who takes advantage of a sleeping person.

The car pulled up to the curb, interrupting his reverie. The driver stepped out, holding the door open with a professional nod.

“Good evening, sir. Ready to head home?” the driver asked, his voice a soothing balm to Oliver’s slightly hazy mind.

Oliver helped his unconscious friend into the backseat of the sleek black car before sliding in beside him. As the door closed, he exchanged a knowing look with the driver.

“Thank you. Let’s get going,” Oliver replied, his voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and fatigue.

The car smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, the city’s bright lights gradually fading into the distance.

Arriving at his home, Oliver gently laid Elena on his bed, ensuring she was comfortable. He ordered one of the Omega to change her clothes while making sure she did not wake up. He debated briefly before leaving a glass of water and painkillers on the nightstand, a gesture of concern for her well-being.

As he stood by her bedside, watching over her sleeping form, a sense of contentment washed over Oliver. The enigmatic connection between them was undeniable, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of rightness. Roy’s voice echoed in his mind, reassuring him that Elena was indeed their destined mate, carefully chosen by the Moon goddess herself.

He takes a last look at his mate and walks to his closet to change into comfortable clothes. He walks out of the changing room gets inside the bed and brings Elena closer to him and falls asleep with her in his arms.