Her Brother, Her Mate

I watch as the woman gets up to get drinks with another woman, and that’s when I notice who she is with.

Shit.

That’s Jenny, the girl from the front desk that has been all over Mark’s balls since she started working at the resort. I looked back at the table they were sitting at and saw Ralph with Debra. Ralph is cool, though he can get snarky when I piss off my mom, but Debra does not like me or my brother.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

That’s an understatement.

She hates us.

Mark nailed her sister, then did it a second time a few months later without realizing that he had already slept with her before. The second time I was there. I may have played a small part in all the fun, getting my c**k sucked while Mark nailed the chick from behind.

Since Debra found out, she has absolutely hated me and my brother. We come after Ted Bundy and Hitler on her s**t list.

“Mitch, are you even listening to me?” Suzie asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

Her movement in front of my eyes causes me to blink and break the hypnotic trance I’m in staring at the mystery girl.

“What?”

Suzie huffed in annoyance. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

I offered her an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. I saw someone I knew. What were you saying?”

The last thing I need is clingy Suzie ruining my chances with my mate. I finally found her. I’m not letting Suzie, Debra, or anyone else ruin this now that I have finally found the one the moon goddess designated for me and me alone.

I try to keep my back to the table with my mate, listening to them as best I could, but it’s hard to hear over the crowd. Suzie gets annoyed with me again and mutters something about going home to go to bed before leaving the bar. She’ll probably blow up my phone tomorrow, nagging me about not paying attention to her, but I don’t care. Now that she’s gone, I can turn my attention back to my mate.

I move across the bar, trying to stay hidden in the crowd as I study her, fighting against the bond pushing inside me to run to her and claim her for myself. She is human. That much is clear. She would have been able to sense me long ago if she wasn’t.

A human mate. What are the chances? I’m not complaining. I’m f*****g estatic. I finally found the one that was made just for me and she could be a f*****g sea monkey for all I care.

Thank the goddess she’s not. She’s gorgeous. Beyond beautiful with her thick wavy hair and mesmerizing purple eyes. Are they contacts? I’ve never seen purple eyes before. Not in a human, at least.

Dad did have that friend with purple eyes, but we haven’t seen her since we were little. Very little. Mom hated her and made dad choose between us or that friend.

It’s a faint memory from when I was barely a toddler, but I vividly remember purple eyes shining with tears, and mom screaming at my father to make the woman leave. Matt asked about the woman a few years later when mom was away on a business trip and dad told us that she was a childhood friend that had come to him for a place to stay, but mom refused to let her. He didn’t tell us why. He only told us that she was a part of his past our mom didn’t approve of.

I thought she may have been an ex-girlfriend, but he said she wasn’t and to drop the subject. When dad tells us something in that no-nonsense tone, we do it. We have no choice. The consequences for pushing him too far are more than any of us are brave enough to deal with, even goody-goody Matt with his gamma title is scared of dad.

Wolf rankings mean little to Dad.

I watch as first Debra heads out, and then Ralph, kissing my mate on each of her cheeks before he leaves. Jealousy bubbles in my chest, but I fight it down, knowing Ralph isn’t a man I would need to worry about. The beast in me isn’t so rational. The need to claim and possess her grows to the point it is almost painful to hold back.

I want her. I need to learn her name first.

Jenny and my mate ordered a few more drinks. My mate handles her liquor like a boss, but Jenny is soon plastered. Her body movements become sloppy and sporadic, and when she tries to order more alcohol, my mate stops her, getting her water instead.

I have to try and keep myself planted in place, twitching to join them and help my mate deal with the drunk woman so she doesn’t have to strain herself. The worry on her face, though slight, still hurts my heart to see. I don’t want her to ever have to worry about anything. I want to make all her worries disappear.

Jenny needs to disappear so I can start now.

Women keep approaching me as the night drags on, becoming more brave the more alcohol they consume. Any other night I would feel flattered, but tonight it just irritates the hell out of me. I don’t want any other woman’s attention ever again. Only the girl from across the bar whose name I still have yet to find out.

I move towards the bar where she is standing with Jenny, urging her to drink more water. I can hear her voice now, smooth and silky, caressing my ear drums and sending shivers down my body.

“You are drunk, my friend. I’m calling you an uber to get you home,” my mate tells Jenny.

“No, more drinks! We need more drinks!” Jenny reaches over the bar and grabs a half empty glass of beer from a stranger and lifts it in the air. “To being single! And saying no more to worthless men! No matter how hot they are,” Jenny slurs.

My mate sighs, prying the drink from Jenny’s hand before she can take a sip, and handing it back to the person it belongs to.

“You’re a mess,” she laughs with a hint of exasperation.

Men at the bar are eyeing them now, seeing a cute drunk girl with a hot exotic one and eyes filling with want. Not a chance. I’m not letting anyone hit on my mate.

“Need some help?” I asked, approaching the two women.

My mate looks at me like I’m a pest she is planning on swatting away. I gulped nervously, suddenly worried for the first time ever approaching a woman. Jenny squints at me drunkenly, then throws her hands up in excitement.

“I know you!” she yells a little too loud. People around the bar are looking at her like she’s crazy and my mate’s cheeks flame beautifully with embarrassment.

“You know him?” she asks Jenny, who nods enthusiastically in response, a drunken smile on her face.

She doesn’t nod for long before she gets dizzy and holds her head like it’s starting to hurt.

“I don’t feel good,” Jenny m***s, then puts her hand over her mouth, jumping out of her chair to run outside.

Once the fresh, salty air hits her, she empties herself into a nearby trash can, earning looks of disgust from everyone around. What a pathetic mess.

I followed my mate outside where she started pulling back Jenny’s hair and using a tissue from her purse to wipe the mess on her mouth, throwing it in the trash can as well. She’s sweetly cooing reassurances to the sick woman, telling her she will get her a cab to get home.

Pulling my phone out, I texted the number to Jerome, the night manager of the resort. He can send out a shuttle to get Jenny and take her home. I don’t trust a regular cab or an Uber to take care of a drunk female employee.

“I texted someone from her work to come get her. They will be here momentarily,” I informed my mate.

She looks up at me full of surprise.

“You know where she works?”

I nodded, “She told you she knew me.” I offered her a polite smile, fighting the urge to reach out and offer her so much more. I just want to smother her with my presence so all she can see, hear and feel is me, but because she is human I’m going to have to take this slow.

She studies my face, not to study my features like most women do, but to study my character, to see if I’m being sincere in trying to help her. I cough nervously, hoping she doesn’t see how broken and used I really am.

“I, uh, heard you say something about calling her an uber, but with how drunk she is, that didn’t sit well with me. I would rather have someone she can trust to drive her home.”

Her face softens, and I give myself a mental high-five. It was an honest answer, but the brownie points it earned me with my mate make me feel slightly selfish, not just sincere.

“That was kind of you. Can I ask how you know her?” She asks.

“I, uh, don’t know her well, but I texted Jerome from the resort she works at to send the shuttle. I’ve known him for a long time.”

“Oh,” her pillowy mouth forms a perfect ‘o’, making my pants tighten at the crotch.

“I’m Mitchel,” I held my hand out to shake hers.

“Hadley,” she smiles and shakes my hand, and those f*****g tingles and sparks from the mate bond almost make my knees buckle. I’d be happy with nothing more than holding her hand for the rest of my life.

Hadley. Her name is Hadley.

Why does that name sound so familiar?

Shit. It’s the woman my mom demanded I stay away from. Hadley. That’s why she was here with so many people from the resort.

She’s my mate. The woman my mom ordered us to stay away from is my mate, but I have no plans on staying away from Hadley.