FULL NOVELXO Chapter 200
Chapter 0200
(Derek POV)
I came to Ravenswood as a favor for a friend. Specifically, a very powerful and rich friend. He was opening a gym, and he believed that the more celebrities that came to the gym for the pre-events and the
grand opening, the better.
I love money, power, and fame – and this friend was not exactly someone you say “no” to without a valid excuse- so of course I agreed to attend.
Hindsight being 20-20, however, I wish I had gotten the flu. Or chicken pox. Or a migraine. Adult werewolves do not typically get any of those things, but I wish I had claimed to have one of them anyway. My friend does not know that I am a werewolf, and faking an illness would have saved me the heartache of everything that happened after I arrived.
My problems started when I walked into the Blue Moon Lounge on my first night in Ravenwood. I was immediately hit with an overwhelming smell of sugar cookies and chocolate, which are not scents common to find in a bar. They are, however, two smells that remind me of the happier days of my
puphood.
Before I could process where the smell was coming from or what it meant, my wolf -who had not spoken to me in some time- started shouting “mate” in my head.
My heart dropped. I tried to turn around and leave, but Damon -my wolf-would not let me. He forced me to walk further and further into the bar until our eyes landed on her. Our mate. Charlotte.
Never in my
my wildest dreams did I expect that I would meet my ddess-given mate in human territory, much less at a bar. Hell, I never even expected that I would meet my Goddess-given mate at all.
At nearly thirty years old, I had just assumed that the Moon Goddess had forgotten about me. Not that I could blame her for doing so. After all, my parents and original pack forgot about me too. That is how I ended up where I ended up, and that is why I need the daily affirmation that comes with being a famous celebrity. (You can thank my $500 per hour life coach and my $750 per hour pyschotherapist for that
particular realization.)
In any event, I was absolutely floored when I first laid eyes on my mate. At first, I could only see the back of her head and her back, but even that was stunning. Then, when she got up and turned around, thus allowing me to see her face, I was absolutely amazed.
Not only had the Moon Goddess given me a mate, but also she had given me a mate that might as well have walked directly out of one of my teenage fantasies. Hell, my mate could have been walked directly out of one of my adult fantasies too. Charlotte’s face, body, energy aura… they were all perfect.
Of course, I was pi ssed when I realized what Charlotte had been doing. Or rather, who she had been doing. Cody Wilson is a human man-wh ore who has probably banged more females this month than I have in my entire life… and I am far from a saint. In fact, if Charlotte was a human, I would worry just her
kissing him would have given her some sort of disease.
Thankfully, Charlotte is a werewolf and they did not go that far, so she is fine. Even so, that was not the visual I wanted the first time I met my mate. And it took everything in me to prevent Damon from killing
Cody.
But even with all that…. that is not why I called Charlotte a sl ut and a few other names and walked away.
Let’s be real: Cody is a rich, famous, handsome guy. He bangs a lot of females because he can. I cannot. hold that against the females, even if I might want to spray them with disinfectant when they are done
with him. Even I might do him if I swung that way and I was not famous in my own right.
Nor can I blame Charlotte for not having sexual experiences outside of me. I cannot expect her to have
waited for me, her mate, when I definitely have not waited for her.
No, the reason that I called Charlotte a sl ut is the same reason that I wanted to leave as soon as I walked
into the bar. I do not want a mate.
I am not good for one. My lifestyle is not consistent with someone who wants a family, and my parents
were not exactly good examples of how to be healthy parents or healthy mates. In addition, my moral
compass is a little too broken for a mate who pays homage to the Moon Goddess.
Ultimately, I know I should have just walked away without calling Charlotte all of those names, but my
wolf was pi ssed-both at me and at her. Also, that mate bond is d&mn stron
bond is d&mn strong. I needed to do whatever I
could to get Charlotte to stop following me, Calling her a few names achieved the goal, and it also
calmed Damon down too (he was worried that if I continued to run my mouth, Charlotte would reject us on the spot).
I left Blue Moon Lounge and headed back to my hotel. Once there, I took out my phone and started to
order a girl for the night. I rarely use prostitutes -I have no need to with females always throwing
themselves at me- but the last thing that I wanted to do was go to another bar looking for a girl to take
home and risk running into Charlotte again. All I needed was someone to help me unwind, and someone
who could distract me from the evening’s events, and I was happy to pay for that help.
Unfortunately, Damon was screaming at me during the entire phone call. I tried ignoring him and putting
up a block, but he was not making it easy. Then finally, when the service asked me what hair color!
wanted, Damon sent me two visuals: one was of my mother crying her eyes out when I was five years
I
old; the other was of Charlotte, with light somehow reflecting off of her strawberry blond hair and her,
beautiful face.
It was a sh&t move by Damon, but I guess I am glad he did it. I immediately cancelled the order and hung up. My moral compass may be broken, but I still have limits. I knew that I did not want Charlotte to
experience the betrayal pains like my mother used to.
Sadly, my moral high ground meant that it was on me to rub one out. Not only that night, but the next couple of days as well.
By day three, I was getting frustrated. My hand was not nearly as good at getting me off as the feeling of a warm, wet pu ssy, and meeting my mate had me thinking of sex more often than normal.
I knew that I needed to find Charlotte and reject her so that I could get back to life as normal. I just hoped that she was still in town somewhere.
Then, to my complete shock, finding Charlotte became especially important when I received an unexpected but very lucrative assignment on the night of the grand opening: My customer wanted me to find a missing she-wolf. One that Charlotte seemed to know quite well.