Trials (Rock Bottom)
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Of course the Fates threw another wrench into things before he even got started looking for this mysterious mate. He would have to be the first to lie with for her to be his true mate. Virginal in this day and time? As if! If anyone else got to her before he did, the deal was off; no mate and she would only be able to shift into the animal that got to her maidenhead first. The Fates could be real bitches when they wanted to be. The only other person that knew about his “problem” was the man he was here to see. After Sylas saved his ass twice in the past, Jack promised to always have his back, and he meant it. He’d kept his secret now for 300 years and Sylas knew he could count on him to help, if he should ever need it.
His whole purpose for being was balance, according to Lachesis. To keep the balance in all things, but how could he continue to keep things in balance when he, himself, was so out of whack? Sylas slammed down the kickstand of his Harley and sat there, deciding if going inside was such a good move in his mental state. He needed a major distraction and he was sure this was not it. Right when he thought better of being there, Jack stepped outside the bar. He noticed Sylas right off and was walking his way. Leave now or piss off one bad ass Puma… think I will stay, he told himself as he stood to greet his best bud.
“Hey, Sy! Glad you could make it, man. The place is rockin’, but not too crowded. I had to come out for some fresh air.” Jack said as he reached out for a fist bump.
“Noise getting to ya, Jack, or is it the smoke I saw rolling out when you opened the door?”
Jack’s lips turned up in a lopsided grin. “Just the noise, as usual. What was I thinking when I put in those pool tables? Damn racket! Pun intended!”
Sylas gave him a quick punch in the arm and smiled. “You’ll live, pussy cat. The money always wins in the end.” Sylas turned and walked with him towards the door. “You’re buying, right?”
“Usually do, my man, usually do.”
Sylas took the beer Jack handed him from across the bar and walked over to a corner table that gave him a view of the whole room. He preferred to always have his back to a wall, and a way out if needed. He was close to the bar, the door and the pool tables. The lights over the pool tables gave him enough light to see, but put him in the dark and he liked it that way. He was 6’2” with green eyes and black hair, but it was his eyes that got him way too much attention, and he wasn’t looking for any. Well, he was looking, but not from any of the human variety, he reminded himself. Eyes that tended to glow and change color kept him behind sunglasses 24/7/365, except when sleeping. Habit kept him in corners and out of sight.
A group of Wolves strolled in and they immediately staked claims on 2 of the pool tables. As the evening went on, the more drunk and rowdy they became. Their Alpha was the loudest of them all and he started a money game on the table closest to him. Sy signaled for another beer, knowing that by the looks of them, he was going to be called on to help bounce these guys. A fight would happen sooner or later, and he needed to booster his calm. He huffed and smirked. Just my luck, a drunk Alpha on a ego trip. Maybe the night won’t be so boring after all.
The front door opened and suddenly the whole bar went quiet, with the exception of the pool balls still in motion. A woman had walked in and she apparently didn’t notice the stir she caused. Or she did and was used to it. She was tall and dressed all in black leather. You couldn’t see what was under the full-length duster she was wearing, but you could tell she was all woman under it. The noise level started notching back up a little when she turned towards the bar and asked for a beer. That was when Sy noticed her hair. It was fashioned into a thick braid and it fell down past where her derriere would be, and it was jet black.
A waft of air from her entrance hit him and Sy raised his head to catch her scent. By the first sniff he could tell she was human. Sy shifted in his seat, willing more of her enticing aroma into his nostrils. A slightly floral and spicy scent followed her. He caught no hint of another male on her what-so-ever. As he watched, she removed her coat and Sy’s breath caught in his throat. The woman was built like a brick shithouse with all the right curves. It was all he could do to stay in his seat. His instincts told him to get up and cover her. His mate and for his eyes-only… boomed through his head.
My mate? Where the hell had that come from? She’s human, not Were. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I that far whacked? He thought as he watched her, unable to tear his eyes away. She watched the gambling among the tables intently, and moved to the two where the wolves were playing. She walked gracefully and confidently over towards the wolves and asked if they minded if she joined the game.
She was wearing one of those leather corsets, cut very low at the top and very high at the bottom, showing off her small waist and perfect breasts. Her low slung leather pants showed off a perfect heart shaped rear end and she was all legs. Something was sparkling in the light from her navel. The wolves were all over her joining the game, and the Alpha was looking at her like his dinner had just arrived. Sy was not going anywhere now. He was not going to leave her alone with this pack. Nuh-uh.
Jack walked over from behind the bar. He looked at the pack and then back to Sy. “Gonna have trouble, I can smell it.” He said as he leaned in on the table with his back to the other wall.
“Yep, it’s thick.”
“I can also read your body language, Sy. Ease up. I got you and this. Whatever this is.” He swept his hand slightly towards the tables and the wolves.
“Not sure what this is either, but I know.”
“By the way, Bro? Her name is Chance. She gave it to me when I took her coat and asked for a running tab.”
Jack walked back to tend his bar with a promise of another beer on the way. Sy hadn’t moved since she walked in. Taking a long swig, he got comfortable. This was going to be a longer night than he anticipated. For a change he was relishing every minute to watch her as she sized up the wolves and their game. To her, they were just some drunken bikers, but he knew better. They could and would tear her apart if provoked; with no effort and not think twice about it after.
Nope, not leaving now. He thought as he watched her take out her cue and put it together. Sylas rolled her name around in his head a few times. Chance. Chance. Chance… Could she be the one foretold? Not possible, she’s human. Sexy as hell, but human. Could the Fates be messing with him still? Probably, but could he afford to not take this seriously? The only answer he could come up with was a resounding No.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1- Losing Him
Chapter 2- The Internship
Chapter 3- Suspect
Chapter 4- Visitor
Chapter 5- Clean
Chapter 6- The Truth
Chapter 7- History
Chapter 8- Backtracking
Chapter 9- Identity
Chapter 10- Dinner
Chapter 11- Sing Me to Heaven
Chapter 12- The Tape
Chapter 13- Being Happy
Chapter 14- My Decision
Chapter 15- Jonathan
Epilogue
An Excerpt From After Life
Acknowledgements
Excerpt From Chance Lost