I enter the building and find many girls in their flashy dresses accompanied by many men in their dress shirts and slacks, all looking quite nice. Then I join the mix, and people start to glance over. After last year, they probably thought they'd never see me at one of these again. One can only hope.
While trying to get that damn mysterious Alpha out of my head—his image infecting my mind—I search the room for anyone that can help me. These girls must know everything about mates, unlike myself. When my mother tried to teach me, I forced myself to ignore her, not wanting to get excited about something I will never have. Now I just have to make sure, the girls will tell me what finding your mate is like, and my little run-in will turn to nothing after all. It was simply minor attraction to the man. I swear.
Two familiar girls are leaning against a nearby wall, and I slip through the crowd to bother them for a second. Their eyes focus in on me when I get close.
"Can I ask you something?" I walk up and try not to be a bother, but it's inevitable at this point.
They look at each other before the blonde on the left says, "What?"
I smile weirdly, trying to seem less severe. "What does one experience when one has discovered ones Mate?" That was terrible. Dear Goddess, someone stop me.
The girls look me up and down. "Why?"
Then the black-haired girl beside the blonde—possibly named Stacey—asks, "Did you find your mate, Rae?"
She knows my name? Well, probably from my great personality two years ago when I sat in the corner the entire time. "No. I'm just curious."
"Well," the blonde starts, "you just know. It's like a feeling, and then you just know that you're mates."
"I mean, he'll be the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. You might feel suddenly horny too—" Stacey says wittily and the blonde elbows her. "Sorry, it's just what I've heard."
"You're disgusting," the blonde mutters, embarrassed by her friend. "Some of us are actually trying to find our Mates."
I look across the table and spot the tray of full glasses of wine that the guy in the white tucked-in shirt left for a moment. He went through the bathroom doors just a minute ago. My eyes narrow in on them, the glasses, the elegant, red liquid that is sure to make me forget.
Swiftly, I stand up and swipe two glasses from the tray of six and walk off. I gulp down one like a crazy person and set it on a random table before sipping the other normally. I'm not supposed to be drinking alcohol, but hopefully, I am unnoticeable enough to the point where I get away with it.
I slip through people and at one point even cut through a couple dancing. They glare at me while I continue on my way to nowhere.
My eyes fall upon the main doors as if they've been told to look, and of course, my Alpha, my Luna, and the Alpha are walking inside. I nearly choke on my wine and turn around, quickly heading the other way. I can smell him from here. That delicious male smell that probably fills his bed, embedded into the pillows. It's everywhere.
I down the rest of my wine and place the glass on the tray that I once stole it from. The bathroom looks like a safe place, but then I spot an exit and choose that.
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