Fated is overrated
Chapter 129

Lola POV

He is staring at me intently, obviously furious about something. He is dressed in all black and his blouse is straining against his muscles. He does look absolutely god-like delicious as he is towering over me, with his mesmerizing eyes and a few of his hair strands hanging playfully across his face." What were you doing?" he grits out, momentarily breaking my trance. "Well I just went to the bathroom and..." before I can finish he interrupts me, the fury evident in his eyes "with that guy on the dance floor, with his hands all over you". He looks sexy as hell like this. No, no, get a grip Lola!

"None of your business" I state simply, shrugging my shoulders. He slams his fist into the wall and seethes "it is my business, you are MINE!". Somehow, all of a sudden, the possessiveness is a huge turn on. And I can't help but bite down on my lower lip, as my gaze drops to his lips.

Would it be so bad if I just let myself go for once? Who cares, people kiss all the time, right? It doesn't mean anything, right? Still waging my internal battle, he interrupts my thoughts and says "MINE" one more time. And this time, I lose control, and smash my lips against his hungrily.

I immediately demand entrance and push my tongue into his mouth. I start devouring him like a woman starved, tangling my hand in his hair and pulling him closer.

He seems shocked, as it takes him some time to reciprocate my sudden hunger. But when he does, the kiss is steamy as f*ck and I lose control of my arousal, permeating the air with my scent.

I moan and groan into the kiss, unable to hold back, wanting more and more. We hear a few people coming up behind us, breaking my trance. F*ck that was good, the tingles from the mate bond are increasing the pleasure tenfold. But I can't let him know that. So instead, I whisper into his ear"

I am nobody's, I rejected you, you can both leave with the bimbos you came with for all I care" before walking off. I am a b*tch, I know.

In my haste on my way to Damon and the rest I suddenly come to a standstill, when I bump into what feels like a tree. I grumble a quick "sorry" and try to get around the tree, when it grabs my wrist and a familiar scent comes wafting into my nose. "Oh for the love of god!" I exclaim when looking up to meet his grey eyes.

"What is this? An episode of unwanted mates - the reunion?" I spit, while snatching my wrist from his hand and folding my arms across my chest. Mr. Steroids seems angry too.

"What are you doing wh*ring around on the dance floor like that?!" he seethes. "Wh*ring around? Look who's talking. Where is your plastic surgery test rabbit?" I spit back. He goes to grab my wrist again, but I manage to dodge just in time. Damn I shouldn't have drank this much.

"I suppose you haven't noticed as you are inexperienced, but you are my mate. And as a future queen, you shouldn't be degrading your mate by hanging out with some low rank warrior".

"Oh no, I noticed. I am just ignoring it. But I guess you're right, I should be fair and reject you already" I say with a shrug. "The hell you are! I am your...."

"Nothing! You are nothing to me". Right when he is about to protest, I smell evergreen coming my way, and I turn to see a seething Zeke behind me. I don't know what gets over me again, but the sight of him makes me want to drop my panties right here and now. What is going on??! Is this Liberty's doing? Or the alcohol? Or both? I turn to steroids and say "and for the record, I already have a mate. 2 even", before I pull Zeke flush against my body, grab him by the collar and pull him down, kissing him sensually while running my hand across his abs.

Steroids can't do anything here as we are in the human world. Luckily for Zeke, because he looks like he is about to knock his socks off. I end the kiss with a sensual lick across his lips and a sultry look, before letting him go and walking away from both of them.

I walk back to Damon and my new found brothers. I love how easily he and his friends have accepted me into their group. The guys are as protective over me as they would for a little sister, despite the fact that I can probably hand them their *sses. As I am starting to sober up slightly, I grab Mike and Trevor and drag them towards the bar. I don't want to be accused of being a c *ckblocker once again.

Although I know Damon is just saying that to get me to have fun. I know he is secretly waiting on Nadia to arrive, ever since I told him she is coming. "What are we having?" Mike rubs his palms together eagerly. "Sambuca!" Trevor chimes instantly. And since I have no clue what most of the alcohol at the bar tastes like, I'll go for it.

"Sambuca it is!" I salute, before the bartender comes over to take our order, and I order 9 glasses. 3 each. As the bartender returns with 9 whiskey glasses each filled to the brim with a white substance, Trevor and Mike look at me horrified before Mike asks "are you trying to get us killed?!".

I shrug casually and laugh "oh come on you big wuss! Nothing a big ol' dragon can't handle, right?". And right after that, I chug my 3 glasses down one after another.

Mike and Trevor are looking at me horrified, to which I just yell "well, if you guys aren't going to drink that....". Mike and Trevor look at each other stunned before Mike relents and says, "f*ck it, I won't have the Queen's death on my hands." I laugh, while Trevor and Mike are chugging the glasses down with sour expressions on their faces.

"Alright let's head back to Damon, so he can carry us all home when the alcohol hits" Trevor jokes. I flip my hair over my shoulders as I turn around and yell "p*ssies!", earning me a glare from both of them. "Hey! I just risked my life for you!" Mike pouts, but all I do is laugh in return.

"Come on guys, let's dance! Oooooohhhh no wait - let me be your wing woman!!! I can replace you a nice girl. What's your type?" I slur slightly, though I would never admit to it. Mike just laughs, shaking his head at me. Trevor on the other hand, replies "you are" with a cheeky wink.