Page 30 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
“Celine,” Harmony looks at me through her honest eyes. “You’ve been working so much recently, and it’s Friday evening. Let’s hit the club. We haven’t been there in forever. Just us girls. Well, and Garret and Elias. And I guess we can take Marcel along too. This means it’s not just us girls, but it’s going to be fun.”
I contemplate her offer, not sure what to say. I do want to go with them, but at the same time, I don’t. Ever since Marius happened, I don’t feel like doing anything at all. Everything feels like a struggle.
“I’ll make sure we get some margaritas,” she lures me in. “And ‘Sex on the Beach.’ Or do you prefer the ‘Bend Over Shirley’?”
I snort. “They do not have such a cocktail.”
“They absolutely do. I checked the cocktail menu beforehand,” she chuckles. “‘Cum in my Panties,’ anyone?”
“No way!”
“Yup,” she smiles slightly. “I told Garret, and he was totally sold on it. That’s why the guys want to come too.”
“And here I was wondering how you got Elias to tag along.” I chuckle in amusement. “But if Garret is so into it… There’s no way Elias let him go on his own.”
Harmony gives me a devilish smile. Oh, she knows how to convince me. She gets serious again. “Listen, Celine. You’re my alpha and my best friend, and I love you as both. I think you’re fantastic. But you need a break occasionally to be at full strength and gather your senses.”
I sigh. “Alright, you convinced me.”
“Awesome! Get dressed. We’ll meet in half an hour. Elias promised he would drive us this time.”
“Half an hour?” I’m amused. “You have quite some trust in my ability to get ready. Where are we heading to?”
“Black&White,” she says.
“Okay, so it’s ‘less class, more sass,’” I joke half-heartedly.
Harmony grins. “They should print that on their t-shirts. I was going for ‘take a spin, show some skin,’ but I like yours better.”
I manage to get ready in half an hour. It helps that the club is more of an underground club, so it’s honestly not that complicated to dress for. I just threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a mesh top over a crop top and put on some smoky eye makeup. I normally don’t show a lot of skin, but I feel like today, I want to be a bit more daring.
Harmony gives me the thumbs up when she sees me, and I can see the guys looking at me with wide eyes. Marcel even blushes a bit. Alright, this seems to be the right outfit.
“You better get us some really good drinks,” I mutter when I slide into the backseat next to Harmony, and Elias drives off.
“Don’t worry, Alpha,” Garret grins. “Their menu is legendary.”
Elias grunts something inaudible. He’s only joining us to be the watchdog, it seems. He has always preferred a beer in his favorite bar over going into a club.
B&W is not what one would call a classy club. It’s dark and loud and looks shabby. That’s probably why it’s such a hipster place. There is one other thing about it … it’s for everyone but humans. To the human eye, this club is invisible. That’s what makes it so appealing.
When we step down, my gift kicks in, as usual. Within seconds, I’ve estimated the number of individuals here, their potential strengths, and to which species they belong. I know that none of them are allies of ours, but there’s also no one from rival packs or covens. I take note of the emergency exits and any other potential routes of escape, including doors leading to other rooms, plus the overall structure of the room. “It’s safe for now,” I tell Harmony and Garret.
They both nod in relief. The other two look a little confused, but don’t ask what I mean.
“And there goes my hope to leave early,” Elias sighs.
Harmony chuckles. “Don’t worry, you might just have fun.”
“Yeah…” he says without much conviction.
Garret seems to be loving it, though, and heads to the bar to get the first round. Meanwhile, Marcel looks around in awe.
“Your first time here?” Harmony asks him.
He nods. “I just heard about it. And Jazz told me that she wants to come here with her friends when she turns twenty-one.” He grins. “Now that I’ve seen it, I’ll try to prevent it.”
“Aw,” Harmony mock sympathizes. “Look how cute and hypocritical you are,”
