Chapter 7 Unnatural Blue Eyes

7: Unnatural Blue Eyes

STEPHAN

There was a dull ringing in my ear as I milled through the trees and made my way back to the pack compound.

It felt as if I was hit against the side of my face with a silver mallet, that was the only thing that I could think of as to why it hurt so badly.

That bastard must have been wearing a silver ring of some sort.

There was no other reason as to why he should have been able to deal such a painful blow to me. He was a nobody, I was the son of the great alpha Michael, he was nothing to me.

Just as I left the thicket of trees behind, I staggered slightly and then caught myself.

Don't tell me the dizziness was also from the punch?

Impossible, I must have had way too much alcohol and because I was recovering, my metabolism was having difficulty burning it all and keeping me sober.

I could hear the greetings from various pack members as I made my way back to my chambers but I didn't answer any.

The back of my neck felt hot and I was gnashing the fuck out of my teeth.

I slammed my room door and then sat on the lush study chair, tapping my feet rapidly against the floor board.

Why was I angry?

It was not like me to lose my cool easily, more importantly, why the fuck did I even go to the forest?

If I had just respected myself and stayed at my party, none of this would have happened.

What made me leave?

I got up from the chair feeling very uncomfortable and I began pacing the room.

Her face flashed in my mind, her round welcoming eyes, those soft tender lips and those rosy cheeks.

I blinked, why was I remembering the features of a girl that was not Vannie?

Once again, I had another memory flash, this time around, of those lips being pressed into by someone else's, someone with unnatural blue eyes.

I let out a yell and then punched a hole in the wall, my hand went right through the concrete as if it was made of paper.

That's right, now I remember why I was angry, it was because I saw them kissing... that was what got my fuse lit.

But why?

Why should I care if two random nobodies are kissing in the woods?

It is not like it has anything to do with me.

The problem was, I was drawn to that forest, I came there looking for that random nobody, I felt as if I didn't come there in search of her I would regret it for the rest of my life.

I could not live a life of regret so I went there and what did I see?

The girl that I felt was in danger wrapping her lips with that of another man.

I withdrew my hand from the hole that I just created, snarling as I did so.

But why was that getting me so worked up?

I shouldn't care, she was a nobody, I rejected her. I should not care what the fuck she was doing and with whom.

Then a thought hit me, what if that was her man? What if the entire Mate of a thing was a scam and when it failed, she went crawling back into the arms of her man? What if?

I stopped that train of thought, although I was caught up in the party spirit, I didn't forget anything so I could vividly remember her behavior, the primal nature of it... she was not faking it, she really did believe every word she uttered.

Besides, who would be stupid or brave enough to try and con their way into being my mate?

"Rebekka Kent!" I snarled as her name bubbled back to the front of my mind.

I could not get her out of my head.

"Who the hell was that guy with you?" I asked no one in particular.

I picked up my phone and messaged Claude immediately and then tossed the phone aside and waited.

It didn't take too long before I heard a knock at my door and then the door slid open gently.

"Hope you are decent?" he teased. "I was around the vicinity, you know, something was telling me that I would..." his voice trailed off.

I turned to look at Claude, his eyes were fixed on the giant hole in the wall and his mouth was slightly a gap.

"I leave you for one minute and you go ruining walls? What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Oh come off it, why am I here then? Surely it is not because you love the sound of my voice..." his voice trailed off again. "Is that blood? Are you bleeding?" there was an edge to his voice now.

I turned to look sharply at him.

Claude was staring at my nose with an intensity that told me he was not joking.

I dabbed my finger under my nose and looked at it, true to his words, I was bleeding.

"The Fuck!" I snarled.

Did that fellow punch me so hard that I got a nosebleed?

"Yo, Stephan, what the hell happened? Last I saw you, you were running off like a mad man without giving a reason. Now there is a hole in your wall and you are bleeding, talk to me!"

I looked at Claude again, his eyes were filled with concern as he stood there holding a bottle of bourbon in his right hand, he thought I called him here for an after party.

"I need you to do something for me!" I said tightly.

"Anything, Name it!"

"I need you to find someone..."

"Does this someone have a name?"

"I don't know his name but from the way he carried himself, he was definitely a high born."

Claude sighed, "How am I supposed to find someone whose name you don't even know. Describe him then."

I sneered, "He has a pair of unnatural blue eyes!"