Chapter 5 Crossing Paths.

After hours of turning and tossing around the bed, a dark figure finally sat up with a heavy sigh. "I give up!"

She rubbed away a frown from her face before her left hand grazed over a lamp side-table in search of her phone. Finally grabbing it, she pressed the home button as her eyes narrowed, struggling to adjust to the phone's brightness. "For fuck's sake! Can't a girl have some sleep?" She complained. It wasn't even midnight yet!

"It's all my fault anyway!" She confessed fretfully as she recalled how she spent the entire day in bed, either sleeping, reading or watching movies. Now she hadn't a dust of sleep left.

She wasn't in the mood of stepping her foot out of her apartment; she didn't plan to. She wanted to dedicate her first free weekend alone being alone. Mariah was busy enjoying her honeymoon in Spain, so she had no company.

But how could she pass the night without going nuts with boredom? She clearly couldn't sleep and was tired to do any of her usual indoor activities. Her head hurt at the mere sight of her phone's display, let alone the Television or her laptop. The idea of a paper wasn't that entertaining either.

"Goodness, Daeya, It's Saturday Night! You're a big girl, baby. You can handle yourself out there just fine, although it wasn't part of your plan." It simply wasn't the way she imagined spending her weekend, but who said one couldn't have fun outdoor without company?

With a sigh, she removed herself from her bed and switched on the lights. She sauntered towards the mirror and stood right before it, taking in her almost naked self. She hated sleeping with clothes on, always has and always will.

After stretching herself, she turned and started towards her closet. An idea just popped into her head, and she grasped it. A few minutes later, she twirled before the mirror, taking in her elegant short black BKLD dress with a deep V neck that showed off her tantalising bust size. She just loved the way her dress clung to her body, her butt looked cute, and the patterned slits on both her thighs promised utter provocation. Finishing up her look with a pair of black thigh high heeled boots, she shifted her attention to her hair. She wanted it straight and shiny, and that's how it's going to be! It's going to be her against the night. She winked.

Two hours later, she comfortably sat on one of the bar's high stools whilst she slowly sipped her favourite cocktail as her eyes took in different people having fun dancing on the dance floor. The club was packed, and it wasn't surprising considering the actual day and time.

She loved music and enjoyed dancing as well, so going to a nightclub wasn't a bad idea in her book. She didn't care how much it costs getting into one of the most popular clubs in the country, she just stuffed a couple of pounds plus her credit card into her wallet and dressed to kill for the night, and she was ready to go.

Her phone's vibrations shifted her attention from the people around her as she started concentrating on the pictures she just received. She smiled as she swiped through them. It sure looked like her friend was having the time of her life, and everything looked beautiful. "The man surely knows how to make a woman feel special!" She grinned as she observed the happy couple in the pictures.

Daniel was a very good looking man, tall, athletic and all that. He was simply too good to be true, and Daeya had her doubts at first. She never liked nor trusted men like him, with those killer looks that he was clearly aware of and financially well off; it was a mighty red flag to her, and she feared for her friend.

"Problem is, I'm too judgemental, too picky with a hell of trust issues ever to consider myself able to settle down. I think I'm much more comfortable with breaking hearts when it gets boring than THAT!" She typed with a smirk before finally sending it to Mariah.

She sighed. At least he had somehow proven to her he wasn't as horrible as she first thought him to be. The only thing he had ever done to her friend was to make her happy, and deep down, she was truly happy for her.

Her thoughts drifted back to Ayisha. Her childhood friend and her first-ever best friend. She wondered how she was. They hadn't been in touch for over five years. It's been quite a while, enough time for lots of changes. 'Has she been lucky like Mariah? I surely hope so. She deserves the best this world can offer.' She thought to herself before finally shifting her attention back to the counter.

It was getting a tad crowdy, and the tables upstairs looked inviting. So with her drink in her left hand, she stood up and made her way towards her new destination.

Emmett strode into the nightclub with few friends. The group thinned up to six as he led the way towards a VIP booth. It was too crowded for his liking today, and he was sick of the strip clubs he usually hit whenever he visited the town. But since he never liked to take trips with his 'doll', he had to find some other ways to sate his appetite.

He finally made himself comfortable on one of the couches, and a pretty waitress came to them immediately. He observed her with a bored expression, how nervous she clearly was and how her eyes kept on sneaking a peek his way. Her cheeks flushed when their eyes met, and she hurriedly withdrew her gaze as she fought for composure, noting their orders as fast as she could and walked away as fast as she could. 'Well, that was a shy one!' He thought to himself.

He was used to getting different reactions from women, and lust was dominant. Most werewolves are used to it. Many entertain them and some, not very much. To him, it only depended on his mood of which wasn't pretty most of the time. He was a living ticking bomb, unpredictable. He never smiled and never liked wasting his time with petty feelings. He made sure to get what he wanted, and the next thing he was on his way, and he expected the same from whoever was lucky enough, not that they considered themselves to be so after he was done with them.

Looking around the place, all of the women looked the same to him. No one had ever truly moved him before, not that he expected otherwise. Then again, he trusted it to be rather a part of a curse werewolves faced. In their eyes, the only perfection existed in their mate, who he had no interest in finding or ever to meet her. He believed he was fine just the way he was.

"It has only been a few minutes, and my nose is already overwhelmed. It's too crowded for my liking." A dark man beside him commented, and he nodded in agreement.

The man had medium length jet-black hair kept on a tidy fade, shorter on the sides. Broad and athletic built, flawless olive skin and striking blue eyes. His full lips curled into a smirk as he watched one of his friends checking out an approaching beauty. "Damn Denis, wipe your fucking drool off your stupid face!"

The rest of the party snickered before following the head tracker's gaze, and two among them whistled.

"Now, I'm disappointed!" George muttered. "My wolf is damn quiet."

"Man!" Sergio breathed as he continued to check the woman out.

Dennis's eyes continued to follow the dark lady who gracefully passed through their booth towards a table two booths from them and finally set her drink on the table and slid onto one of the chairs. He briefly turned to regard the Gamma, "Fuck you, Caleb!" And the drinks arrived.

Caleb smiled, "I have to admit, she's quite a dish." He then eyed everyone, "Too bad he saw her first." He motioned to Dennis.

"Damn right," Dennis responded as he grabbed his drink and was about to stand up when a growl froze him to place.

Emmett disregarded the silent stares he received from his party and proceeded to stand up with his drink. "You can have the rest." He spoke before sauntering towards the dark lady's table.

Dennis glared at an amused Caleb, who was now sipping on his drink with an innocent shrug while Sergio chuckled. The latter two remained seated at the booth while the rest descended to the dance floor.

Daeya moved her shoulders to the rhythm of the song as she played with her phone when a deep voice suddenly spoke to her. "Hello, is the seat taken?"

Her eyes hurriedly left her phone and landed on the most enchanting forest green orbs she had ever seen. They were so beautiful, so warm, so expressive. It felt like time itself had stopped, and if it hadn't, it had no significance because she felt she'd never get tired of looking into them. How could someone be blessed with such eyes! It should be a crime. Crime against nature and her own dignity.

Dignity. She was staring!

'Goodness Daeya, shame on you!' She jolted from her stupor and tried to look elsewhere as she sat upright trying to compose herself.

Emmett, on the other hand, was utterly gobsmacked. He felt weak to his knees and had mixed emotions. Once his clear forest greens met her beautiful hazels, he knew. He knew for a fact who the woman was, who she was to him. So when Daeya was the first to break the trance they were both held to, he was still frozen, his eyes never leaving her face.

She was with no doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, so beautiful that it hurt. It also hurt that it had to be her. Why her? Why a human?

A now perfectly composed Daeya raised her brow at him when her gaze landed up to him again. "Can I help you?"

That's when he broke his line of thoughts and finally focused. He cleared his throat, "Uh, yes. I was wondering if the..." Their eyes met again, and he paused for a second before he finally completed his sentence, "...if the seat was taken." He had never felt so victorious in his life for finishing a lousy sentence.

Daeya found herself entranced again that she couldn't stop herself on time when she slightly shook her head at the handsome stranger. Emmett's lips twitched, "Can I join you?"

Daeya just sighed and sipped her drink. She found herself chugging the rest of the liquid down her throat, and when she finally set her empty glass on the table, the handsome stranger had already made himself comfortable on the seat across her, studying her. 'So he took it as an invitation, great!' She thought.

Right across her table sat a man of her dreams. So big, brawny and oh, so handsome! She could literally see his bulky muscles bulging from his leather jacket. He was hot like the hellfire itself, and she hated it. She hated the type. She hated it more that she felt so attracted to him. She'd be blind if she weren't anyway; who wouldn't? 'Ugh! From which angle did he come from anyway!'

If she felt annoyed by her sudden feelings, it was nothing compared to what Emmett was feeling at the moment. He was so angry yet tempted by the woman sitting before him. She was everything that a man like him would want except for one thing, being human! He had always thought that there was no way in hell would he tie himself to a weak creature like herself. But looking at her now made him want to rethink it all over. Could he overlook it? Could he accept her?

"Should I call for another glass of that?" He offered.

She nodded, and he waved at the earlier shy waitress. She took her time to examine his manners as he ordered her another cocktail. He seemed to have such serious manners; perhaps that's why he took her earlier rude conduct ordinarily. When his attention shifted back to her, he introduced himself. "I'm Emmett." He offered his hand.

"Daeya" She extended hers for a shake and froze as she felt electric tingles shoot up her hand when their hands touched. She slightly frowned at their clasped hands, something that Emmett found quite cute. His lips curled into a genuine smile.

Daeya found herself smiling back at him before withdrawing her hand from him. "So, are you from around here?"

"No. I have a friend in town who also happens to be my business partner. And my sister is settled here, so I visit from time to time." His sister, Emma, is mated to the Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack. Thus, his visits were either to check up on her or pure business with his brother in law. "How about you?"

"I live here. It's been a few months, so it's starting to grow on me." She disclosed.

Emmett nodded as he eyed her sudden shaking shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, and her face brightened as she started to move with the rhythm of a new song. "God, I love this song!" She beamed whilst she abruptly stood up. His eyes lingered on her hips and exposed thighs and inwardly cursed his growing bulge. "Let's go!" she gripped his hand and pulled him to his feet before leading them down to the dance hall whilst his eyes zeroed on her sexy back all the way. 'Damn, this woman can make even the devil himself fucking horny!'

When they stepped on the dance floor, she turned to face him before she started moving her hips whilst her hands slowly slid up as they traced up her figure teasingly until they finally hung up free in the air. Emmett gulped as he took in her chest before he moved forward and caught her by her waist, and caged her to him.

She smirked before turning around and started twerking on him, occasionally rubbing against his already hardened member. He was aroused, and he could smell her as well. But it wasn't only their arousal that his sensitive nose caught. When he observed the people around them, he spotted a dozen men lusting on his mate, and he hated it. 'That's it!'

His hands gripped her waist before he dipped his head onto her neck and took a whiff. Daeya visibly trembled as she slightly lowered her neck to give him access. He took the invitation and started tracing butterfly kisses all over her neck whilst her hand flew up to his head and grabbed his soft, light brown locks that were neatly kept in a man bun.

One of his hands that rested on her hips slowly slid up, caressing her tenderly whilst she slowly arched her face up, jerking her head to the side to meet his magical eyes. He wasted no time and crashed his lips onto hers, and she eagerly kissed him back whilst he embraced her from behind.

Sparks flew whilst their bodies hummed with warmth and excitement. They couldn't think nor care about anything else. Everyone felt complete next to each other, wonderful and safe. They wanted to remain that way for as long as it takes.

No one had ever kissed her the way he did, a kiss full of need and passion that set her body on fire, blazing with desire that she had never felt towards any man in her life. The feelings weren't one-sided, he felt it a million times more.

She came up for air and turned around to face the mysterious, handsome stranger. His eyes once again caught her off guard. "Who are you?" She breathed as wonder twinkled in her eyes.

Suddenly, it dawned on her. Someone as perfect as he was, is an absolute red flag. He's just too good to be true, nor real. Her eyes left his beautiful orbs and looked around. 'This is a club. The best place for one night stands. Nothing good could possibly come from anything here. Nothing.'

"Hey, are you okay?" His hands found hers.

She looked back at him indifferently. 'Nothing good comes from these types, and I ain't a pleasure now pain later person. I refuse this. Fuck this shit. I'm tired already! Mission accomplished. Off I go.'

She pulled away from his grasp and stepped back, dismissing the sudden chill that engulfed her once she shrugged away from his touch. No one had ever made her feel that way, and she regarded that as dangerous. Her life was perfect the way it was at the moment; she didn't need a man to walk in and ruin it. "Thanks for your company, but I have to go."

She quickly turned around and started walking away when his hand found hers again, "Please wait!" He was slightly confused. She shouldn't have been able to resist him; that's not how it works. And the sudden bitter emotions that swirled on her eyes confused him even further; one moment, she's all melting and chirpy, and the next, she's ice cold.

She vigorously removed her hand from his grasp and ran away. He could slightly feel her essence getting far and far away from him in every passing second. He remained rooted, looking at the direction she ran off to, and thought to himself, if she didn't want him, isn't that even going to be easier? He could simply forget about their encounter and move on like nothing ever happened. It somehow hurt, but it was necessary. How could she fit into his dangerous and rough world?

His wolf, a bit taken aback and shocked by what just happened, was partly hurt, so was his human side. He was the one who's supposed to reject her in the first place, not the other way around! He pushed his legs towards the exit doors, following his mate's scent and stopped at the parking lot where her scent lingered but wasn't as strong. She already left.

His eyes abruptly flashed as a pale haze materialised over his forest green orbs, turning them slightly pale, paler than how they were minutes back. He heaved a sigh as his hands curled into fists. He was wrong to think he'd brush this off and forget all about their encounter. He could feel himself getting colder and lonelier with every passing moment she wasn't around him anymore, and he didn't like it.

With a whirling mind, he turned around and walked back inside the club. He was too horny and bothered; he needed a release and peace of mind to clear his head for a while. He had a lot more pressing matters to think about, so he wanted his thoughts about a certain caramel beauty out.

Half an hour later, an attractive brunette was dry humping him back in their booth, pressing kisses around his neck before he decided to return the favour. Minutes later, he was banging the shit out of her in the men's washroom. Everything he did with the woman did nothing to sate him. Her kisses were no match to his mate's, and when he fucked her, it all just felt wrong! So he flipped the brunette and grabbed her by her neck. "Be a good girl and kneel!" He ordered.

She did as instructed, and he found his release deep inside her throat minutes later. She passed out with a few pound bills scattered over her body whilst he fastened and zipped up his pants before walking away with a clear target in his head.

He had to find his mate and get rid of her. That was the only way to set himself free from the stupid mate bond that had already started to affect him.