Chapter 2 Chaos

The way his hair looks bothers me.

Shall I simply murder him?

I turn and flick the dagger in my palm, feeling the presence of roughly twenty wolves all around me. They all appeared to be just as angry. Oh my.

I laugh. Guys, is it just me? normal, same gorgeous chick. Recall?"

Not a reply. I go forward, taking a steady stride back. "Come on, everyone! It's our fourth year together as friends! Do we not get along well? Would you like to get a few drinks? My pleasure!"

The main warrior, Jerik, growls at me without amusement and advances a few paces.

At last, he says, "It's you again, you annoying piece of shit."

Oh no. It hurts a little bit. I scowl and give a little "ouch."

"I will catch you this time. And I'll make sure you suffer for a very long time when I do," Jerik swore. His eyes gleamed with excitement and piqued curiosity. "Do you not realize how incredibly annoying you are? You enrage me!"

I swallow, but I give him a shaky smile.

Well, somebody is furious.

You know, you would think that the main lead would charge, win, and possibly receive some cuts or even a blow to the head. Then, a prince charming will come to the rescue of his beautiful damsel in distress and even shed a few tearful goodbyes. Horrible, huh?

Unfortunately, I lack your bravery and talent. However, you know what I excelled at?

sprinting.

Thus, I did.

Not before, though, as I point the dagger at Jerik's leg to make sure I don't kill anyone. Despite our blunders, I still think of him as a close friend.

Baby, hit and run!

I give him the finger and flee before the others have a chance to respond.

After ten minutes of the same practice, I noticed a familiar tree in my field of vision. Breathless, I reached for my bow and trembled, cradling it against my cheek and whispering, "My little babies."

I keep running.

It's definitely enjoyable.

My attractive partner has a way of getting inside my head and bothering me. I was annoyed with myself for becoming so enamored of someone I had hardly met.

His striking gray eyes, sharp jaw, dark hair, and, my goodness, those plump, seductive lips made even me envious. How am I so fortunate? I could feel my heart racing just thinking about him. I thought about his hair and how it would feel between my fingers and during his hugs.

Then my stream of thought is interrupted by an ugly voice I recognize. "YES, SHE IS THERE! DUMMIES! merely get a picture of her."

I squinted to see behind me. Jerik was there, in the empty space. stumbling. Cleaned blood adhered to his aging and deteriorating skin.

I couldn't resist laughing, so I stopped walking. He glared me terrible while the other warriors stood, perplexed, beside him. I laughed harder after reading that. I was laughing so hard that I was having trouble breathing. I double over, clenching my gut and drawing in sharp breaths.

Observing the silence and the indignant growls, I clear my throat, getting my bearings back.

"Are you finished, you filthy rogue?" growls Jerik.

Jerik and his entourage of fighters advance on me, reducing the gap that had previously divided us.

I put on a painful face. "Can't you be a little kinder, Jerik?" I put my palm over my heart and said,

He responds, "I thought you were smart," and continues to drag. I decided to take a chance and look around after figuring out I had no power over this circumstance. "You should know by now that kindness doesn't ever apply to you."

"And clearly, shutting up doesn't exist in your dictionary," I say.

I thought about striking, but I didn't have a close-quarters weapon with me. I'll have to pull off another hit-and-run, I suppose.

He approaches me on foot. The person who wouldn't stop talking about their friendship says: He says, mocking me, "Why don't we go grab some drinks? My pleasure!"

I could smell his horrible breath because his face was so close to mine. I tried not to inhale his aroma while holding my breath. God forbid, it was enough to kill me!

I give him the sharpest scowl I can manage.

"But don't you think your cape's a little outdated?" he asks, feigning laughter.

I boldly put a scowl on my face that threatened to take over.

Stupid. Nobody makes fun of my cape.

Jerik just smiled, which made me angry. What do you think would look good on you? You are down in the cellars. famished. cuffed and beaten to death while wearing chains."

"Yeah, I bet you and your wife enjoyed that," I say with a sneer.

He smirks, which makes me happy. Anger wells up in his eyes. "Achieve. Not at all. Never again discuss her in that way, you dog, or I'll tear you to pieces. You had best hope you don't get such a harsh penalty if I capture you and hand you over to the Gamma."

"Oh, don't worry, Jerik," I snidely reply. "I assure you nothing that bad could happen, judging from your wife's account."

He swings his body around to take aim at my neck.

I avoid it and move in the direction I had intended to run in.

I'm not a moron; I understand my strengths and weaknesses. You survive in this way.

And as usual, my number one go-to answer for The Key to Surviving by Me is to run.

I ran outside.

A breath of relief slips from my mouth. Unfortunately for me, the relief was short-lived.

My ears prickle. A loud 'woosh' pierces the stillness of the atmosphere. The arrow flies by my ear as I grab hold of it and grasp it firmly between my palms.

I yell, "Whoever shot that, your aim sucks!" as I turn to face the rear.

I smile, relishing the absence of monotony. This, my folks, is how you have fun.

I turn my head to face forward once more. I was hoping for the best when I realized too late that the figure that had been standing motionless in front of me was there.

A smell catches my nose, and I'm spellbound. It had an earthy, natural scent to it, like lavender and fresh rain. Almost instantly, a feeling of tranquility sweeps over me, and my muscles appear to let go of their tension.

I'm pulled closer to them by the stranger, who grips my wrists. My skin begins to glow with pleasure, and I can't help but gasp out loud.

Mate.

When I lifted my head to check, I was greeted with the same enthralling stare that I had already grown to love. My heart rate spikes, and my breathing becomes labored.

I start to say something, but he gets there first.

His steely gaze scrutinizes them menacingly. He shifts his gray eyes away from me and moves behind me.

He gives them a strong order: "You can go; I'll be taking care of her from now on."

I turn my head to the side and see Jerik and his friends lower their heads in surrender and then hastily make their getaway.

Yes, I did not realize they were even there.

My captor-er, mate-releases his grip on my wrist and puts his arm around my waist, drawing me in. I feel a chill run up my spine.

"Woah!" I exhale.

His stunning gray eyes meet mine, and a small smile spreads across his face. There's a swirl in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.

"Interesting," he murmurs under his breath.

"That's my line."

"Last time I checked, your name wasn't on it."

"Sucks," I reply. "Because last time I checked, you don't even know my name."

He laughs, obviously amused. "Touché. Do you mind, my dear, telling me your name?"

My heart turned around.

First, I adjust my hood before responding. a routine I have.

"Alexandria," I muttered to myself.

"Alexandria," he says again in a seductive, seductive voice.

When the werewolves said that there was a strong mate link, they were telling the truth. Even though I had just recently met him, it took all of my strength not to throw my arms around him and give him a bear hug.

I was afraid of the mate bond, though, in a way. Even though I've only just met him, the mere sound of my partner shouting my name gave me chills. I rarely felt the feelings he made me feel. It didn't escape me to imagine what we would look like in a few years.

That is, if we ultimately choose to stay together.

I tilt my head to the side and beg him to respond. "Your name?" I inquired, perplexed that he didn't catch the message.

"Call me Theo."

Theo, Theo, Theo.

I started to respond, but another voice interrupted me.

"THEO!" A voice shouts from beyond the trees-a guy's voice.

Four people soon come to light. I observe that he attended the ball with the same friends.

Additionally, I noticed that they were irritated, and I suspected that this had anything to do with me.

Someone is in peril, oh. The idea makes me chuckle.

Theo looks at me, his mouth still twisted into a smile. "What's so funny, Alexandria?"

"Nothing," I reply, trying to contain my little outburst.

His buddies looked at him and then at me. For what seemed like an eternity, they said nothing and showed no interest. I move my weight from foot to foot because I don't like the looks I keep getting.

The man with the brown eyes and curling hair suddenly moves forward. His visage is completely devoid of emotion, only disdain. I wanted to strike him in the face because of it.

All of a sudden, he lost his attractiveness.

He yells, "Who is she?"

Do you think I'm offended?

With a smile, Theo says, "She's my mate, Giovanni."

I furrow my brow, wondering how he found his friend's response funny.

Giovanni, the male, runs a hand through his hair, seemingly having just heard the world's most distressing thing.

I laugh incredulously.

He turns to face his partner, who tries to calm him by rubbing his arm in circles. Then I saw a change in color in their eyes. I stifle a groan as I come to that understanding. I look to Theo for approval. He also had bright gray eyes.

That's right, they are disparaging me behind my back. Cuties.

I fold my arms in frustration at having to wait.

After fifty years, six years, and fifteen weeks, their secret conversation came to an end.

The first person to speak was the Asian girl with the ponytail. "Theo, she's a wild child." Bitchch, it's good to meet you too.

One of the twins, Giovanni's partner, had a worried look on his face. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing at the way she looked at me. Me? Sordid? Never!

Her eyebrows wrinkle as she says, "Scarlett and Gio are right. Once it has occurred, it cannot be allowed to occur again. Please, let's not take the chance."

Okay, whore, screw you too.

Theo looks at them without saying anything. He was clearly acting as though he was considering his options, but there was nothing else that might sway his choice.

The woman's twin, meanwhile, has a silly smirk on his face. He found amusement in the chaos inside his pack, and I concurred.

He sneered, "Seriously?" "Are Beta and my dear Celestina scaredy-cats?"

Bravo, young man.

Giovanni gives him a scowl. Emilio, what about Scarlett? Moron, she's on my side too.

"Gio, you know very well that I'll be dead as meat if I ever talk smack about my mate," he responds. Emilio is struck in the head by his mate, who snatches him by the shoulders. K. O. As if to instigate a quarrel, he begins to cuff his dress shirt's sleeves.

Celestina, I assumed, yells for them to halt as though it were normal. The hilarious couple immediately gets over their disagreement and straightens up.

Celestina looks at Theo for a little moment and asks, "Is she not going to talk at all?" as if observing my prolonged quiet. She said something that stopped me from wanting to talk further. "Oh, please! For heaven's sake, we don't need cowards in the pack!"

I flash her my middle finger and give her a kiss.

She responds with a surprised expression. Her partner instinctively lets out a low growl, hating the "disrespect" she received.

"Theo, I really don't like her," he says, emphasizing each and every word. Regards, Captain Obvious!

I smirked under my hood as I used my other hand to flip him off.

I give Theo a quick look. With a smug grin on his face, he looked back at his friends with his arms crossed. "Che peccato," he says, glancing at me. "Because I'm liking her."

Well, I wanted to say, well, duh, I'm your mate. But I didn't want to talk because it would take up valuable energy. It is just a useful tool for getting away, or better yet, for annoying the living daylights out of someone.

I mimic Theo's gesture, crossing my arms and putting my chin up as though I'm making fun of them.

They stare at us in shock, unable to accept that they would have to put up with me.

Together, he and I were trouble. The Moon Goddess took a chance when she paired us off.

But every now and then, the world needs a little taste of its own anarchy.

There is a benefit to chaos. It is essential.