Moon Bound Hearts

Elena couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as she listened to Stella's insistence. "Come on, Elena, you promised we'd hit the club and party all night. You've only got a few days left here before heading back to California. Let loose a little," Stella urged with a sly wink, causing Elena to blush and hide her face with her hands.

"I really don't have anything to wear," Elena protested weakly, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance.

Stella brushed off her concern with a confident wave. "No worries, leave it to me," she assured, promptly whisking Elena away to her room. Clothes flew out of the closet as Stella rummaged through, determined to find the perfect outfit. "Aha, here it is!" Stella exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a dress that blocked Elena's view.

Elena's bed showcased a stunning red lace dress, revealing and tight-fitting, accompanied by matching lingerie, red killer heels that threatened her stability, and a pair of sparkling diamond earrings. Elena's protest was swift, her voice laced with trepidation. "If I wear that, I might as well break my neck in those heels."

Stella's retort was equally swift, her tone teasing. "Well, if you're aiming to make the most of tonight, that dress is your best bet. Otherwise, no guy will give you a second glance in your usual 'revealing' attire."

Resignedly, Elena began preparing herself for the party. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her appearance in the striking dress.Stella definitely has a knack for fashion,she mused, secretly pleased with how she looked.

Stella's approving gaze confirmed Elena's thoughts. "You look absolutely stunning, Elena.

Every guy in the room will be vying for your attention," Stella remarked, as she finished with

Elena's hair style and make up, her eyes sweeping over Elena appreciatively.

Elena returned the compliment, admiring Stella's appearance. "And you're not looking too shabby yourself," Elena replied, playfully checking her friend out.

"Thank you," Stella grinned. "Ready to roll?"

Elena nodded, and the two friends linked arms as they made their way to the car, embarking on their journey to the club. After a short drive, they reached the bustling venue.

As Elena and Stella patiently stood in line, a sense of anticipation built within Elena. Her gaze wandered toward the club's exterior, taking in the visual feast before her. The façade of the club was a vibrant display of contemporary artistry and pulsating vitality. Neon lights adorned the building's surface, casting an enchanting radiance that painted the surrounding sidewalk with a mesmerizing palette of electric hues. The architectural design seemed to awaken under this kaleidoscope of colours – a harmonious blend of sleek lines and bold angles that hinted at the electrifying experiences concealed within its walls.

Through the towering glass windows, a seductive glimpse of the inner world beckoned, offering a tantalizing preview of the dance floor's vibrant energy and the captivating ambience that awaited them. The distant yet persistent thump of the music reverberated through the club's structure, akin to a rhythmic heartbeat that mirrored the excitement and energy that filled the air.

The line was dauntingly long, causing Elena to question her decision. She let out an internal groan, regretting her eagerness to come to this club.

Elena's hopeful plea couldn't sway Stella's determination. "We're staying here. This is one of the top clubs in America. Besides, there are rumours that the hottest guys, even gangsters and mafia, frequent this place," Stella stated firmly.

Elena, however, had her concerns. "But what if we attract the wrong kind of attention? What if some mafia guy decides to kidnap us?"

Stella's response was unwavering. "Sometimes, a little trouble brings about a refreshing change."

Their wait in line dragged on, the chilly night air making it increasingly uncomfortable. Just as

Elena was about to voice her dissatisfaction, a sleek black Lykan Hypersport glided past them, heading toward the VIP section. Though she couldn't see inside, something about the car captivated her attention.

"What's caught your eye?" Stella inquired, snapping Elena out of her reverie.

Elena shook her head, trying to refocus. "Nothing, just that car that went into the VIP section."

Stella dismissed it, turning her attention back to the line. Almost thirty minutes had passed, and the cold was seeping into their bones. Just as Elena was about to speak again, two imposing figures in well-fitted suits approached them – bouncers, most likely, though they looked more like models than security personnel. They stood tall, exuding confidence and charm.

Elena was momentarily stunned by their presence. One had blond hair and stood at an impressive 6 feet, the second towered at 6 feet 2 inches, while the third measured a still-imposing 5 feet 9 inches. One of them addressed Elena, his voice commanding yet polite. "You may enter now, ma'am."

Gathering her nerves, Elena inquired hesitantly, "Can my friend come with me?"

"Of course, if you'd both follow me," the bouncer replied courteously, leading them toward the club entrance. The other two bouncers followed, their tall figures casting a protective shadow over the girls. The man who had guided them wasn't just a bouncer; he held an air of authority. As they reached the entrance, a formidable figure greeted them, bowing his head deferentially and opening the door with a flourish.

Inside, the club was a sensory overload: thumping music, the scent of sweat and alcohol, flashing lights, and bodies moving in rhythm. The dance floor was a sea of movement, people were lost in the music. Elena felt a surge of discomfort; this wasn't her scene. She sensed eyes on her, their gaze piercing through the crowd, leaving her unsettled and slightly paranoid.

As Elena and Stella navigated the pulsating atmosphere, Elena couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her, watching her every move.

Oliver stood by the loft window, his gaze fixed on the city's constellation of lights. Manson's voice sliced through his contemplation, pulling him back to the present.

Dude, I'm getting bored. Let's go to the club and have some fun, Manson, Oliver's beta and best friend, suggested.

He was right Oliver; we were so busy in training the whole three months that we hardly got time to have some fun and now that we were done with it why didn't we go to a club and have some fun maybe who knows we will find our mate there, Nick, Oliver's gamma and another close friend, said to him.

Fine, then get ready for the club, Oliver said to them, and they jumped up and ran to their rooms to get ready.

God, they act like children sometimes. Anyway, I think the club will be a good idea to distract me because, for some days almost two months for some reason, my wolf Roy has been acting weird, pacing around in my mind and giving me a headache. And whenever I try to ask him what's wrong with him he shuts me out. But today he is acting weirder than before giving me a huge headache and I think that the club will be a good distraction for me, with that thought Oliver goes to his room and gets ready to go to the club.

They get in the car and drive away to the club owned by Oliver's father. The drive towards the club was 15 minutes from his home and in the whole drive, he feels Roy jumping around in his mind excitedly as a little child gets to eat ice cream after many long years.

When he asks him what's the matter with him he says he will know with time and blocks him out, he just shrugs at him and concentrates on his emails. As soon as he gets out of the car a wonderful smell hits him like a wall. It smells like Honey, lemon, and Cinnamon three of his favourite smells.

He looks around his surroundings to find the bearer of the smell until his eyes meet with the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes and he's immediately mesmerized by them.

Mate! Mate! his wolf said inside his head excitedly. He looks up to see a girl with dirty blonde hair, a pointed jaw, fully pulp pink lips, light chocolate brown eyes, and a perfect body. To say she was beautiful was the understatement of the year. He was enjoying looking or checking out his mate when suddenly he saw two hands come inside taking him out of his trance.

What? he and Manson shouted at the same time. The owner of the hands is Nick.

What's up? You zone out on me, and who were you looking at? Nick asks, looking behind him to see what they are looking at.

Well, I found your Luna and my mate, he said with a smirk.

Congratulations dude, I also found my mate, Manson said with a wide grin on his face.

Who? Nick asks.

The girl with dirty blonde hair and a red dress, he said while looking at his mate lovingly.

And the girl with whom she is speaking in a black dress is my mate, Manson said while looking at her like she is his whole world.

So what are we waiting for let's go and introduce all of us to our Luna and beta female, I can't wait to meet them and spend some time with them, let's go, Nick said and was about to go towards them but he stopped them.

Wait, they are here to enjoy. Let them enjoy themselves and after some time we will go to them and make them ours, they are here to have their time let them be, he said to them.

Fine, but I don't want them to stay here and wait in line. They deserve the best of the world,

Manson said while looking at his mate.

Don't worry I will tell my bodyguards to take them in and guide them in the VIP section, they are our mates and they will get the best things in the world, with that said they all get inside the club and walk to their booth.

There were two blonde women in a red and black dress, they looked like they were guiding them here and their drinks were on us, they look like this, he said and showed them the picture he had taken of them when he was outside of the club. They nod at him and walk out to do as he tells them.

What are you doing? go to your mate! Need Mate! His wolf Roy whines at him.

I know Roy but just let her enjoy herself with her friend freely because after that she will be ours and only ours, he said to him and he calmed down when they saw their mate come inside the club with her friend and go to the bar.

She grabs some shots and drinks it in one shot. Then she goes to the dance floor and dances with her friend. He can't able to take his eyes off his mate.

She is just gorgeous, isn't she? Roy asks.

Yes, she is, and she is all ours, he said to him with a smirk.

You stay here if you want but I can't stay away from my mate anymore, I am going there, Manson said to him and walked towards his mate.

Then suddenly a creepy-looking man comes towards Oliver's mate and says something in her ears making his wolf growl. He was about to walk towards her, but suddenly a woman came towards him and started clinging to him.

Hey, handsome want to have some fun with me? she slurred while clinging to his arms in a seductive voice which sounded like someone was running their nail on a blackboard.

Sorry but not interested, he said, removing his hand from her hands. He turns to look at the bar to see that she is not there. He tries to look at his surroundings to find her but to no avail, so he tries to heighten his senses and sniff the air for her particular scent.

Elena and Stella stepped into the vibrant nightclub, the thumping music and colourful lights immediately engulfing them. An eerie sensation crawled up Elena's spine as unseen eyes seemed to bore into her. She glanced around nervously, trying to identify the source of the unsettling feeling.

Stella, undeterred by the atmosphere, grabbed Elena's hand and pulled her towards the bar.

"Come on, let's get something to drink!" Stella yelled over the music, her excitement infectious.

Elena followed, her unease temporarily masked by her friend's enthusiasm.

At the bar, Stella leaned in close to Elena. "What do you want to drink?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard.

"Just a coke," Elena replied, her voice barely audible amidst the surrounding cacophony. She couldn't help but feel out of place, her reluctance to indulge in alcohol setting her apart.

Stella's eyes widened, and she let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh no, we're not having that! Tonight, we're doing shots and getting properly drunk!" She signalled to the bartender and confidently ordered four shots.

Elena hesitated, her apprehension growing. She wasn't accustomed to heavy drinking, and the thought of downing shots made her stomach churn. Reluctantly, she accepted the two shots Stella handed her. They raised their glasses and knocked back the shots in unison. The burning sensation down Elena's throat was accompanied by a warm rush that quickly spread through her veins.

Stella grabbed Elena's hand once more, and they ventured onto the dance floor. Amid the pulsating music and swirling lights, they moved together in rhythm, the alcohol adding a newfound sense of liberation to Elena's movements. Unwanted attention from strangers soon became a nuisance, but she swatted them away with determined confidence.

"I want more drinks, let's go!" Stella shouted into Elena's ear. The alcohol had begun to blur Elena's reservations, and she found herself nodding in agreement. Tomorrow was a distant concern, and for now, she was caught up in the excitement of the night.

As they pushed their way back to the bar, Stella ordered another round of shots. The drinks were downed quickly, and Elena could feel herself teetering on the edge of a pleasant haze. Stella's laughter resonated in her ears as she danced away with a suitor, leaving Elena alone in the sea of

bodies.

A man with a predatory aura approached Elena, his advances unsettling. "Hey there, sweet cheeks. You look lonely. Can I buy you a drink?" he slurred, his words oozing with insincerity.

Elena forced a giggly smile, feeling increasingly detached from herself. "Well, you may, sir," she replied, her voice betraying her discomfort. The man's hand slid possessively around her waist, and she tensed, her anxiety escalating.

Desperate to escape, Elena attempted to brush off his advances, but her efforts only seemed to embolden him. Panic surged through her as his grip tightened, and she could feel the effects of the alcohol dulling her senses. Her surroundings blurred as her attempts to break free grew more frantic.

A low, menacing growl resonated in the air, momentarily drowning out the music. Ignoring it as a product of her intoxicated mind, Elena's struggles were abruptly halted as the man was violently thrown aside. She stumbled, her gaze meeting a pair of intense blue eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul.

Time seemed to stand still as a surge of electricity passed between them. Elena's breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with the stranger who had come to her rescue. The chaos around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in an inexplicable connection.

Dizziness overwhelmed Elena, and her eyelids grew heavy. The world spun around her, and she began to fall, her body betraying her. Just before her consciousness slipped away, strong arms caught her, cradling her against a broad chest. Despite the darkness that beckoned, she felt an overwhelming sense of security.

Oliver, an Alpha with a powerful presence, held Elena protectively in his arms.

Elena, even in her dazed state, sensed a spark of connection as Oliver's firm grip enveloped her. It was as if their souls recognized each other, igniting a bond that transcended their fleeting encounter.

The primal instincts of his wolf, Roy, had guided him to her. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he witnessed how perfectly she fit against him as if she had been designed for his embrace.

As he carried her out of the club, Oliver's mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. His wolf urged him to claim her, to mark her as his own. Yet, a deeper part of him, tempered by human restraint, wanted to ensure her safety above all else.

Oliver emerged from the dimly lit club, his steps slightly unsteady from a night filled with laughter, music, and a few too many drinks. He took his phone out and called his driver to come and pick him up from the club not wanting to separate from his mate to drive back home.

As he stood there, waiting for the car to arrive, he closed his eyes and reached out with his thoughts, tapping into the unique connection he shared with his friend. The bond they had formed allowed them to communicate without words, their minds intertwining like tendrils of mist.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know we're on our way home. My mate got a bit carried away tonight. Please let her friend knows that she is safe with me so that she won't worry about her whereabouts," Oliver informed his friends.

"Got it. Good night and have fun," Nick said through mind link and Oliver chuckled at his friend's playfulness knowing full well that is not going to happen. Even if he was dying to mate with her and mark her as his, he is not some pervert who takes advantage of a sleeping person.

The car pulled up to the curb, interrupting his reverie. The driver stepped out, holding the door open with a professional nod.

"Good evening, sir. Ready to head home?" the driver asked, his voice a soothing balm to Oliver's slightly hazy mind.

Oliver helped his unconscious friend into the backseat of the sleek black car before sliding in beside him. As the door closed, he exchanged a knowing look with the driver.

"Thank you. Let's get going," Oliver replied, his voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and fatigue.

The car smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, the city's bright lights gradually fading into the distance.

Arriving at his home, Oliver gently laid Elena on his bed, ensuring she was comfortable. He order one of the Omega to change her clothes while making sure she did not wake up. He debated briefly before leaving a glass of water and painkillers on the nightstand, a gesture of concern for her well-being.

As he stood by her bedside, watching over her sleeping form, a sense of contentment washed over Oliver. The enigmatic connection between them was undeniable, and he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of rightness. Roy's voice echoed in his mind, reassuring him that Elena was indeed their destined mate, carefully chosen by the Moon goddess herself.

He takes a last look at his mate and walks to his closet to change into comfortable clothes. He walks out of the changing room gets inside the bed brings Elena closer to him and falls asleep with her in his arms.