Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 35

Lily's POV

"You have got to be kidding me" I said out loud when our ride arrived at the location of the party.

When Bia had said birthday party, I thought of something in a cozy suburban home with a tight group of friends.

A night club was the last thing I had in mind and when I looked at her in shock as we got down from our car, she merely shrugged and announced; "no take backs!" and led me towards the entrance, ignoring my appalled expression.

The club was located in one of the fancy areas outside of Shadow cove, and even though I was worried for my safety because leaving Shadow cove meant that werewolves needed to be wary of targets on their backs, thanks to the hunters prowling and searching for who to capture, I was just an omega and took solace in the fact that most slavers and hunters had no use for omega wolves.

They usually went for the big ones. The alphas, betas and every other hierarchy before the omegas. I rested in the fact that I was at least relatively safe and could blend with the humans.

I almost slipped in my heels and clinged to Bia like she was my lifeline.

"Act natural, sweetheart." Bia whispered to me as we flashed our fake identification cards and my eyes widened when the bouncers actually let us through.

Maybe it was because we were actually dressed like we were supposed to be at the bar.

Shifting from one foot to the other, I tried to pull down the hem of the silver dress that Bia had found in my wardrobe, a gift from Cade that I had never actually worn. At that time, it had been too big for me and I felt too stupid to wear it for him. Now, I've filled up nicely in my hips, thighs and boobs but that didn't stop me from still feeling stupid in the outfit.

Bia declared that I would look like a goddess in it and had forced me into it, screaming about how the dress fit my body like a glove.

Well, I didn't feel like a glove right now. I felt more like a circus clown walking on tightrope. The dress was so short that my legs was overly exposed and wobbling in the heels and my makeup was so heavy, it felt like it was going to fall from my face. Bia looked like a natural in her black glittery dress as she led me down to the private basement where her public school friends were gathered.

The basement was more rundown than the rest of the establishment upstairs and had beat up couches spread around the area I assumed to be the dancefloor.

The bar was less glamorous than the one I had seen upstairs and the noise was even louder here with upbeat music playing, compared to the actual club party happening upstairs. It felt like I had just stepped out of one world into another.

To further buttress my point, I noticed that the crowd here was way different from the one upstairs.

Case in point, the patrons.

I noted that there were a lot of girls in colourful and expensive mini dresses, glittery makeup, sky high stilettos and fake smiles, drinking, sipping colourful martinis with men that looked like they were very rich and proper enough to fit right in a country club, with their round neck shirts and white shorts in the top floor.

Here in the basement, however, there was a healthy mix of white, Hispanic and African American girls in leather shorts, crop tops and boots, colourful and extravagant tattoos and piercings decorating their bodies and the boys looked like people in street gangs that you crossed to the other side of the road to avoid.

The smell of cigarettes and strong liquor filled the air and Bia led me towards an empty seat at the bar, telling me to wait and order something as she was dragged away by a girl that I supposed had to be one of the friends that had invited her to the party. Just great. I was at a party where I didn't even know anybody and the one person I knew had been carted away like precious cargo.

"What can I get you?" The girl behind the bar asked, popping her gum and drumming her fingers on top the bar.

I blinked. She could not be more than my age, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her dress.

"Uh... like... like water?"

She laughed ruefully. "No, princess, like a drink... Unless you want weed brownies. I could whip that up."

"No, no," I said, cheeks flushing. "I'll get uh..." I was about to just give up and ask for the menu, since I didn't know s**t about alcoholic bar drinks when a boy slid into the stool beside me, resting his hand on my thigh like we had known each other for a long time. "She'll have a shot of vodka. Make that two shots, Rosie." He said smoothly and winked at the girl who responded with a smile, simultaneously squeezing my very bare thigh.

I immediately felt revolted.

Shifting away from him gently, I cleaned where his hand had touched my thigh subtly and he raised his brows.

"So, what's the name? You're clearly new around here and I would like to know you."

"I'm here with a friend." I answered vaguely and decided that it was time to go and find my best friend when he blocked my path with his leg.

"What kind of friend? Boyfriend? Or a guy that you f**k from time to time? Come on, sweetheart, are you gonna give me an answer or not? I want to see where this goes." Well, I don't.

"Sorry, please excuse me." I answered and I was about to go when he grabbed my arm.

"Don't be such a prude, b***h. I'm trying to make things work here and you're going off like you don't know where this is headed?" His hand tightened on my arm, his nails digging into my skin and I was about to scream when Bia arrived and slapped him hard across the face, causing him to release my hand in shock as he held his face.

Eyes red hot with anger, he rose and was about to hit her when someone held his hand in the air and when he turned, a much bigger taller boy stared him down.

"Would you like to hit my girlfriend and find out how many bones I can break in your body, mate?"

Girlfriend?

I looked at Bia with wide eyes and my best friend looked away shyly as we watched the boy that tried to hurt me grunt and walk away.

"This is not how I intended to introduce you guys. Lily, meet my boyfriend Angelo. Angelo, meet my best friend, Lily."

He had curly brown hair falling over his forehead, the unruly curls giving a wild and untamed edge to his features, a bandana tied around his forehead to keep his hair away from his face. His shoulders were broad with a toned chest and his skin was a rich brown, paired with coffee brown eyes that had a playful gleam in them but also has a no-nonsense side that I immediately knew that I shouldn't joke with. When our eyes met, I saw an immediate hostile look that suddenly changed when Bia stepped close to him.

"Nice to meet you, Lily. Bia has said a lot about you." He said with a grin, his lips resting on her forehead in a kiss and Bia was about to say something else when someone called her attention again and she waved at the two of us. "I'll be back in a bit! Get to know each other."

Nodding I looked at Angelo and saw that his smile had disappeared, his face filled with hostility.

"I thought you guys always moved around in a pack." He whispered and I froze as he raised his hand for a shake.

Maybe I had misheard, right? He could not know, right?

Taking his hand, I gasped as a burning sensation stung my palm and when I tried to pull away, his hand tightened around mine, stopping me. I felt my eyes water and the pain felt like it was frying my bones.

"I thought we all agreed that as long as you guys kept to your side, we would keep to ours, so what are you doing here, sweetheart? Where is the rest of your pack? And why are you hanging around Bia? I thought your kind hated humans." My eyes widened in surprise but I feigned ignorance and he grinned, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"I know what you are, Lily and if you know what is good for you, stay the hell away from my girl or you will not like the consequences."

And as he leaned back, he released my hand and when I looked at my palm, it was bloodied and my skin had peeled off.

I stared at him and he raised his hand with a smirk, flexing his silver ring and that was when I realized that I was in deep trouble because not only did he know who I was, he was the worst person for a wolf to be around. He was a hunter.