Derrick^^^^^^

Revised 4.25.18

I look at her and think to myself how can such a little thing take that many drinks and still be standing. She's had a couple of shots and close to three melodies - my own special drink concoction. I like to add new drink to the menu every couple of weeks to keep the customers coming in. The faithful customers usually show up just in time for the new addition to the menu.

I admit when she asked me to dance, I was ecstatic. She is beautiful and different from the crowd that usually comes in here. Which is usually men between the ages of 21 and 50. We get women but usually when it's for a bachelorette or ladies night. We don't really have them coming in here just to hang out.

I scan the dance area to find that she is still dancing. A low chuckle leaves my mouth as I watch her swaying her hips sensually to the music on the small dance floor.

I tend to some customers that just came in. When I finish up their drinks and hand them out. I glance back at Samantha to see some guys sitting at a table close by her. They are chatting it up and are obviously checking her out. Looks like one of them likes what he sees because he gets up and makes his way to her.

I don't know why but I have this feeling pulling at me to keep and eye on her and make sure nothing happens to her. When she walked in here she looked so cute trying to look as confident as possible. I could still see that she had never stepped into a bar before in her life. She was nervous and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt until I walked up to ask what she'd like to drink.

The guy begins to dance with Samantha and it looks like she is having fun. She tilts her back to laugh as he twirls her around in his arms. I'm so glad she has loosened up and is starting to have fun. I don't know what brought here but it looks like she has successfully forgotten about it.

While I'm in the middle of making a drink for an older gentlemen, who is sitting on the opposite side of the bar, I hear a string of profanities coming from the beautiful mouth of my new petite friend.

I look up and through the mirror hanging behind the bar I can see the guy she was dancing with has his hands running down her backside as he pulls her closer to his body. Samantha is pulling away and hitting him as she continues to swear, calling him every name in the book.

I run from behind the bar to deal with the scumbag when I hear the sound of glass shattering against the cold hard floor; The sound came from right behind me making me think that I had knocked something over but when I look over to see what happened, I see a very pissed off bar owner. "Hey boss, what happened? Do you know those guys?"

His eyes close from a brief moment and when they open, a pair of golden eyes stare back. Only one word comes out of his mouth.

"Mate."

"Oh, crap!" I swear out loud as I step back with my hands raised up in surrender. Well, at least now I understand why I felt a small connection with Samantha from the moment she stepped in through the door. Turns out she's Jacob's mate. 

Jacob and I grew up together in the same wolf pack. Our mothers were best friends and so naturally we became best friends. I was always the skinny small boy that everyone picked on. I was a smaller size than the average boy for being a werewolf. Especially with such a strong werewolf bloodline, I was expected to be more than what people saw on the outside. But not Jake. No, he accepted me for who I was and stood up for me when I didn't have the balls to do it myself.

I finally outgrew the awkward stage at 16 years old after I came back from summer vacation that year having grown a couple inches and bulked up quite a bit. It took lots of hard work but it eventually paid off. Jacob and I were the ones everyone wanted to be around when we were at school or training, or just chilling.

We were and are quite the pair of friends. My brother. So naturally, I'm excited he finally found his beautiful mate. (I will not be telling him that- we'll keep that between us) He deserves to be happy after dealing with the death of his parents and becoming alpha so young. He's way too uptight. He deserves to be happy finally.

Before things can out of hand, I decide to stand on the sidelines, just in case Jake needs me for any reason. We can't have his wolf coming out. We, Werewolves tend to be a little emotional and angry when it comes to messing with their mate.

Okay. Okay. More than a little.

I personally haven't found my mate yet but I have faith I will and soon. It's funny you know. Growing up, they teach you everything about being a werewolf but it's nothing but information until you experience it first hand.

Things are about to ugly here. Pull up a chair and pop some popcorn cuz its about to get good. 

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