Marked by the Alphas

Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Katie POV

I feel a bit like a lost fart after Mindy left. Asher and Mason are standing with a group of men, and it looks like a heated conversation. I do not want to interrupt them, but sitting here by myself feels pathetic. Asher never brought me the drink he promised, and I am thirsty.

“Screw this,” I mutter, standing up. Asher brought me here as his date, and I might have amnesia, but I sure as hell know this is no way to treat a date. If I wanted to sit by myself, I would have stayed home.

I waddle towards Mason and Asher, but they do not even notice me.

“I don’t care,” Mason says adamantly. “I’m going to take what’s mine.”

Take what’s mine?

What the hell is Mason talking about?

“Am I interrupting?” I ask, and Mason and Asher spin around.

“Katie, I’m so sorry,” Ashen’s eyes widen. “I thought you were still talking to that girl. It looked like you made a friend.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrug. “It’s a lot to take in. I still have so much to learn about the other packs.”

“Nah,” Asher waves off the idea. “You’ll probably never see these people after this event.”

“Yeah,” Mason casually throws his arm over my shoulder, “Fortunately, they don’t fuck with us rogues too much. So, we don’t have to worry about getting caught up in their petty drama.”

“I guess,” I say casually. “But Mindy mentioned her pack like I should be impressed or at least familiar with it.”

“Ah, pack pride,” Ashen nods. “Loyalty to your pack and alpha is important. Which pack is she from?”

“Constantine, I think?” I reply, and Mason’s arm stiffens, and I swear Asher’s eyes darkened a shade. But they quickly recover and smile at me. Did I imagine it?

“Wealthy assholes,” Asher says casually, and Mason nods in agreement. “So far up their asses, they think they’re the only pack that matters.”

“I don’t want to talk about them,” Mason says, removing his arm and draining the rest of his drink in one gulp. “I want to have fun.”

“Would you care to dance, Mademoiselle?” Asher bows ridiculously, and I burst out laughing.

“Wouldn’t mind if I do, Monsieur,” I play along, and take his hand.

Asher sweeps me over the dance floor, spinning me gently. We dance song after song, and just as I thought I could sit down, Mason takes over.

By the time we sit down, I have no feeling left in my feet. More people join us, and I laugh when they tell me elaborate stories about random wolves around the room. Between the two of them, my glass remains full, they bring me food, and I am carefree and relaxed.

“Uh-oh,” Asher mumbles, pointing towards a group of men. “First fight of the night.”

“Let’s go outside,” Mason suggests. “This is not a scene for Katie.”

“I don’t mind a good fight,” I protest weakly as Asher helps me up.

“Until they throw a chair this way,” Mason snorts.

“It’s not safe for you and your pup,” Asher adds.

I allow them to lead me outside; my arms hooked through each of theirs. The night air is crisp and fresh, and I look up at the stars.

“This is so beautiful,” I sigh contentedly.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through my head, and I close my eyes. It is like I am transported to a different time and place. Two other wolves stand beside me. Their piercing blue eyes looked lovingly at me. Big, strong and very powerful. Two wolves I have never seen before. Or have I?

I open my eyes and see Mason and Asher standing beside me, and my brain short-circuits. Of course, they are standing beside me. Who else would be there? My heart stops, then hammers hard against my chest, causing a wave of nausea to sweep over me. A strong breeze picks up, waving my hair in all directions.

“What’s up with the wind?” Asher frowns.

“Beats me,” Mason adds. “Let’s go inside.”

The nausea subsides, and my heart calms down until I feel like myself again, just as the wind dies.

“What the fuck is up with Mother Nature?” Asher chuckles as Mason’s phone rings.

“She’s in a mood,” Mason smirks, looks at his phone and pales.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, still shaken up from my weird vision, as they pull away from me.

“Just a call we need to take,” Mason smiles weakly. “We’ll be back, okay?”

“What the ...” My voice drifts off, and I throw my hands up when they keep walking.

“Hey, Katie!” I swing around and see Mindy walking out of the lodge, flanked by two gigantic, meathead wolves. “This is Maxim and Monroe.” freewebnσvel.cøm

“Hi,” I say politely, and they nod.

“Doesn’t she look just like Elara?” Mindy sighs.

Oh, no, not this shit again. Mindy seems sweet, but she can use a little work on her social cues. What person wants to hear a stranger tell them multiple times that they look like their dead BFF?

“She does,” Monroe says, looking me up and down with a wary expression.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mason walking towards me, but as soon as he sees Maxim and Monroe, his face pales, then turns an angry red. What is going on with him?

“Mason, you met Mindy. And this is ...”

“Asher’s getting the car ready,” Mason cuts me off. “It’s time to go.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me toward him.

“Mason!” One of the guards calls out when we are a few steps away.

Mason freezes, his breathing heavy. We turn around to face the two men.

“Haven’t we met before?” He asks, looking suspiciously at Mason.