Home with The Alpha

Meeting Elijah

Camille was sure she sounded so old as she stated confused, “It’s Tuesday.” Shrugging confused about why the day of the week was important Maxine giggled, “So you wanna go?” Shaking her head in denial slowly, Camille was then nagged for an hour.

“Come on Cami I don’t want to go alone!” Maxine whined making her sigh tiredly, “Why are we going to a club on a Tuesday night for? We have work tomorrow AND I don’t want to be stumbling into the house at like four in the morning. The last thing I can afford to do is piss off Mrs. And Mr. Tomsen.”

Pulling out facts, Maxine kept Camille from closing the case too quickly, “BUT you moved to the back of their place, right? Unless you’re screaming at the top of your lungs, your home, I'm sure they’ll be well asleep when we get back.” Maxine pulled Camille into her arms, “And who cares what day of the week it is! We’re adults, we’ve been working hard, AND auntie is opening late tomorrow so we can sleep in.”

Still not excited even though Maxine made valid points for this to happen, Camille’s face seemed to voice her disapproval. “Why are you so opposed to fun?” Maxine pouted confused at her sexy friend’s lack of a social life. Or desire to have one.

Camille didn’t answer immediately. She felt awkward having to say it out loud but when restocking in the herb room, she had to come out with it.

“I didn’t grow up having fun,” Camille didn’t look at Maxine as she put more Jungle Root into a jar, “I grew up in a convent and the one time we snuck out? I was punished for it cruelly.” The idea of just being young, dumb, and wanting life not a thing Sister Harriet or Sister Jo heard, her drinking a beer and kissing some boy had put her in the hot seat.

“The nuns made us kneel on rice for almost three hours.”

Maxine turned to her and looked at her shocked as her friend recounted, "I told you I was an orphan, and I grew up in a nunnery. Well I did, and they were very heavy with discipline if they felt you were deviating from the right path the lord paved for us. I had to kneel on rice once for sneaking out and going to a party, it was awful and I've always associated the two I suppose. Going out means punishment."

Besides us alone? We're targets, we could get kidn*pped. And I love you lots cutie, but you don't look like you'd come to save me. And this ain't Taken, I ain't got a daddy around to come rescue my ass either."

Holding up a finger Maxine argued, “Well what if we don’t want to be rescued cuz-.”

Holding up her finger, Camille finished for her friend, “and no I wouldn’t give a f**k if they were hot and rich. I’m a black woman in the late two thousand era, I can’t get into the trope of k********g and enslavement hoping I'll get the Beast to my Belle, I'll pass. Mostly because my ancestors would ban me from the afterlife cookout.”

Rolling her eyes, Maxine hit her arm, “Oh come on, this isn’t a movie and I’ll be there to have your back. I won’t drink and will be the designated driver, but I can smoke and so can you. So, dancing and maybe getting a little male attention would be nice?”

In Camille’s opinion? No.

Because usually the male attention she attracted were all douchebags or assholes wanting to take advantage of her soft heart. Not to mention tell lies, because none of these things told by a man had seem to ever be the truth in her experience.

But Maxine’s big green pleaded with the omitted, “I need a night out. It’s better in my uncle and aunt’s house, but it’s my uncle’s house. And he’s driving me nuts. Please, come out with me.” And because Camille could see the truth to the true desire of not wanting to be home? She groaned relenting with the huffed, “Fine!”

Cheering Maxine twerked her ass, “Yes! Now what are we wearing is the question?”

Camille hadn’t known. She'd gone shopping but her clothes were all jeans, shorts, and a skirt or two with a nice top. But not something for clubbing in her opinion.

Which Maxine agreed too after going through Camille’s closet. “You dress cute but we’re not giving cute tonight, we’re trying to leave tongues on the floor.” Which is why she suddenly pulling a mini dress from her bag and announced, “You can wear this with those.” she instructed, pointing to Camille’s black strappy heels.

Putting on the dress, the thin purple velvet dress was sleeveless with the back out. Spaghetti straps on her shoulders she was cool with a black jean jacket before taking off her bonnet. “Whoa…”

Turning, Camille smiled as Maxine whistled, “You did your hair.” Yeah, she had. Passion twists to the middle of her back, they sprung as she tied the ones in the front back. Two dangling on either side, she looked in the beads she had and put a couple of the light purple and clear ones on each before tying the ends.

Silver hoops with matching rings on her fingers, Camille finished with Maxine. In her black shirt that had diamonds studded strings criss crosse dover her breast. Tight leather skirt, the Maxine looked sexy as she flipped her red curly hair over shoulder, “Ready?”

Agreeing, Camille let Maxine pull her out to her car and the drive to a town over was a good forty minutes. Luckily both women had the same taste in music, so it was a good time before the good time began.

It was forty minutes later they were in another village that was more like a city. Surrounded by woods, the little dot of life had shops and businesses still open. Diners and pubs, people walking up the streets in clusters, the night was young for them.

And as the club sat waiting for them with a line down the sidewalk, both watched it grow in seconds.

Taking in the large building with its strobing lights being shown through the club windows. The street seemed to shake with the force from the music. Swinging into a parking spot, Camille watched Maxine check her boobs one last time.

After a lip gloss check and one last spritz of perfume, both walked across the street. Maxine surprised Camille by pulling her to the door and into the club past the bouncers without protest.

Gliding into the club that pulsed with life it seemed bigger on the inside as three floors of people danced like maniacs.

Finding a booth and getting drinks ordered, the music was surprisingly not rave but hip/hop. Not sure Camille knew the person on the track, she was still enjoying it as she nodded along. She was taken from her head when Maxine gave her a huge drink and as she sipped both nodded.

Laughing as they talked and was joined by other hot girls; Camille playfully waggled her eyebrows at Maxine nodding to one playfully. Laughing after her earlier question had now become a joke, Maxine waved her off before passing a THC vape to her. Hitting it, Camille for the first time enjoyed herself as she was soon finding the music too good to resist.

Dancing with her friend as the music thumped through her, she felt eyes on her suddenly. And as time slowed down…she slowly turned to see him.Him being Elijah Smoak.

Turning to their delta, both stopped seeing him focused on something intently.

“You okay over here, Delta?” Looking over at the deep voice, Evan Stone nodded at his alpha, “Yeah, sorry man. Just…she’s here.” Going to where Evan stood by the bar railing overlooking the dance floor, Elijah easily found the red head. A Shaw… “Ah, so the youngest Shaw spell caster, is it?”

Nodding happily in confirmation, Evan grinned when his alpha happy for him said, “That’s great friend. Why do you stand here when there’s that to enjoy?” Seeing the red head dancing on the floor with friends, he couldn’t see the appeal in her. But he knew his friend should be out there and enjoying the curves of his mate against him happily.

An urge Evan was indeed fighting as he growled lowly, “She’s being...difficult. My wolf is tired of waiting and it’s driving me crazy and why is she wearing that!?”

Seeing the bright blue flashing in his gaze, Elijah cautioned, “Easy delta, you don’t want to go at her so hard right now if things are complicated. If she has reservations, catching her off guard isn’t fair.” Breathing deep at his alpha’s cautioning, Elijah warned, “You know of the bad blood between your families. And while we wish it was nothing, it’s still a thing.”

And it would become an even bigger thing if he had to intervene if it goes bad again. Something he wouldn’t want to do since the mating between a couple should be just that.

Between the couple.

But it wasn’t sometimes, sometimes it included others like fathers, brothers, and ancient family members never even met. Which f*****g sucked sometimes.

Evan frowned as Maxine continued to torture him as she danced for others. “Apparently so. And it didn’t get any better because of that whole situation four summers ago with her older cousin. There’s pressure I guess on her end to mate right. If there is such a thing.”

Seeing his delta so upset about it made the larger man look out to the floor again. Seeing Evan’s mate, he started to assure him, she’d come around, it was her nature to be with him. And one day she’d wake up to that as will others.

But as Elijah fixed his mouth to say all of that, the woman Maxine was dancing with grabbed his attention and he was starstruck for a moment. His wolf immediately howled in his head as Alpha Elijah Smoak immediately recognized her in a crowd of thousands.

It hit him hard and made his head swim with the buzz as the word “MINE,” was ripped from his chest like a declaration. He recognized her instantly as his alpha female and as his fate tied to hers, the eye contact that happened felt like someone had squeezed his chest.

Gorgeous brown eyes finding his, his gold took in every inch of her as he told his delta, “My mate is here.”