My Alpha's Mark

147 Jealous

I’ve never seen Clara so relaxed and I definitely have never seen her giggle. She’s so enthusiastic that I can’t help but want her to keep being this way. I need to match her energy. I think I deserve a nice little kick back. I’ve never really had a close group of girlfriends and this feels like the closest I’ll ever get. Dropping the shot glass to the table, I open my eyes to find the world is spinning, or maybe it’s me? I steady msyelf and find Nyx’s burning gaze on me.

“There’s no need to worry. I’ll keep an eye on my sisters,” Nyx mouths.

Clara’s cheeks are flushed as she pours me another shot. I’m not surprised as cold liquid splashes against my hand. Looking down I watch as liquid courage pours down my hand and onto the table.

“There!” Clara squeals. “I filled it!” I can’t help the giggle that shakes my chest and spills from my lips.

“That’s not what you did,” I said. “What?!” Clara asked.

“That’s not what you did!” I yell.

“Did too!” Clara says as she turns her attention to her glass. I watch as she struggles to touch the bottle to her shot glass. When it rests on the glass she tips the bottle up and fills her glass until it’s overflowing. “Mm, it’s been SO long!” Clara yells. She turns to Nyx while she puts the bottle down. “Hasn’t it, Yx?” Clara slurs.

“It has. Don’t start with that. Just enjoy the night, sis. Don’t look back, only forward,” Nyx said.

“Yes, I won’t look back. Right, Kacie? We won’t look back at the fact that you’ve got my mate,” Clara said, her brow furrowing as she looks down at her shot glass.

“I’m sorry about that. There wasn’t really anything I could do. I love him,” I said.

“I know. I shouldn’t have hated you, but I did,” Clara said while nodding, her hair bobbing with the motion. “You’re my sister and you didn’t even know. You had everything I’ve ever wanted. A home, our Mate, Freedom. I hated you,” she said as she lifts the shot glass. A terrible feeling fills my belly as I lift mine and our glasses clink together. Throwing our heads back, we down it like water. The burn isn’t there anymore and I know we’ve reached a point where our words will be more honest than they should be.

“It was even harder when we came back for you and you weren’t just with Viktor. You were with your Beta too,” Clara continued. I could feel my heart break for her.

“I know that must not have been easy,” I yelled.

“It wasn’t,” Clara yelled back, a stray tear rolled down her cheek and showed me just how hurt she was.

“It just happened,” I yelled.

“It’s none of my business honestly,” Clara yelled. “It just made me jealous.”

“Jealous?” I asked. Clara nodded. “Why was he okay but not me?” Clara asked. Before I could try and find an answer she covered my mouth.

“Don’t answer that,” Clara slurred. “You don’t need to. I shouldn’t have said that. Can we pretend I didn’t say that?” Clara asked. I grabbed her hand and nodded.

“I didn’t hear you,” I yelled. She smiled at me thankfully. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “What do witches do when their fated rejects them?”

Clara sighs before she drops her glass and starts to fill it up again. I can hear a faint voice telling me to take the bottle away but it’s getting fainter and fainter. She blinks a few times as she focuses harder than she probably should while pouring a drink.

“We’re supposedly never the same again, our soul shattering. We basically lose half of ourselves but that’s bullshavic isn’t it?” Clara asked.

“Bullshavic?” I asked.

“Yes. Isn’t it?” Clara asked as if that made her make sense. “What am I going to do? I’m going to get laid. Fuck what they say about one destined. Fuck being alone and depressed while I watch him be happy. No thankkkssssss. That sounds lame, right?” Clara asked. She looked back and forth between me and Nyx. I looked at Nyx and she stared back at me with a look I wasn’t sure I could put a label to. Looking back to Clara I nodded.

“I agree. I don’t think that it’s fair that you have to be hung up over the one dick you were supposed to have but didn’t even get to sample. It’s a nice dick, a really nice one, but that’s just not fair, it’s not fair at all,” I said.

“I bet it’s a nice dick, but it can’t be nice enough for me to live in isolation for the rest of my life. No, I’m not going to do that,” Clara said as she held her shot glass in front of her.

“I don’t think you should have to. You shouldn’t do that, Clara. You should be happy. You should do what you want. You should get dick,” I said.

“Right? I shouuuuld get dick. I deserve dick,” Clara whined. She took another shot and slammed it down on the table hard.

“Not just ANY dick,” I said. “Big dick, you deserve BIG dick. One that will give you everything you deserve.”

“Yes,” Clara said eagerly. Her eyes were wide and she turned to look at the dance floor. “The issue is finding someone with that ENERGY.”

“How will we know?” I asked.

“I have an idea,” Clara said mischievously.

“Oooh, what’s this idea?” I asked.

“It’s a smart one, but I need you to do it with me. You have to assist me,” Clara said.

“I can do that. It’s the least that I can do after what happened. I’ll help you,” I swore. “So what’s the big idea?” I whisper yelled.

“WE GO OUT THERE AND FEEL THEM!” Clara yelled loudly over the music.