P.S. You're My Mate
Chapter 01

GRACE

Let's get one thing straight when I say I hate something I mean it and I will never do it. However, ifmy dumbass best friend: Monica Steerling happened to be involved, then suddenly you'll replace medoing things I wouldn't normally do; things that were completely out of my character — like comingto this human nightclub and allowing her to gorge more than a gallon of alcohol.

Unfortunately, that was what it took for her to feel the slightest bit tipsy and she planned on gettinghammered, so once she began ordering drinks, they just kept coming with no end in sight. Shemade sure that I drank too, knowing that the effects wouldn't last that long so we could easily makeit back home. Either way, if a human tried to touch us, our wolves would take over and it would be“bye-bye human’.

One of the many perks to being a werewolf if you had to ask me.

We healed rapidly, our senses were heightened, we were fast and completely agile, we were strongwith only a few things that could truly harm us, and we had a long life span; our youthful yearslasting far longer than the average human.

At twenty-five, I could easily pass for a sixteen-year-old, and where that may have been good insome cases, in most it wasn't. Getting into this club was a pain in the behind because they didn'tbelieve that my ID was real. Being extremely short for a werewolf also played its part.

The music blared from the speakers, its vibration combined with the jumping and dancing ofeveryone in the area caused the floor to vibrate beneath my feet. I hated these places because, as awerewolf with a great sense of smell, I could get the foul odor of the sweaty people grinding andgroping each other. There was the potent scent of alcohol lingering in the air as well but that wasn'twhat made my stomach curl and twist into knots. It was the stench of every hormonal human thatwas aroused and stuffed into this small, confined place that made me want to hurl.

"Whoa..." Monica yelped, nearly tripping on her own feet and planting a wet kiss on the disgustingfloor. She managed to grab ahold of the bar in time though, steadying herself before orderinganother round of tequila shots.

"Mono, you've had enough to drink," I slurred. She had been pumping me with alcohol from thetime we entered so I wasn't surprised. Unlike her, I was a quiet drunk that just sat and minded myown business.

She, on the other hand, became louder and difficult to deal with.

"Don't," she paused, holding a finger to my face, "call me that. You make me sound like some sort ofkz

I snickered. It did sound like an STI but I had called her that since kindergarten and nothing wasabout to stop me now, "Nope, MONO!" I yelled her name on purpose which caused the cutebartender to shake his head and laugh.

"Grace Savannah Evans, don't make me give you a wedgie!" Her lips tilted into a sloppy smile. Mybest friend was officially completely hammered.

The bartender placed our shots in front of us and within a second we downed them as if they werewater. We didn't even need the slices of lemon that he handed us.

"Don't look now but that guy has been staring at you the entire night,” Monica slurred into my ear,gesturing to someone behind me, "It's like no matter where he stands, his eyes just fall on you."

I giggled — blame the alcohol, "And how would you know that if you weren't eyeballing him theentire night?"

She rolled her beautiful forest green eyes at me, flipping her long jet black hair over her shoulder ina sassy motion, "He's one fine piece of meat, baby. I was thinking of shooting my shot but then,clearly the man is into you.”

"You're insa—" I was cut off by the most intriguing smell ever. A smell that lulled out the horridstench of this place. I inhaled deeply, relishing it. It reminded me of the salty air that kissed yourface the moment you stepped foot onto the beach.

"Gracey, baby?" Monica sang, snapping her fingers in front of me, "Come on, snap out of it,” shesaid a little harsher but her voice had dropped to a whisper. Nudging me with her elbow, shecontinued, "Mister tall, tanned, and mouth-watering is standing behind you."

I could feel the buzz of that tequila shot finally setting it. It was that extra push I needed to becompletely clobbered. Wobbling slightly, I turned around and was met with the most divine-lookingman I had seen all night.

He stood tall with broad shoulders and a toned body. The gray t-shirt he wore fitted him tooperfectly, it seemed like his biceps would rip the seams. My eyes drifted lower, replaceing him in blackskinny jeans that were quite snug and a pair of biker boots.

"Eyes up here, sweet cheeks," he cooed in a low voice that almost sounded way too sensual for himto be using on me.

I chose to ignore whatever corny name he decided to call me due to the embarrassment of beingcaught ogling him. Monica was right, he did look like one fine piece of meat. A wave of heatdrowned me, my cheeks probably tinting a shade of pink that my blush was sure to cover up.

The wonders of makeup.

My eyes fell to my feet but that was short-lived when the man hooked a finger under my chin. Thelittle contact made my skin tingle but I ignored it thinking it must have been the alcohol messingwith my brain. Then he picked my head up and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

His deep brown eyes made me feel like I was drowning in sweet, sweet honey. He had an anchoringstare that was difficult to pull away from but I did so so my eyes could take in his facial features.There were faint freckles that decorated his high cheekbones and there was a slight stubble coatinghis strong jaw. His perfectly straight nose made me envious of how good it looked. Those chocolatebrown locks of his were styled in a side wave and the only thing on my mind was how completelyand utterly delicious he looked.

I brought my eyes back to his and I could tell that he had been doing the same as me — summingme up — and he must have liked what he saw because his defined pink lips curled into a smirk."I'm just going to leave. Do me a favor, take this hunk home, and fuck his brains out for me. Youneed to have fun, Gracey baby," Monica said through our mind link.

I resisted the urge to turn around and glare at her because I knew she would have probably beengone by now. Instead, I shut off the mind link from me to the rest of the pack, putting up a mentalblockage so no one could interfere with me for the rest of the night.

"Can I get the lovely lady a drink?" He spoke with a sultry tone that had my core tightening. Itusually took a lot more than a man's voice to affect me but then again, when you were in thepresence of someone God-like, your hormones are bound to get excited.

I nodded my head and the next thing I knew, a martini was being placed in my hand and a scotch inhis. I knew having more to drink would just impair my judgment further but how could I tell the manno? It felt like I had forgotten how to use the word.

"What's on your mind there, sweet cheeks?" He asked, sipping his drink.

I scowled but I could tell he wasn't taking me seriously by the way his lips split into a Goddamnperfect pearly white smile, "That sounds corny. Does that name work on the rest of these girls?" Iran my index finger of my left hand slowly down his collar bone, down his hard chest, across theplains of his abdominal muscles, and stopped directly above his belt buckle which hungdangerously low.

I knew I was setting myself up for trouble but Monica was right, I needed to have fun. I needed tolive a little. There was no way I could take him home with me because no one other than packmembers were allowed on our lands but I had an apartment a block away. It was a place I used toget away from everything and that would just have to do.

His adam's apple bobbed and I swear I saw his eyes shift from a startling purple to its honey browncolor again but I ignored it. It must have been one of the many lights in the club reflecting off hiseyes. There was no such thing as purple eyes, not even in the werewolf world.

"Look princess, you should stop before we both end up doing something we will regret in themorning," his tone was no longer seductive. It held so much authority and for some reason that hadmy legs trembling.

"Oh handsome, I think I know what I'm doing. Don't be a spoilt sport,” the words that tumbled outof my mouth surprised even me but surprisingly enough, I didn't feel bad for it. My wolf wasn't evenobjecting.

There was a low grow! that reverberated in his chest, "Are you sure you know what you want,princess? Because you might not like the outcome.”

I licked my lips, his eyes followed my tongues movements, "Why don't you kiss me and replace out?""Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Why? If I say no, would you not?"

He shook his head, "I won't take advantage of a drunk girl,” in his eyes I could see a greater conflictthough.

"What if that drunk girl wants it?"

"It's the alcohol talking.”

I rolled my eyes and I watched as his facial features hardened. Swinging my arms over his shouldersand standing on the tips of my toes, I realized I still didn't meet his height. Not even with my six-inch pumps on. Growing frustrated, I pulled him down so that his lips would land smack bang ontop of mine.

He tried riggling out of my hold but I was persistent and eventually, he began moving his lips withmine. They were soft and plump against my own and moved so wonderfully. Every part of my bodyfelt as if it were on fire especially when he snaked his arms around me, bringing me impossiblycloser.

A growl left his lips as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I permitted him to explore my mouth,the scotch taste mixed with mint that leaked of him becoming my new favorite flavor. I pulled awayslightly to catch my breath and was satisfied to know that I wasn't the only one panting for air.Taking one look into his swirling honey eyes I knew I was in for a world of trouble tonight and foronce I simply didn't care.