Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Sammie heaved an exhausted sigh as she shouldered her side satchel and picked up her planner, Mara's schedule, and the stack of folders filled with work that she still had to complete off of her desk. Finding her boss an escort to the ball merely three days before the event had taken up most of her daily work time, leaving her struggling to catch up with things she had missed. It wasn't really the Alpha's fault and Sammie didn't bring her work home begrudgingly Mara had given her an acceptable list of escorts, mostly female, to contact... it really should have been an easy task to complete in all of five minutes. Unfortunately, all of the potential escorts already hate dates, leaving Sammie to diligently work her way down the line of every unbonded Alpha until finally getting to Alpha Michael, who graciously agreed to be Mara's escort. Thank goodness it was all over, because she would've hated to stay later at the office than she already was. Not that she had much of a social life outside of work...she just hated being left all alone in the giant, dimly lit building after hours, it was kind of spooky. The brunette struggled to keep all her folders balanced in one hand while she rummaged for her keys that had of course somehow managed to get in the bottom of her satchel. As she searched for the damn keys that seemed to taunt her with their unseen jingling, her ears picked up footsteps, while her nose caught a very familiar scent. G-go away Johnathan. Sammie tried to choke down her stutter and put as much authority in her voice as she could. Jonathan and her had been going out for a little while, but after finding a few shady connections and noticing the other beta's love of alcohol, Sammie had gotten the courage to break things off with him, despite the disappointment of her parents. Jonathan came from a good family, wasn't used to hearing the word 'no' and hadn't taken then breakup well. He'd been so upset that he'd confronted her at work a few months ago. Thankfully Mara had been there the Alpha had grown so enraged by anyone having the audacity to torment her personal assistant that she had thrown Jonathan straight through a wall and demanded he never come sniffing around her assistant ever again. Unfortunately tonight Mara was at the ball. No one was in the parking lot to protect her. And to her horror, Jonathan had brought one of his friends for backup...or maybe just a ride because the humans had suspended his license because of several DWIs. Sammie tried to be brave, even as Jonathan put his hands on her, forcing her to turn around and face him, knocking all of her folders down onto the floor. In her head she knew Jonathan wouldn't hurt her, not really. Mara would skin him alive if Sammie came to work with a black eye! So why was he here then? Just to scare her a little and be an asshole? But...now as she thought more about it... he could touch her all he liked, her Alpha wasn't here to protect her. Hell, they all knew that she wouldn't even want to tell Mara. While she appreciated her boss' protective nature, she knew that the alpha valued people that were strong in character. It wouldn't be very good if she tattled on Jonathan like a small child that couldn't fight her own battles. So now Sammie began to panic, began to tremble in fear even though she was putting up a valiant effort to be strong and brave and all the things she had seen her boss do so effortlessly. Much to her relief, a familiar voice came to her ears. Arlann swept in to her rescue thank goodness too, because Sammie might have given herself a panic attack. I-I'm fi-fi-fi-fuh-fine. The beta stuttered, her hands shaking slightly as she knelt down to pick up her folders and planners after the other two betas had been scared off. She certainly didn't feel fine, but after swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking away the few tears that had been threatening to fall, she felt a little better after a couple of deep breaths, she felt fine enough that she could drive home okay. Thank you... Sammie would probably never be able to thank Arlann enough for stepping in, but she could at least try to be helpful and make the mage's life a little easier. Y-you're looking f-for Al-Alpha Mara, aren't you? The brunette smiled shyly, it must be nice to have a mate that was so devoted, late, but obviously devoted. D-don't tell her I t-tuh-told you b-but she's been very m-mopey while you were f-figh-fighting. The assistant said as she flipped through Mara's schedule book to double check the address of the venue for the ball. Sammie knew that her boss tried to maintain a tough facade at all times, but there had been several times this week that she has caught the Alpha just staring into space or sighing forlornly, obviously due to whatever troubles her and her mate were having. With a temper like Mara's, Sammie only assumed that it must have been a fight. ---- Mmm...I love you too... Jessie purred sweetly, her grimace at the music instantly giving way to a smile as familiar arms wrapped around her and soft kisses were placed to her neck. Part of her wanted to turn around, to see her beautiful mate that she had been sneaking looks at like a lovestruck teenager all night...but she had grown to actually like this position. Usually the fact that Leslie was so much taller than her put her off a bit, but tonight when she was uncomfortable and needed a little bit of cuddling, she actually liked being the small spoon. Por que no, mi corazon? Jessie asked innocently as she was finally served, having to leave the familiar arms that enveloped her so that she could grab her drink and take a sip. Creo que te gusta cuando me lamo su culo lindita cuando estoy borracha... The Latina teased. Usually Jessie could be a little prudish about anal play, but after a little bit of liquor to loosen her up, nothing was off limits, not even her girlfriend's taboo little hole. Mara had always thought that Jessie was especially sexy when she spoke Spanish. She only understood a little bit...though assumed that because she couldn't understand a good half of what Jessie had said, that it had been some vulgar slang that she didn't know. Both the Sandalio twins were actually very attractive and charming. Unfortunately Jessie was always off the market and Jackson was stubborn about where he wanted to live and raise pups. Mara had actually dated Jessie's brother for a little while, but after they realized that Jackson didn't want to move into the city and Mara didn't want to move into the country, they had amicably broken things off. The Sandalio's pack was very small and located in a remote area...well...that wasn't the case anymore, Mara had heard their small pack had disbanded and gone into hiding. But still, it was a pack, and it would slowly come together again once the hunters that chased them lost the trail. Jessie or Jackson wouldn't have been a good political mate for her anyways. In the grand scheme of things, being 116th beta like Jessie wasn't so bad. Hell, Mara was 18th beta. But the problem was Jessie's pack was considered a radical schism that allowed Alphas and betas to mate without any social stigma. When in the company of other packs, such as this evening, Jessie was a social pariah. Meanwhile, even though Mara had more beta to her, her mother's side of the family descended from one of the most powerful packs in Europe. Mara had gone through the best schooling money could buy, she was the head of a biotech empire, so yeah, she may be a little bit of a mutt, but a mutt with a shit ton of power. Many people overlooked Mara's heritage, allowing her to be the young socialite that she was. Oh I'm here with Micha- Mara started, but was interrupted by another person joining their area of the bar. Ah Jessie, nice to see you again. Caleb smirked as he sidled up to the bar, taking one look at the human that had wrapped itself around the Alpha and giving a condescending grin. What a cute couple you two make. I'm sure you'll have beautiful little mutts. Jessie bristled at Caleb's snide remark, she hated this smarmy asshole so fucking much. She accepted that Leslie was human and she wouldn't change that for the world. The possibility to turn Leslie into a werewolf was always there, but Jessie wouldn't be able to live with herself if something went wrong during the conversion process. She loved her mate, exactly as she was, hunter side included. The Alpha was a rational woman, she knew that their children would be mixed, but she would not stand for her future pups to be called mutts! Unfortunately...etiquette dictated that she not rip Marcus' arm off and beat him to death with it. At least I'll get to breed. When was the last time you had anything in your bed other than a plastic chew toy?