Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate

‘SOMEONE’ POV

Why did there have to be so many types of teas? And above all, who was buying or was even bothered to check them all?

I had been staring at the shelf of ′dirty hot water’ for at least 5 minutes, with a piece of paper in my hand and a shopping cart full of everything else I needed.

“Here,” I looked up to find a woman standing beside me, handing me a chamomile box. I noticed that the brand and name matched those on the piece of paper I would soon destroy with pleasure.

“Thank you” I replied with a lazy smile. “I was lost for a moment here.”

She giggled and when I turned back to her, I thought she had exposed more skin. Not that I watched.

“I’m Paula,” she smiled, extending a hand to me. I looked at her hand then back at her.

Probably in her thirties, she had a body that screamed use me and a sultry smile that invited you straight to her home.

“And you already know who I am,” I stated, shaking her hand. Her confidence faltered a bit, and I felt her hand tremble.

I was used to that reaction. Not that I wanted to or were bothered by it. It was what it was.

I placed the tea box on the pile of food overflowing the shopping cart. That day it was my turn to supply the liar with food. Most were ordered online, at least what could be stored, but fresh produce such as meat and fish and more meat had to be bought weekly.

“Your girlfriend must be lucky that you are so thoughtful. And she has beautiful handwriting. ”

Great way to investigate, Paula girl. Clearly, she had peeked at the paper I was holding.

“It’s actually for my sister, she has cramps.” I said, pushing the shopping cart in front of me. I walked to the cash register with her on my tail.

“Oh, poor thing. How’s her season going?”

I felt her eyes on my bare arms. Again, nothing new.

The spot where I perceived the most glances, though they were just a pair of arms.

Paula continued chatting and without doing it on purpose I missed half of it.

After she passed all the products through a scanner, I handed her my card, but she shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me, this time.” She purred though she averted her eyes as soon as I looked down at her.

Free shopping. Sweet

I chuckled internally.

That was the third time in a month. At first, I had insisted that I wanted to pay for the food but then why would I have to force it too much? They seemed to be offended when I did.

My friends could not believe it, when I had refused their share of the food payment at first. Unfortunately, they got used to it and tried to find excuses for me to go to the supermarket instead of them.

Lazy fuckers.

There may have been some other little things here and there...

The girl who worked at the faculty cafe insisted on offering me my daily cup of black coffee, while Liam and Callum had to pay for theirs, and sometimes Liam was charged double; the nice old couple that always refused to return my laundry if I didn’t take back my cash, just because I helped them unload their truck once or twice; then there was the getting away with parking tickets because the lads were ex wereball’s players. Since the sink in our apartment broke, the plumber became friendly and said it was on him after the wereball chat and photo we took for his son.

There may also have been the occasional free burgers at Grease Factory, free drinks at some bars and pubs, and sushi from Mr and Mrs Iakushino.

“Bye bye, Thor! Good luck with the game! I’ll cheer you from the stands,” She beamed at me and I gave her a thumbs up. “You’ll destroy them!”

With two bags full of food in each hand, I returned to my apartment. The familiar streets teemed with students or groups of friends returning home or going out.

As usual, when I was alone, my mind drifted off to her. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

A hundred emotions had crossed over her face when she recognised me, standing right behind her, at the party. I would have laughed at her cute startled face if those sparks had not shut me up.

I had never wanted to strangle someone as much as that bastard that hit on her, right under my nose. My hands balled into fists, and I shook my head trying to control myself.

The only thing that calmed me down was that the asshole had already spent plenty of time with my fists.

I smirked at the memory.

Hopefully it will help him remember to keep his hands to himself and his hand jobs, rather than to molest girls. Especially my girl.

Since the kiss, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind. Hell, since I saw her at the Wereball Event, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind.

Before heading home, I diverted and went to a different building. Trix was on her period and asked me to buy her some herbal junk. For a moment I wondered what my sister and my mate would be like together... I bet they would get along great. A smile appeared on my face as once again I thought about her.

I was distracted by lights and chatter coming from the bedroom window on the second floor.

I did not bother taking the stairs.

So, I put down most of the shopping bags apart from one and I climbed to the window with ease with the bag in my mouth, as I had done several times, in multiple windows at different heights and various sizes.

“Logy!” My sister gasped as her two friends blushed, looking away.

“Don’t you ever think about knocking?”

I chuckled, glancing at the papers scattered on the floor. They were drafting the cheering strategy for our next game.

“Hello ladies! How are we doing?”

I placed a kiss on my sister’s cheek and passed her the tea box. “Thanks.” She hugged me around the waist.

“Do you need anything else? I bought some frozen lasagna.”

She giggled from below, her arms still around me. “No thanks, we ordered some take-away from the new Malaysian store. Do you want to join?”

My eyes paused on her friends for a second and shook my head.

“Can’t, but see you tomorrow after training,” I ruffled her hair before heading towards the window.

I was about to leave when Trix called me back. I looked at her over my shoulder with a questioning look.

“Um, brother, you might want this.”

There was a number written on the top of the tea box.

“Sure, why not.” I grabbed it from her hand, waving at the girls who blushed even more. They played on the women’s wereball team of my pack. I had fucked both of them once or twice in our teens, in high school.

I put the piece of paper with the Paula saleswoman’s number back in my pocket with a smirk.

“Do you even have one day without a hook up?”

I chuckled at that, “See you, take care Trix.”

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Loud music blared through the street from all the way in the living room. Together with the stench of pot.

When I got home, C and a few other guys were enjoying their favourite game on the PlayStation, while other lads were either standing or sprawling on beanbags, sipping beer, smoking or eating fries.

“Yo! It took you long enough, I’m starving!” C shouted, not averting his eyes from the big screen.

I smacked him on the head playfully and I snatched his can of beer.

“Thanks for this, I like it cold” I snickered after I opened it to take a sip, ignoring his protest.

Some guys helped me put the groceries away before we started making a BBQ on the balcony. I stayed on the terrace, chatting with a couple of friends, before heading inside again.

Just then, Liam stumbled into the kitchen. His hair was all a mess and falling against his forehead and lips were curled into a lazy smirk, with pink lipstick all over.

“Later princess” He winked at a wereball female player who blushed and scurried away.

His hand ran through his hair before he nudged me, “All good with your errands captain?”

Liam joined our conversation, making himself a hot dog.

“Oh Liam! I almost forgot. This lady needs a good lay.” I passed the piece of paper with the number of the cashier to Liam. He looked at me in surprise. It was probably the tenth time I had done it lately, shoving numbers to my friends.

“Oh, exactly what I needed!” A second later the piece of paper disappeared in his pocket before he stared at me with suspicion.

“Why don’t you use it? Is she fugly?” His eyes narrowed on me and I shrugged, taking a bite from my third burgher.

“Were any of those I passed you fugly?” I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

“No, they were as hot as Greg’s mother”

“Shut the fuck up,” Greg growled, punching him on the shoulder. The guys began laughing at them when I sat next to C, spreading my arm on the back of the couch.

“Do you get too many numbers that you can’t use them all, T?” Callum asked, wiggling his eyebrows with sarcasm.

“Nah, she just wasn’t my type.”

None of them were. At least not anymore.

After one more hour hanging out with the guys, I had had enough and went to my room.

Since I did not want to drink nor go out, and I still had a shit load of steam I needed to blow off, I changed into some sport clothes. A long run and then training in the arena should suffice.

My wolf had begged me to take control, but I knew it better to let the beast in charge...

Opening a drawer, I grabbed the headphones and placed the armband around my bicep. Then I checked the phone that had been lying abandoned on the bedside table.

Sister Friend 8: Hi Thor, any plans for tonight? Thanks for buying tea for Bellatrix, she feels much better! We are still here if you want to hang out :)

Nancy Wereball: Good luck with the game on Sunday! I’m having a party afterwards, if you and the gang want to join!

Short hair from poll: Fancy another match this week, Thor?

Stephanie GF Pack: Logan, baby, I have missed you. Want to come over?

Sister Friend 8: Or I can come to yours! Let me know! We got cold beers.

Unknown number 32: Hi

Six messages all within five damn minutes.

I deleted them all with slight annoyance.

I absently scrolled through the other messages and notifications. With my sister and father we had our mind link to communicate, until the old man felt the need to remind me of something in writing. So then he used his decrepit phone.

Big Feet: Your grandmother cried because she claims you never visited her.

I rolled my eyes before a smirk formed on my lips. Gram knew how to have dad wrapped around her cunning finger. I, on the other hand, had not fallen for it anymore, after that time she whined on the phone and made me feel so guilty for not having visited her at the hospital where she volunteered after I had promised her.

In my defence, I was away with the team. So, I had planned a surprise visit the very next day. And what had I found? Granny fucking wasted with that friend of her who always used to squeeze my cheeks when I was little and now always slapped my ass. I chuckled at the memory of the two ladies singing aloud and drinking like sailors.

Trix: Thanks for buying me tea, you are the best brother. I love you and stay out of trouble for at least one night. See you tomorrow for lunch xxx

Then, there was another from the old wolf.

Big Feet: Tomorrow I will come to see your training with Leo. And you better not be drinking from tomorrow, Thor. We are at war and I cannot tolerate losing to the Dickhead.

I sat down on my bed, resting my forearms on my knees, and closing the messages’ window, after ignoring the other notifications.

My gaze darted to the door before swiping my finger across the phone screen to look at the background picture.

I stared at the screen for a while, aware of the tiny smile hovering over my lips.

My eyes never moved from the phone screen.... or rather, from the photo I had put as a background picture.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

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