Mate

CHAPTER 8

After the beta departed, I sank back into my seat, running my hands through my disheveled hair. This turn of events was completely unexpected. From the moment we arrived in this town, I could sense the presence of a pack nearby, their scent lingering in the air. However, I had naively assumed that the media attention surrounding us would deter them from approaching.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I muttered to myself, feeling apprehensive about being in the presence of alphas. I had never been comfortable around them, and the mere thought of interacting with one sent a shiver down my spine.

"Mii, when the alpha arrives, I want you to go and stay with the guys," I instructed my fiery-tempered sister, Mia. She had a tendency to engage in heated arguments with pack members, and I had no desire to deal with any unnecessary problems at this moment. All I wanted was to finish the three-day concert and leave for Europe as soon as possible.

"Why, bro? I'm not afraid of these people. If they so much as look at us the wrong way, I'll show them the true meaning of the word 'rich and famous." Mia retorted, fuming in the corner of the room. I let out a weary sigh and walked over to sit beside her on the couch, hoping to calm her down.

"I understand, sis. I'm not afraid either, but I just want this confrontation with the alpha to go smoothly for everyone involved. It's the first time in all these years that we're encountering another pack in their territory, and even though we're considered rogues, we still have to follow the laws of our kind and greet their alpha. But you, being yourself, won't get us anywhere." I said, trying to reason with her.

"Fine," she huffed, "I'll go with the guys, but only after I see him for myself."

The room became noisy as my two stylists entered, carrying two racks of clothing. I sighed, looking at the racks and dreading the process of trying on all this stuff. This was the only part of performing that I truly despised - constantly changing outfits throughout the show.

"Looking dashing, my dear."

Lina, one of my talented stylists, complimented me with a smile. China, the hair stylist, was already working her magic on Micky's hair, while Linda had Skylar and me changing into what she called the theme for tonight.

"White and red, gentlemen." she announced, as she helped me slip into a pair of sleek white ripped jeans and a vibrant red and white tank top.

She completed the ensemble by draping a stylish white tail blazer on my shoulders, its split in the middle adding an extra touch of flair. With a few adjustments to the collar, Linda turned me towards the mirror. I didn't even need to glance at my reflection to know that I looked good; Linda had an impeccable talent for dressing us to perfection. Every time we performed, the gossip magazines would feature our outfits, showcasing Linda's remarkable fashion sense. She handed me a pair of red and white Vans and encouraged me to slip them on to complete the ensemble.

"Hey, dude!" Micky exclaimed, leaping off the chair with his fresh style. His hair was fashioned into a Mohawk, with the sides cut short and the middle flowing down his back and shoulders.

I couldn't help but chuckle, admiring his new look. "Loving the hair, Mick." I complimented as he made his way towards Linda, who was seated in another chair.

"I know, right? I decided to give these Texas girls a whole new vibe." he responded confidently.

Skyler and I burst into laughter.

"No one will be paying attention to your ugly ass, they're all here to swoon over our angel." Skyler teased, pointing towards me.

Just then, Trina entered the room. "The owner is here." she announced. "I told him that you guys were getting ready. He said he has an office on the second floor, so we can head up there to talk to him."

She stood by my side as I asked China, the hair stylist. "How much longer?"

China replied. "Not much, hun. I'm just fluffing it a bit and trimming the sides." she said, running her fingers through my long hair.

CAM POV

As we ventured into the entrance of the dome, my wolf stirred restlessly within me. Lately, I couldn't quite comprehend his erratic behavior. Pushing aside the distraction, I proceeded further and caught sight of my infuriated beta just a few steps ahead. Determined to address his obvious agitation, I approached him swiftly.

"Hey, what's eating at you? You seem ready to explode," I questioned, concern filling my voice.

With a deep sigh, he finally spilled his frustrations. "It's those damned rogues. One of them had the audacity to disrespect me, and I felt powerless to retaliate. Security is swarming around them like a colony of ants."

Baffled, I probed further. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

His frustration evident, he replied, "Alpha, the rogues are the star Kyle, and his sister. They're the ones causing all this chaos," he explained, his voice tinged with exasperation.

From everything I've heard and read about this kid, they're a major star in the music world. I can't just interrogate them like any regular troublemaker, i thought to myself.

"We possess our set of regulations, yet they are members of the human realm without a pack. However, regardless of this fact, they were still wolves and have abide by our laws if they wished to secure their well-being."

The situation further deteriorated due to Kyle being constantly monitored. It felt utterly chaotic maneuvering through the swarm of journalists just to gain entry to this place moments ago.

Turning to my beta, I expressed my plan. "I need to handle this delicately, without it spiraling out of control," I told him. "So, stay calm and go ask them to meet me in my office."

But then, my attention was diverted when my partner, Cherry, spoke up.

"What about me? I still want to meet this kid, even if they're considered a rogue."

I glanced back, realizing I had completely forgotten she was even there. "Fine, come along then," I replied, motioning for her to join me as we made our way towards the elevators.