Chapter 77: DRUGGED

The hallways were thinly lit with florescents, and pictures hung on the walls at strategic positions. 10 years old Cassey in hiking gears, smiling toothily with her mom and dad, then another displaying her at her prom night. The list continued, and Derek couldn't understand this; the placing of pictures on the walls of hallways. He believed that pictures, especially family pictures should all be in rooms, not hallways and passages. Paintings were understandable, but not pictures. Well, humans were really weird. He thought, as he walked behind Cassey whom he believed had added a little shake to her waist as she moved. He didn't care though, she wasn't Emma.

"Didn't take you long though." He finally stated, breaking the silence which had ensued between them since she had walked up to him some minutes ago, with a not so good news that her father sought for him. His mind had spiralled, and for a second he had almost apologized to her. But then, had quitted at the last second, she must have already told her dad, Mr Taylor already; so there was no need to apologise. He just had to find a way to prevent his misconduct from getting to his father. He had to convince her father somehow to drop the charges.

"I told you I would." Cassey retorted, still shaking her hips as she walked. Derek could swear that she had deliberately slowed down her pace to make her movement, more seductive. He didn't care though.

"Okay." He said with a shrug. There was then no need to keep up conversations with her. The only person who he needed to do that with, was with her father.

"Just okay?" She asked, not turning back to glance at him as she walked into a dimly lit passageway.

"Yeah." He muttered, feeling a little bit relieved. At least there wouldn't be a cause to obey her whims again. Her inconsiderate wishes and timeless, vulgar offers. It was off now. Although a sense of gloom brooded at the back of his mind. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if his dad finds out about his actions in the cleaning company, a month ago.

"Where are we going to? Where is your father?" He asked, already getting weird vibes from following her ever since more than ten minutes ago. He wasn't scared. Of course not. She was a tiny human who couldn't do a thing against him. But still then, he was wary. This particular human was silly and stupid.

"Didn't know your father dwelled in secret places.." He added, now taunting her, wanting to get a reaction from her.

But she didn't act like she had heard anything, keeping her head high, and shaking her waist as she walked.

Alarm bells already rang in his head, for reasons he couldn't decide.

She was a human.

But then the crazy Cassey he knew wouldn't keep calm over his remark. It was either she threw a jab back, or laughed it away.

But this time, she just walked without even a shrug.

Did his earlier actions toward her anger her that much? He thought, dusting off imaginary dust on his hand with a clap.

"Here, Get in. He would meet you in a minute." She finally said, after getting to a stop at a door. She walked off immediately she stated the point, not casting him a glance like he was invisible.

She must have been really hurt. Derek thought, before opening the door. The room was dimly lit with blue and red lights. He noticed there were two small sofas by the side, but a bed stood by the other side.

Shouldn't they be meeting in a sitting room? He thought, staring suspiciously at the bed.

There was a knock on the door.

He took a deep breath, before opening it, expecting Mr Taylor. But he saw a human girl with a small tray, which contained a glass of wine. He couldn't actually tell the colour, with the mixture of red and blue lights dancing in the room.

"Courtesy of Mr Taylor." She stated, as he piqued his eyebrows questioningly.

"Okay, thanks." He mentioned, before taking the glass and shutting the door.

He walked to one of the sofas and sat down, the glass still in his hand.

After some minutes had passed, he whispered 'fuck it' before drowning the content of the glass cup. 

He thought the wine tasted weird, but good still. It was a good wine. He concluded, before dropping the cup on a side stool.

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But he started feeling drowsy and hot. Was this an effect of the wine? He thought, unbuckling the top buttons of his shirt and reclining deeply into the sofa, his head resting on its apex. 

He shouldn't be feeling this, wolves had a high tolerance to alcohol.

When the door opened slightly, he jerked up his head, and stared at the entrance.

A girl stepped in. A girl with red hair. But she became two all of a sudden.

What was wrong with him? Derek thought, as he battled to stay conscious. He was losing it. He knew he had been drugged. He knew he was weak to fight against it too, especially when the girl offed her clothing.

"Oh God" He muttered, not knowing whether it was for the sight before him, or what was about to go down.

The girl, whose face kept interchanging and fooling him, strapped her legs around him on the sofa, not able to hold a moan.

She ground herself steadily on his groin region, and he couldn't stop himself from grunting.

"Emma.." He moaned out, already lost in pleasure, as the girl whom he thought was his little witch, wrapped her hand expertly on his cock, pushing and pulling.

His hotness increased, and he felt like removing his whole clothes. But first, he had to feel those boobs with tits pointing at his face, begging for his touch.

And he did, pinching and rolling, till it became taut and pink.

He slid his finger down to her honeypot, her moans music to his ears, and touched; humming in pleasure as he felt her dripping wet.

At a mind distance, he could feel his wolf was numb, not howling in pleasure as it should be since he was making out with their mate.

But the drugs were totally effective, put in the right amount; and he stroked and stroked, in and out, until the girl cummed hard on his fingers.

"Derek..." She breathed out, already unbuckling his belt, and he couldn't stop it. He was weak. But why should he? It was his little witch.

She was almost done with it, when the door burst open.

He swerved his head tiredly to look and cast off the intruder, when he saw them.

The intruders were both suprised, and angry.

The Blondie had a look of disappointment.

But the redhead had stood out, catching his attention; making him forget the lady on his laps.

Her face was contorted with disbelief and anger; her red hair animating her features well.

And then a tear dropped.

"Derek." She muttered, before walking off in tears. 

And like that, the haze broke and cleared off.

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