"Sam, where are we going?" I asked eagerly from the passenger seat of his black sports car as he exceeded the speed limit and weaved between cars. Showing their frustration at his dangerous driving, the other drivers honked loudly.

Pressing harder on the gas, the car jolted forward and around a blue mini van before drastically slowing down as it settled in front of the mini van. Letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding, I let my eyes flutter closed as I relaxed against the cool, black leather seat and dropped my hand from the 'Oh-sh*t' handle.

"Have you ever been to a club, my love?" Sam asked, and I shook my head. Opening my eyes, I looked over at the gorgeous man sitting next to me. His hair was tousled sexily, his eyes focused on the road while he mindlessly drummed his fingers against the wheel.

Shaking my head again, I cleared my throat. "No. I'm not old enough to get into one, i'm only 17" I pointed out, chewing on my lip and bouncing my knees.

The energy in the car was tense, almost like he was holding something back from me. What he intended to learn from that question was beyond me. Where we going to a club?

Sam was already protective of me enough as it is, and adding in all the stereotypes of clubs that I saw on T.V, Sam would not be able to have me in there. Like, at all.

The dancing, drinking, hook-ups, grinding, and my very revealing white dress where not going to mix well together while Sam was around.

"I have a good buddy, who owns a club, he'll let us in. Perfect timing, actually. The club should be getting into full swing, it's 11" Sam smirked, looking at me from the corner of his eye. When he saw that I was staring at him, he chuckled and reached for my hand, entwining our fingers.

Looking at the clock in the car to verify he was telling the truth, I widened my eyes in shock; "I slept for that long?" I asked, rubbing the top of his hand with my thumb.

"Wow.. I must have been tired" I giggled, and he turned to face with with a serious face "Not as tired as I can make you, Peaches". Laughing, I leaned over to him and kissed his jaw, rubbing my hands against his arm.

The gesture clearly affected him, and he shifted in his seat as we pulled into a parking lot with a giant brick building. He cleared his throat, scanning the parking lot for a space. Above, a giant neon flashing sign had 'Club 20' holding my attention?

"Is this it?" I asked Sam, leaning forward in my seat as he parked. All ready there where drunk girls and boys milling around the parking lot, kissing and grinding. "Yeah." He answered with a nod, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and putting a few bills in his front pocket, then putting his wallet in the cup holder. "Sam?"

He looked at me, arching a eye brow "I love you. Now why are you doing this? If I know you, this is going to be like Hell for you." I said quickly. "I love you more than anything, Cupcake. And I want you to have a rebellious teenage story to tell our kids" He smiled, putting his hand on my cheek and pulling my lips to his in a soft kiss "Hasn't our entire relationship been a rebellious teenage story to tell our kids?" I giggled as we pulled away "Our kids" He said again, smiling that smile that made me melt into a puddle on the ground.

He got out, rushing over to my door and opening it for me. Taking his hand, I stood up and pulled myself close to him as a drunk group of guys passed "Hey, don't be nervous, Baby. This is supposed to be your rebellious streak. Get a little crazy, take some shots, hook-up with a random stranger" He laughed, hooking his finger under my jaw and pulling it up so I was looking into his eyes. "Actually.. don't hook up with a random stranger. Only me."

"I don't need 'rebellious teenage streak'. I just need you. My Alpha Werewolf giant boyfriend/mate." I whispered, pulling him down to me into a kiss. "And another question, can I get drunk?" Laughing, I started backing up to the club. "Of course, anything. Just no hook-ups with anyone other than me" Sam smiled, jogging over and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

We walked up to the club, but instead of waiting in line Sam just walked up to very big bouncer, whose muscles where practically popping out of his shirt. "Hey Sam" The big guy said, uncrossing his arms.

He skeptically looked at me, but Sam growled as his eyes ran up and down my body. "She's with me" Sam said, pulling me to him aggressively and glaring at everyone around us "Chill, buddy. I saw her on the couch, I know she's with you" The bouncer said, extending his hand to me "Oh! He's part of the pack?" I asked Sam, who nodded. Taking the mans hand, I shook it gently.

"I'm Allie" I smiled, and he nodded in return "Houston" He replied in a deep voice.

"Go on in, Sam" The bouncer said, moving the velvet rope to the side for us to enter. Sam kept his hand around my waist, leading me into the giant room filled with pulsing music, and the scent of liquor, cigarettes, sweat, and Windex

Music blared, and to the left I saw everyone dancing. Couples where grinding up against each other, girls where dancing in groups, and guys where standing in the corners pointing at girls and talking. To the right, was the crowded bar. There had to be 10 bartenders, and over 50 waiting people. The club was packed

"Let's get you a drink first, loosen you up a bit" Sam said over the roar of the club. Nodding, I clung to his side as we made our way over to the crowded bar. Girls stared at Sam, whispering to their friends and bursting out in laughter.

It made me angry that other girls where staring at him; But who woulden't? He had to be the most gorgeous guy in the entire club. I understood now why he got mad when guys stared at me.

"What do you want?" Sam asked, and I shrugged. Reminding him i'd never been to a club and only ever drank beer from a can, he ordered a shot for me. I knew he wasn't going to be drinking, mainly because he wanted to be fully aware about everything since it involved me, and also because he was driving.

The bartender pushed three small shot glasses toward me, all having different shades of brown liquid inside of them. "What is it?" I asked Sam, lifting a glass and sniffing it "ABC shot. Take it" He urged, and I shook my head "C'mon" He laughed and I gave in, slamming the three shots back.

They burned as they went down my throat, and I felt it immediately. Sam took notice, and pulled me to him so there was no space between us. Leaning down, he planted a soft and simple kiss on my lips even though I knew he wanted much more.

"Let's dance" Sam smiled and I nodded, following him to the dance floor.

~~~~(*Sam's P.o.V*)~~~~

"One..two..three, shoot!" The entire club yelled, and Allie slammed the clear vodka shot back. Biting into the lime, she winced and shook her head before bending down and licking the trail of salt off the girls stomach.

Allie was obviously wasted and every guy in the place knew it. The only way to describe it is that guys just know what to say to a girl when she's wasted to get her to give in, my Allie included. I'd already caught 7 guys trying to get her out of the club, and it frighted me that some guy might get close when I wasn't looking and do something to her. She was mine, not theirs.

I wanted to take her out of the club, but she needed this.

I was planning to mate, mark, and marry her very soon and I wanted her to have a few stories to tell our kids where she got to be wild and crazy. Of course I wanted everything about her life to involve me, but having a rebellious story where she snuck into a club and got other men to buy her drinks would be a good story to tell later on in life.

Standing a arms distance apart from her, I slapped away the hands of guys who where trying to touch and grope her. I never got to close though, I let her dance and talk to people, but I stayed close enough so that if she needed me or a guy got to close I could be right there next to her.

I probably looked scary as f*ck. The tallest guy in the place, not talking to anyone, just standing next to a girl. Girls did try and dance with me, but I just pulled away telling them that Jesus was watching them.

As she finished the trail of salt, everyone threw their hands into the air and let off a victory scream as I helped her off the bar and onto the ground. The smell or achohol and arousal clung to her body as she leaned onto me for support.

"Wow, you're big like my boyfriend Sam." She slurred, tilting her head back slightly so she could see me better "Having fun?" I asked, pushing a guy away who got to close to her and tried to touch her butt "Yeah! let's go dance" She giggled, leaning to the side and almost falling over.

Grabbing her hips, I held her upright and followed her to the crowded dance floor where girls devoured me with their eyes while guys did the same to Allie. Glaring at every guy, I pulled her closer to me so I felt every step she took and she me. I'm not going to lie, feeling her butt move against me was hot.

We made our way to the middle of the dance floor where a mosh pit was forming. Everyone was jumping around, pumping their fist into the air and grinding against each other. It was chaos, but Allie seemed to love the attention she was getting by being in the middle

Allie spun around and put her hands on my biceps, gripping tightly so her fingers where digging into me. "I want to dance" She told me again, moving my hands to her waist. She giggled, moving so she was straddling one of my legs and began to mimic every other girl in the club.

She grinded against me with the beat of the song, letting her hair fall down her back "Allie, I think you've had to much to drink.." I chuckled, stopping her hips as the scent of her arousal hit me. She was enjoying the grinding just as much as I was. "I...I'm not 21, Sam. I don't drink.." She hiccuped, leaning forward to show more of her cleavage to me.

Gulping, I hesitated at first but them looked away. "I should get you home. It's late and Ruby is probably worried" I said, looking back at her chest letting my mouth hang open slightly "I want to go home with you.. so we can-" She said, and I knew better than to let her finish. Bending down, I swung her over my shoulder holding onto her butt with one hand and her legs with the other.

Her arousal hit me, as I was closer to it then before. Giggling, she fiddled with the back of my belt as I weaved through the crowd, pushing girls who got touchy. Coulden't they see I had a girl? The hottest in the club!? Damn hoes.

"Are you going to take me?" She giggled, as I exited the club. "Take you home?" I asked, gripping her butt rougher and walking to my car faster to get her away from everyone in there.

"No, to pleasure town!" She screamed, slapping my butt. Blushing, I set her on the hood of my car and dug through my pockets trying to fing my keys. "No, I will not be taking you to pleasure town" I chuckled, pulling them out of my back pocket and unlocking the car.

"Are you small? I'm a virgin, but my old best-friend, Lillie, told me guys with small wieners coulden't take you to pleasure town. But you don't have to, just have sex with me" She rambled as I lifted her off the hood. "I assure you, my love, I am not small".

~~~A/N~~~

I'm sorry, but drunk Allie is funny. I should feature her more often. Happy Friday! I've decided to update every Friday, is that OK? I wish I could do more but with the Dance season once a week is getting rough!

Question of the chapter: What chapter do you think Sam will Mate, Mark, and Marry Allie in? Do you think he'll spread them out, or squish them all together?