Page 99 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

For the hundredth time, he unfisted and flexed those fingers. He stood at the window of his bedroom, staring out to the wildness that surrounded his tower.

He has a good night vision even without the eyes of the wolf or the mountain lion, so he can see each tree of the forest, each grass, each pathway. Head raised, he glanced at the sky.

The stars clustered around the half-moon, looking so beautiful and shiny. A shooting star went off, separating itself from the crowd while twinkling stars stood out from the rest. It is indeed a beautiful night.

She is in the club.

Those males are leering at her.

Their eyes are devouring her.

Their eyes are ravishing what belongs to him.

Pain shot through his palms, cutting the raging invading thoughts off instantly. He raised his hands and looked at them.

Blood tripled from his palm. Shit, His hands have balled into fists again and this time around, his claws had slipped out and he cut himself.

Taking a deep breath, he willed his claws to retract and he surveyed his bloodied palm.

It's been hours since Ismena left his tower. Her parting shots had made him restless and placed him in a very bad mood which only get worse as time crawls by. Which gets even worse each time his head processes what she meant by those words.

He'd tried not to think of them. He has no intentions of stopping Ismena from clubbing and being with other men, after all, he'd told her clearly that he doesn't want to be with her. He wasn't an unreasonable man and he most definitely isn't one of those Alphas that does irrational things because of Mate.

So, he will respect her decision. That is exactly what he planned to do after she'd walked away.

But then again, as time passed, it gets harder to 'respect her decision.' It gets harder to just ignore.

After the mind-blowing orgasm she'd given him, he was supposed to be at his calmest for the rest of the day but he was no more calm than aviolent tornado warning.

To keep himself occupied, he'd spent the rest of the evening working behind his desk, in between checking up on Alphose and Nalaila. Then, he'd tried sleeping, but that part was not an easy feat.

Now, as his eyes traced each shooting star, he was doing his very best to control himself. He was trying his damnest not to think of another man crawling towards her, touching her body in a dance, kissing her.

A deep growl tore from his throat. His claws unsheathed again.

"Hell." He muttered. No, this is not helping.

He has to go for a run to calm himself. If he exhausts himself in a run, he wouldn't have to think about the gray-eyed brave, and beautiful woman.

Every unmated Changeling male in the club knew when she entered the club. How wouldn't they know?

The woman is smoking hot.

She was dressed in what can be termed 'the skimpiest gown' in Naturiah standard, but the very normal gown in the non-changeling world. The gown stopped two inches above her knees, showing off a bit of that white creamy skin of her thighs that has every male either licking their lips, swallowing tightly, or whistling under their breaths in reverence.

Sexy legs in a high heel—a rarity in Naturiah—walked elegantly inside the club and a wild blonde hair like scourging fire rested behind her back which made most of their hands itch to touch that untamable mass of hair.

She was walking beside a very beautiful Eline too, but then again, they all know the 'prim and proper' cougar sentinel, so, they know better than to gawk at the woman. Instead, they all devoured the human female with their eyes. Damn, the woman is extremely beautiful.

Some of these men already began preparing themselves to go to her once she's seated and make a pass at her.

Some of them already imagined taking the small woman home, spread her out on their bed, and fuck her all night.

Some of them imagined prepositioning her and fucking her in the restroom of the club.

Some of them already prepared themselves on how they will fight their fellow male for her, defeat that male, and claim the woman.

But, as the woman passed them in that elegant steps of hers towards the counter, each of their faces changed dramatically because of the scent she carried.

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