Page 11 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

He looked away.

His thumb played with the huge diamond sparkling ring in his middle finger for a while before he removed it and slipped it into his back pocket. It's a very special ring, he has no intentions of drawing the interest of human thieves to it.

His eyes following the movements of bodies on the dance floor, taking another sip of his drink irritably. What the hell is keeping Alphose?

In the past few days, since he landed in New York City, he has been very busy at his company, trying to develop business strategies with Cronus, his packmates, and Alphose. After putting in so much work and sleepless nights, it's beginning to pay off. There have been some good positive changes in the sales of the new fertilizer products. But he has been feeling wiped out.

So, he'd come here for a little bit of relaxation while waiting for Alphose to get the remaining papers from Cronus and meet him here. So they can make plans of what next to do here, and when to go over to Oklahoma.

The smell of sex, drinks, and perfumes in the air of the enclosed space of this club has bombarded his nose, or he would have been able to scent Alphose—if he's close or not. It made him uncomfortable.

The black wig he had on to hide his unusual colored hair was making him uncomfortable too.

Unbiddenly, his eyes went back to the woman. Two men have walked up to her. The way their smiles are slowly dying off instead of broadening further told him that she must be turning them down. In a polite way too, seeing the smile that remained on her face.

Then, she got up, staggered a bit, and began walking away to the bathroom—if his guess is correct.

After she disappeared behind the door, the two men looked at each other. A look passed between them. A look of pure, evil intent. They followed her.

Not his business. He looked away.

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"Why take three margaritas when you don't have the head for it, you idiot?" Ismena scolded her mirror self.

She isn't feeling drunk per say—she's still walking perfectly on her high heels, that's a plus, isn't it?—but she does feel too relaxed on the inside.

Straightening to her full height—which isn't that much—she staggered on her feet. Okay, maybe a little drunk. After washing her hands, she picked up her purse, turned towards the door and... Oops.

The same men that walked up to her minutes ago, stood blocking her exit. Is this not the female bathroom?

She's very sure it says 'female' at the door, so what is the gender that betrayed Jesus Christ doing in here?

Doesn't matter. She walked towards them to the door, but the other one got in front of her, stopping her from reaching her destination.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the exit." She directed to the lanky one in front of her. The not-so-lanky one turned and flipped the lock.

"We will like to have a little bit of your time, if you don't mind, Angel."

She snorted, "Sorry guys, not an Angel yet, but will be one in the next two months when I get up there." Forefinger pointed up, "That is IF I make it up there." Will she be making it to heaven? "I wouldn't be betting my money on it though. Not when I want to make the most of my last days here." She flashed a white set of teeth.

They looked at each other in confusion. Turned back to her again, "If you can just agree to play with us here, we will make you feel so good." Not-so-lanky licked his lips, staring drolly at her breasts.

"Am I allowed to decline this very generous offer?" Mentally, she tried to remember all the fighting tricks and taekwondo moves she learned eight years ago from her trainer, but her foggy head was too slow. Damn, margaritas.

They crowded her space, walking threateningly towards her, "I'm afraid that you can't, Angel."

The first hand that reached for her, she managed to grab hold of it and...crack!!The sound of bone breaking filled the air.

"Aaaaaah! She broke my arm!!" Lanky shouted in pain, lifting the hand in question.

Not-so-lanky shot a glare at her, "Oh yeah, I see you're a fighter, young lady. Well, we're going to see about that."

He grabbed both of her arms and twisted her in an effort to cage her but she began struggling with all her might. Raising her feet, she stomped hard on his booted feet, he roared in sheer pain, letting her go for a minute.

She made a run for it, but Lanky grabbed her by the hair—shit, her weakest point!—and pulled. She had to step back with a yelp or risk having her hair pulled out from the root. "Caught you now, haven't I? I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He finished the snarled threat with a heavy slap to her cheek.

Ismena's ears rang for a moment, she couldn't hear a thing, she was also dizzy...coupled with her alcoholic state, she lost strength and fell completely into his arms. Not-so-lanky recovered enough then to grab her hand again, this time around he was able to incapacitate her completely.

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