Page 26 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

At TAO Nightclub, the music was too high, the sounds of cheering almost being louder than the music. A man sat opposite her, making a conversation with her, lust in his eyes.

Wait. What's his name again?

"Wait, what's your name again!?" She shouted above the music.

"Taren! That's the third time you're asking!" He shouted right back.

"Forgive me for that. I have a poor brain behind these beautiful features!" She joked, but in truth, her mind is just divided. She's having ahard time trying not to think about the handsome Big Bad Wolfe she met three nights ago.

Damn, the man is spending a lot of time in her mind these days.

"Not to worry! What do you say we go to a more quiet place!?"

Taren is good-looking, she'll give it to him. He's also doing his best to be a gentleman all evening since he walked up to her and she really does wanna get laid. "Alright, let's go!"

They walked out of the club together, to the opposite side of the hotel that has'The Bar'written in bold letters at the top of it. It was quiet inside, with a few couples spread out in the bar, drinking.

They walked to a dark side of the bar and settled down there. "One minute, please." Taren excused himself and began walking towards the counter to order them a drink.

"Please get me water only. Water or orange juice." No way she's drinking any alcohol again.

The thought of alcohol brought the image of her dark knight in frowning armor right back into her mind. Wetness pooled in between her legs, her body went hot.

"Heavens, Ismena, Jesus Christ. This kind of lust is way abnormal especially for you," she muttered to herself, squeezing her legs together. Even in high school, when every girl's libido is so high, she never lusted on any man then. "Get it together girl!" She chided herself.

Watching Taren as he ordered their drinks, her eyes followed the bartender as he poured her orange juice into a glass cup and handed it to Taren.

Too bad you stole from the man, if not you can at least cross your legs and pray for another coincidental meeting with me. But seeing him meanstrouble for you, so you can't even hope on that. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, Anyway, you have this good-looking guy for tonight to help you forget all about him.

Wolfariane Daminor Throne picked the man up and threw him away. He landed flat on his back on the cold pavement and passed out cold.

In a dark empty alley, he stood alone once again, barely holding himself from roaring to the sky. His ring is not with this man, Ethan.

He'd hunted those two men—Aiden and Ethan—that attacked the woman in the restroom of the nightclub, but they are not in possession of his ring.

It had taken a lot of convincing for them to get him to believe that they aren't with his ring. He'd believed them too because the wolf couldn't smell it on them.

That leaves one last person. The female. His mate. She is the one that stole his ring.

Damned female! The basic rules which keeps the changelings in check in the non-changeling world stopped him from shifting forms and letting the wolf hunt her down. Rules he helped create.

So, instead he closed his eyes and allowed the memories of three nights ago wash over him. He recalled her scent—her main unique scent that isn't liquor or death—and allowed the scent to fill his nose again, after suppressing it for so long.

The scent of spice and earthy daisies. Intoxicating. Addictive.

She is near.

Wolfariane stepped out of the alley and called the first cab that drove by.

"Where to, sir?" The cab man asked.

He has no idea. "Just drive, I will direct you." His nose will direct him.

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"So, I... uhm, I really like you." Taren admitted an hour later, "I will like to spend some good time with you if it's okay to you?"

"Your place or mine?" Ismena drawled, taking a sip out of her orange juice.

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