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At the name of the two human mates of their packmates, Alphose smiled too. "Yeah, those two are angels. Wolfariane loves them too."

"Because they're family." She parroted, "The Alpha Called God has everyone's love and respect because he puts all of us first, before himself. Once any changeling male mates a human female, he sets his differences aside and accepts the female as pack—as family."

Eline is right. "Well, I made a mistake there. I shouldn't have asked him what will happen if the dying unmated human female was his, knowing fully well what he went through by their hands. I wasn't thinking clearly." he confessed.

"Your cougar was edgy. He knows and understands that too. The Alpha King is too damn strong. We struggle with our other halves every single day and lose control half of the time. Yet, he has two different powerful breeds inside him and barely loses control of anything." She shivered, "I wonder how he does it."

"No one knows, Eline. Coupled with what he went through in the hands of humans when he was younger?" He shook his head, "Other wolves went insane and turned rogue."

"He scares me to hell when I think of all that he went through, even though I know he willneverhurt me." she smiled again, shaking the frying pan constantly, "Imagine if his mate is human? I know for sure the heavens won't play such a sick joke on him. He doesn't deserve it at all. Hell, even the human female doesn't deserve it."

Alphose snorted, "It's not possible. Even if we forget his legendary hate for the specie, there's still the fact that no human female can match him. Not in battle, and most especially, not his sexual appetite. She will die quicker than a rogue's mate."

"Speaking of death, you need to inform the other Alphas about the dying unmated human female you bumped into, so they can go check out their compatibility with her." Sadness and pity dripped from her voice, "I truly hope her compatibility with her mate will pass the average level. That way, her Alpha can sustain her with his own life."

"It's a rarity, Eline. Only two mates out of hundreds of mated couples have passed the average compatibility level. It's not really important. We are all lucky if we can get even a low level of compatibility—as far as there's compatibility at all."

"Yeah, I know. But it's important in her case." she moaned pity, turning off her cooker, "Poor woman... I feel pity for her alpha too, whoever he may be."

Alphose shrugged, "It cannot be helped. What's most important is for her mate to find her and claim her fast. Just intimacy with her alpha can do more than whatever drugs those humans are giving her now."

CHAPTER 4. THE MEETING.

LAVO NIGHTCLUB, NEW YORK

Aweek later, Ismena walked through the door of the club. All of the dancers were sultry-looking females, beautiful and nearly naked. Some of the men were laughing and dancing with these women. Some were taking shots of drinks at the bar-side.

Wisps of smoke cast a dream-fog around them, and pinpricks of starlight rained from the swirling strobe, illuminating everything inside the darkened nightclub in slow, sweeping circles.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a scintillating glimpse of a taut masculine ass pounding forward, back, forward, into an ecstatic woman. Ismena shook her head. These women that just bent to their waists and have sex in a club, how exactly do they manage to do so with reckless abandon?

She wants wild, but not this wild.

These past few days have been glorious for her. She walked towards the bar and ordered her drink, smiling as she remembered her fun time in the amusement park. She'd conquered her lifelong fear of heights when she'd ridden that rollercoaster.

"Just margarita?" The young blonde bartender asked her with a polite smile on his face.

"Yes, please. Maybe, with a little mix. Add tequila too." No intention of getting drunk, but feeling really relaxed is not a bad idea.

It had been really hard in the beginning when she'd strapped herself into that rollercoaster, but eventually, she'd gotten the hang of it, especially when she grabbed the hands of the stranger beside her. She'd screamed half of the way, she recalled with a small smile on her lips.

But in the end, she rode the rollercoaster over and over again. Victorious and exhilarating, that was what she felt as she ticked off the'Conquer a lifelong fear.'from her To-Do List.

Before morning, she'll be ticking off the one and two on her list.'Go to a club.'and'Have a one-night-stand with a total stranger'.

At the other end of the club, a man sat on the couch of that secluded area, sipping his vodka slowly. The wolf likes the drink, but the mountain lion is not onboard with the alcohol. Not that alcohol ever affects him.

Wolfariane Daminor Throne waited for Alphose to join him, even as his eyes calmly took note of everything that was happening around him. He saw her enter, the woman who has drawn the attention of half of the men in the club, even without seeming to be aware of it.

She sipped her drink, smiling to herself occasionally. Most of their eyes followed her every movement, and why wouldn't they? The woman looks like sex on legs.

In that tight-fitting flirty black strapless gown that clung to her shapely body like a second skin, the woman looks gorgeous. And with a face like that?

Oval, brown-colored eyes, oxbow mouth made for kissing, and velvet-black eyebrows that casts a shadow under her eyes whenever she lifts the glass of whatever she is drinking to her lips, she is exceptionally enthralling.

Add the pale-yellow hair that flowed over her shoulders and you get walking, breathing, work of art.

Not that he cares at all what she looks likes. He has no intentions of mingling with any human here, least of all, a woman.

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