Still, Phoebe was right, she couldn't remain untouched for the rest of her life and werewolves were known for their sexual appetite.
There was nothing Diana loved more than a steady hand. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, she looked around the hall with new eyes.
Instead of trying to stay hidden, she assessed the others to see if any would appeal to her or her not-so-demanding friend.
As if hunting with her friend Phoebe opened up new perspectives, the pair shared a sly smile and circled the room with intent.
...
Michel walked into the club straight to the manager's desk. A moment later Erick, his beta joined him.
“We have a good crowd tonight. he said with justifiable pride. It was his beta's idea to convert the old bar into a safe ground for mating encounters. A brilliant idea that brought the pack surprisingly large profits.
Michel nodded, patting him on the shoulder. “Our profits and memberships are skyrocketing, even with our strict restriction on entry.
Humans and shifters alike liked the idea of a mate forever.
“Humans like it because there's a lot of cheating among their own kind. And shifters are genetically coded to seek out their other half.
Erick brushed his dark hair out of his face with an elegant hand before giving his boss a disapproving look.
'You spend a lot of time alone, Michel. It's time for you to find a beautiful woman and settle down.
Michel snorted.
“I don't like pretty women. Beautiful women need a lot of attention. Give me an average-looking girl I'll thank you anytime.
Eric snorted.
“Then how come you're still alone. If you just want a medium one, you could go to the dance floor, crook your finger and take the first one that comes to you.
Michel smiled, his gray eyes twinkling with amusement.
“I didn't say I liked easy women.
The Alpha's eyes scanned the crowd restlessly. It felt different tonight. There was a tingle in the air, a feeling of magic. The tightening throughout his daily life warned him of major events looming on the horizon. A gift of omen that he inherited from his father's ancestors.
He scanned the dance floor again, making sure everything was flowing normally, trying to pinpoint the source of his uneasiness. No fights coming out, no unwanted touches. Out of habit, he closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and inhaling the scents of the club. His senses first located members of his pack among the dense crowd, a few dozen there to keep the club moving smoothly, hunting for some, and others for their own mates.
Michel was giving up when he found him.
The deep scent of green grass came to him on a breeze.
Delicious.
The urge to run under the full moon while feeling this meadow beneath his claws filled him. With an effort, he blinked back to reality.
There wasn't a piece of good land to run on for miles. Michel closed his eyes and inhaled again. Turning his head as he followed the scent.
Unable to hold back, the alpha snarled.
Someone in the club smelled irresistible.
- What is that? Erick asked with his eyes fixed on the expression on the Alpha's face.
"Can't you smell it?"
"Of what?"
— From Heaven.
Michel's gaze landed on a dark-haired woman in tight jeans and a red shirt who strutted across the floor followed by another plain-looking woman with dull blonde hair, an ass and the sweetest scent of dreams hotter than Michel had ever seen her. he had.
The blonde moved more like a graceful dance than a walk, as if the music itself was pushing him along the floor. Smooth, softly tanned skin spilled over sleek muscles over a low-cut tank top. The leather pants he wore projected an ass so good Michel's mouth watered. No, he had never met Mrs. Sweetie, but now was the time. It had been a long time since anyone caught his eye.
"I think I found Mr. Average of my dreams. Michel murmured to his beta.
Placing his hands on the wooden railing, he gripped it firmly before hurling himself over the counter. Their senses heightened, the dancers fled with seconds to spare. Michel disembarked into the newly vacated space and walked through the crowd to reach the now chatting pair in the corner.
When the blonde turned to speak to the man behind her, Michel saw a tattoo on her left arm. His enhanced vision let him read the words "Andrew 2005".
Fury coursed through him as he thought of someone else touching the elegant blonde. Imagining someone's hands tugging at the ring Michel had glimpsed on a nipple through the frill of the T-shirt brought a growl to the back of his throat.
My.
The possessiveness towards this woman took him by surprise, but it didn't stop him from approaching the pair.
— Good evening gentlemen, I am Michel Moon, the owner of the club. I can't believe I had the opportunity to meet you two. Are you new members?
He was quite proud of the fact that he hadn't picked up the blonde and taken her back to his lair. Michel's eyes were locked on the blonde.
The dark-haired woman stepped forward to get his attention. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Moon. I'm Phoebe Blake, a new member, and this is my friend Diana Bonet, who came as my guest. I'm trying to talk Diana here into dating again.
- No. The denial burst from her lips. Michel quickly followed with a smile. He didn't want to frighten the splendid-smelling woman.
Diana looked up and Michel saw the color of the man's eyes for the first time. Wonderful. This ordinary man had extraordinary bright golden eyes like sunlight.
"Is there something wrong with the men here?" Phoebe asked in a soft tone, a sweet smile lighting up her smooth face.
Michel cleared his throat to come up with something plausible. He focused on the brunette, because she seemed to be the mouthpiece for both of them. “There's nothing wrong with men here, but you don't want to jump on anything, especially if it's been awhile. Why don't you two come to my table? I'm always happy to meet new members. “It wasn't a complete lie. “And that way you two will be able to see everyone and be seen. He glanced at the blonde. “I would feel bad if you picked the wrong man on your first outing.
Aside from Michel of course, I wouldn't say to shy Diana that the wrong man would be everyone besides him. Instead, he reached out, biting back a groan as the blonde's palm slid across his quivering one.
There were many moments in Michel's life that made special memories, but this one eclipsed them all. It wasn't every day you touched your mate for the first time.
Heat rushed up his arm as he took her hand. Instead of shaking her, he lifted her to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her wrist.
This was her only one. He knew that, just as he knew the phases of the moon and the joy of a good hunt.
“Welcome to my club. he purred. Fuck, his voice sounded as deep as it used to before he shifted.
Phoebe gave a rueful laugh before turning to her friend with an easy smile.
— Diana, why don't you stay with Michel here, I think I saw someone to my liking and I don't want to worry about you.
Michel could have kissed him.
Diana shot her a wary look before turning back to her friend.
"Are you sure Phoebe?" I know we came in separate cars so you could date someone, but I don't want to leave you when we've only been here a few minutes.
Someone who didn't have heightened senses wouldn't have heard the tremor in Diana's voice or the nerves that spilled out of her in waves. The predator inside Michel wanted to take the sweet woman down like a wounded deer and devour her in the soft comfort of his lair.
As it was, when he had to bite back a snarl when Phoebe placed a kiss on her friend's cheek and whispered,
- I'll be fine. Call me if you run into any problems. Michael…
She didn't miss the warning look in Phoebe's eyes, but she gave the shield a nod to let her know he'd take care of her friend. The other didn't need to know how closely he would be taking care of Diana.
Diana flashed him a nervous smile.