Spotting a pair of doors leading to the VIP area open, a womanin a tiny skirt and revealing blouse steps out with a keycard in her hand, giving me an idea. She struts towards the bar, and I head towards her, accidentally-on-purpose bumping into her. I mumble an apology as I swipe the card from her pocket.
My heart is pounding. The fear that he will find me makes me sick. Why can’t he just let me go?
I scan the card, take a discreet glance around, and slip through the doors that click open. I just need a place to wait around until he leaves. If he had entered our pack, then he must know that is my bike out there.
“Did you hear that?”
I freeze. Werewolves? I can smell them. What on earth is going on? This is a human club, right?
“I don’t recognise that scent. Did someone sneak in?”
Oh, shit.
I look around, frowning. Three corridors lead off from here. Silently, I hurry down the left one and up the flight of steps, thanking the goddess for the carpeted halls to muffle my footsteps. To my relief, I see a pair of glass doors that are standing open. I rush inside, closing them behind me and letting out a breath of relief.
I am in a large room that looks down upon the club. From here, I can see everything. I am sure from down below this is just part of the mirrored design of the ceiling, or what we had thought was the ceiling. I look around the room; the floor is a glittering black marble, with two blue velvet sofas and a glass table at the centre. A bar with drinks stands to the side, but no matter where you look, this room gives us the perfect view of the show put on below, without the smell of sweat or arousal hanging in the air.
Should I wait around here? What should I do? Goddess, what have I gotten myself into? My phone is in the locker, too.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps and talking reaches my ears. They are approaching fast. Looking around, I see the bar, myheart thumping as I quickly hide underneath it. I peep out from the side, spotting several men coming closer. Two men get to the door first, holding them open for the rest. My heart sinks when I realise there are a few werewolves present as well. Each man clearly means business, from their suits and their dangerous appearances, but it is the one in the centre that stands out, pulling my attention to him entirely.
Not only is he an Alpha, but the power and dominance that roll off him are so intense I almost forget to breathe. Everyone else seems to fade away as I stare at the man in the middle. He wears a fitted black shirt, his sleeves rolled up, with black pants and boots. He holds his jacket over his shoulder on one finger, and despite the darkness in the club, he wears a pair of shades. His chocolate-coloured hair is styled sexily. From what I can tell, his entire neck, arms, and hands are covered in tattoos. Then, my heart lurches when the most intoxicating, orgasm-inducing scent hits me; woody and dangerously seductive, with a hint of blood mandarin, warm cinnamon, and patchouli. The scent is coming from none other than the Alpha male in the centre.
He pauses, tensing as he turns his head slightly. He has smelt me.
The restlessness of my wolf and the pounding of my heart is no longer under my control. Every cell in my body is going haywire as I stare at none other than the god before me. My mate.
His Dangerous Temptation
Azura
Imove back, my heart thumping. He must have heard me. He must have smelt me.
What the hell do I do? Judah is dangerous, but the man standing a few metres from me screams of power and danger of a far higher calibre. I need to get out of here before he sees me, but how do I do that?
“We can continue this another day. Reschedule,” his deep, velvety voice that sends shivers of desire through me orders.
Oh, fuck, that voice is hot. Come on, Azura, breathe steadily and focus.
“Ah, of course.”
“Absolutely.”
I don’t dare move as I hear the rest recede, but my mate remains. The doors shut, and I close my eyes in defeat. He’s still here.
“Why don’t you step out from your hiding spot?” His voice suggests.
I close my eyes. Any dream I have that I would be able to escape from him is gone. Slowly I stand up and turn, staringat the man before me. If I had thought he was the epitome of sexiness and dominance before, he is a thousand times hotter when you see him properly. His scent intoxicates me. I feel lightheaded as he slowly removes his shades, and I look into a pair of the coldest ice-blue eyes I have ever seen, eyes that trail over me but give away nothing.
He is tall, maybe around six-foot-six. His muscular arms strain with his bulging biceps. I notice that he has three piercings in his right ear and one in his left.
“Who would have thought I’d be given a human…” he mutters so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“I’m not human,” I reply coldly. He looks into my eyes with a glimmer of interest in his cold ones.
“Then join me for a drink.”
It isn’t an offer but a command.
The very temptation to turn and run away from him consumes me, but I can’t. As much as I hadn’t wanted to find my mate, the curiosity to know what kind of person the goddess has made for me wins, and I find myself nodding.
He comes over to the bar. I have to admit that his posture and attitude speak volumes. This is a man who knows what he wants, and he gets it. The temptation to tell him about Judah and why I am up here almost overcomes me, but I can’t. This is not his fight, and he hasn’t asked why I am up here. Something tells me I have walked straight into the wolf’s den.
“Do you like your drink strong or light?” He asks after dropping his jacket onto the sofa.
“Strong, although I don’t think there’s anything you have to offer that could work on me,” I muse, staring at the window that looks down upon the club.
“Don’t be so sure,” he replies arrogantly. I turn to him as he pours a green liquid into two glasses before he holds one out to me.
“What is this?” I ask, looking at it curiously.
“Absinthe,” he replies with a small, cold smirk before he raises the glass. I clink mine against his, looking surprised. Absinthe…
“Isn’t this illegal here?” I ask, unable to stop the curiosity that seeps into my mind.
“Being up here without permission is illegal, too. This is the only drink that can really take the edge away. Clearly, four bottles of whiskey didn’t work for you,” he remarks mockingly. My heart skips a beat. Had he seen me? I look down below, only to see the booth I was sitting at is in plain sight…
“So you were watching me?”
“You may have caught my eye. Not many women do.” I don’t miss the ‘many’ in that sentence.
He steps closer, and I find myself looking into those dangerous eyes of his.
“You wanted to run when you realised that we are mates.”
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