Her Gamma Valentine

It was a note, not very long: “I need to meet you tonight regarding what happened near the Dark Forest Pack border. I know you’re the Silvercrest Gamma, and if you don’t want your little ‘visit’ to my pack becoming too big an issue for you, you’ll meet me at the ‘Ragdoll club’ tonight, at 9 pm. Follow my instructions carefully. The address and everything else you need to know is right below…”

Ma’Heron bypassed the particulars for later, then scoffed at the last sentence, “Hope you’re not as clumsy following instructions, Ma’Heron Denar.”

She knows who you are and how to deal with you. I like her, Lyon said with a short amused laugh.

“Well, I have no other option than to go and fix whatever mistakes I made there. And it’s all because a certain wolf didn’t shut up when I told him to. And now she knows my name, position, and identity. Tsk…”

You can say whatever you want, M but I know better. I feel your feelings and hear your thoughts. Keep denying it all you want… I’ll always know the truth!

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Ma’Heron shifted his thoughts so he could get inside the club without giving away any clues on who he really was. Dressed in his trusty black leather jacket, dark sleeveless shirt, biker pants, all without print or studs, and thigh-high leather boots under his body-hugging trousers. These were obviously the most rugged clothes he owned.

Well, he can’t imagine himself wearing a suit while riding his vintage BMW motorbike, right?

“Damn, this place indeed looks shady. What did the stupid instructions say again? Password to tell to the entrance bouncer: Feline. Then, give a signed one-dollar bill to the first waitress who takes my order. Ok, this sounds childish and unnecessary. Why am I doing this again?” he murmured to himself, but his wolf answered in his head.

You keep telling yourself it’s because you want to fix a mistake, Lyon reminded.

I can feel you smirking, wolf. I didn’t even know you could, but I feel you doing it. And whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong!

Sure, Ma’Heron. Sure… Look, there’s the bouncer guy. Let’s follow through and see what happens. Something tells me we’re up for a lot of surprises tonight.

M gave the password at the entrance and was guided by a sexy redheaded hostess to a specific private booth at the back of the club which was very close to a stage with three poles.

“I hope you enjoy the show, sir,” she said with a flirty smile; while playing with her hair.

“Thank you, miss,” he said distractedly, looking all around for his masked mate, not even noticing yet another female’s failed attempt at trying to get his attention.

“You’re very welcome, sir,” she said, slightly disappointed, leaving him to go back to her other customers.

Not long after, a waitress approached him…

“Good evening, sir. This is courtesy of the house. Here is the menu, and I will come back in a few minutes to take your order,” she said with an overly sweet smile.

He noticed the very short black shorts that she wore, and beautifully toned legs covered by sand colored pantyhose. Her white shirt was tight and almost transparent, and as a final detail, she wore dark red suspenders. Her body was curvaceous, and she was pretty but didn’t match what he remembered of his mate.

Are we now comparing other girls, no matter how beautiful they are, to our mate? I thought you were not “that kind of wolf” Atty. Denar. Seems that I was wrong, Oh no no no, I wasn’t the one who said that, so that means you’re the one who’s wrong he he…

“Nope, you’re the one who’s wrong, Lyon. I just noticed that this place would make Aaron very happy. I’ll have to bring him here for his birthday. That’s all I’m thinking,” M clarified tonelessly.

Aaron… Yeah, riiiiight!

“Thank you very much, miss,” he replied, ignoring Lyon’s sarcastic statement while extending his hand with the one-dollar bill, his signature on it big and visible. The blond waitress took the said paper currency with a small smile.

“My name is Hazel, and I’ll be happy to deliver your message,” she said, keeping her smile pasted on her face as she checked the dollar bill. “I will be back soon to get your order, Sir”

Hazel came and went, eventually leaving him with a crystal decanter of prime Scotch and a small plastic bowl of mixed salted nuts. Not long after, the lights went off, and the stage was illuminated with purple-bluish and greenish lights.

The first girl of the night came out on stage…

A cat mask on her face, a skimpy and very tight pair of silver-colored mini-shorts with a matching silver-hued bralette that barely kept her perfectly rounded, voluptuous breasts from playing peekaboo with the audience, the masked female slowly walked onto the stage. She seemed to be owning it with only her beautifully toned body on full display and her strong and undeniable stage presence.

M’s heart pounded like a jackhammer in his chest. It was getting hot and hard to breathe. Her intoxicating fragrance overwhelmed his senses, and his dick immediately stood up to attention at the sight of her. It was really HARD for him to keep his body’s self-control intact, but his brain was fighting relentlessly, trying to remain unaffected and cold as he watched the desirable woman dance seductively in front of him. And that was the first time he got angry at her…

How the hell is she doing this to me? How come all my control and logic just disappear only because she stepped half-naked onto that dim-lighted and cheaply decorated stage? And with a pole dance, too? How dare she!

“Is she a hooker!?” M asked Lyon aloud in a scoffing tone.

Honestly, M, do you hear yourself talking? First, I don’t get why you’re so angry at her, and second, I only see her about to dance, and she’s even fully clothed! I don’t think that word describes her at all.

“But all this just proves my point. Not all mates are a good match for each other. You’ve seen how many have gotten expelled from our pack because they’ve hit their mate, right? And then there’s that crazy guy who was obsessed with Di a long time ago. That idiot rejected his real mate but imagine what their life would have been had that poor girl Claire followed through in pursuing him. And still, I don’t think that would still have spared Di from that maniac…”

Excuses, excuses… really M?

“Now this one… ‘our’ mate? I can tell you now, she smells of trouble!”

There are things in life that are worth the trouble, you idiotic simpleton… But I can see that you’ll have to learn your lesson the hard way. For your own good, I hope we don’t lose her because of your stupidity and narrow-mindedness.

“You should use your head, and not your heart for our life decisions, wolf. Being tied to the wrong person just because of the mate attraction is possible, and I repeat, we have seen it. You can veto me all you want, but one day you will thank me. I’m sure of it.”

Or one day you will cry because of what you’re saying and they will be tears mixed with blood. Mark my words, human!

The music started and the gorgeous, sexy woman on stage, directly focusing on him, turned and swayed to the rhythm of the seductive and naughty song playing over the darkened pub’s powerful wall speakers. "I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight" the Komodo version was her chosen background music, and as she danced, the mysterious pole dancer kept staring at the Gamma as if he was going to be her next meal.

Admittedly, looking at her was already a treat for him. But also, at the back of his mind, he was amazed at the impressive body control that she currently displayed. How this sexily-dressed dancer could hold herself up almost horizontally in the air just by the strength of her two thin and fragile-looking wrists. A man who has trained for so long like him can easily spot her natural expertise and continuously-trained skills, despite her unique and unorthodoxed way of showcasing them.

She is a sensual, strong, beautiful, smart, and a truly skillful fighter… and much more…

His hardened eight-inch and thick penis was now pulsing painfully inside of his pants while Lyon was going crazy, enticed and drugged with her, but not satisfied enough to be sated. Despite all of this, Ma’Heron was still livid because he could not control his own body, and he kept looking for logical counters to what was happening to him.

No such luck…

And to make matters worse, the flustered and engorged Silvercrest company lawyer didn’t even know what her face looked like!