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Cleo POV:

"Cleo, hurry and get dressed; no more stalling; you are going, and that's it!" I heard my best friend Jazz yell from the damn living room.

Fuck my life, I know her boyfriend, who is a shifter, by the way, is opening a club tonight with his brother, who happens to be the Alpha of the Pinot Moon Pack. I don't even know their names; I never attempt to find out. I love my best friend, but she is a shifter chaser.

She hops from shifter to shifter, hoping she is their fated or chosen mate. Seriously, she has been with Werebears, Werefoxes, basically any species that is part human and turns into an animal she has been with. I think this guy she is dating now is a werewolf. And, of course, she is attracted to the most dangerous pack in America.

"Cleopatra Noir, if we are late, I am going to kick your ass. The car West sent is still waiting!" she yells again. Well, I guess I know her boyfriend's name.

"This dress is too damn short. What the hell, Jazz? I look like I am selling pussy!" I yelled at her. I can't believe she picked this dress out for me.

The dress is cute. It is a royal blue one-shoulder bodycon dress with a gold strip going down the back. I decided to wear my gold metallic pumps. I do my makeup not too much, just bronzer to enhance my chestnut skin tone. My hair is in a high bun with Chinese bangs. I go downstairs, and she is just standing there looking at the phone. I huffed loudly, and she turned, and her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Girl, you look good enough to eat,"  she says.

"Yeah, that's what I want to hear, especially if I am going to be in a club full of shifters." I mentally rolled my eyes, knowing I might get eaten tonight, and not in a good way.

We left and got in the car; Jazz was texting the whole way there. I guess she was texting her man to tell him we were on our way.

We finally made it to the club. I laughed to myself as I saw the red neon lights that read "CClub Blood Moon." Jazz pushed me in front of her and introduced me to her boyfriend, while his brother introduced himself. He seemed so conceited. I know most women drop their pants for shifters—well,  not me.

"I am Valenzano Pinot Alpha of the Pinot Moon Pack,"  he said while looking me up and down.

I noticed that his eyes changed from hazel green to a golden color and back to hazel green. He is fine as hell. About 6'5 with olive skin. And I can tell by the way his clothes fit that he has solid muscle. I wonder how old he is because he got a salt-and-pepper thing going on with his hair.

We go inside the club to the VIP section. I must say the club looks excellent. There were black leather seats on the main floor and blood-red leather couches in the VIP area. The waitress brings us three bottles of Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Brut Rose and some shots.

I sit there watching the dance floor as I drink, but I can't help feeling someone staring at me, and I know who that someone is. I am so glad Jazz asked me to dance. I threw back three shots and got up. I never moved so fast in my life. We went to the dance floor to dance to Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe. I am swaying my hips, letting the music and the alcohol take over.

The drinks I had got me feeling great, like "Tony the Tiger Great." I am moving to the beat of the music, and then suddenly I feel two arms wrapped around my hips. And then the beat drops, and it is one of my favorite songs, Back That Ass Up, by Juvenile.

And whoever dude was that was dancing on me was doing a good job keeping up, or I am rusty at this club dancing shit. Jazz turned to me and handed me another shot of whatever was in her hand. I turned to look at the guy I was dancing with, and, damn, he was fine. Like if I were still in my twenties, we would be on top of someone's car, going at it like rabbits.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He leaned into my ear and whispered "Racell,"  and my body shook, and my pussy started leaking like a faucet. I don't know if it's a shifter-seducing trick or the liquor. But I am turned all the way on.

"And what's yours?" he asked in the sexiest voice I ever heard.

Before I had a chance to answer, I heard the most horrible growl ever. I got sober quickly, pussy dried up, and shit. The whole club got quiet. I turned and saw Valenzano standing there with his eyes golden.

I have been around wolves before. His eyes changing colors can mean one of two things. Either Valenzano is horny or pissed off. And based on how he is looking at me and Recell, he is extremely pissed off. But my question is, why? I just met this man; we don’t know each other. For him to act like this is unacceptable. And is one of the reasons I do not date shifters.

“Oh, hey Valenzano,"  I said nervously, but he did not respond to me. However, he is grilling Recall down.

“Is he your boyfriend, mate, or something?” Recell said, looking from me to Valenzano.

“No, I don’t have a mate, nor a boyfriend,"  I said. I guess Valenzano heard me because the next thing I know he growled and Recell is on the floor.

Oh, my goodness. What the hell is wrong with this man-beast person? Damn it, why did you let Jazz convince me to come out tonight? Why did I let her convince me to come here of all places?