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Valenzano POV:

I love my brother, but as an Alpha, I wait for no one, especially a human woman. But since West is my brother/Beta and he is sure this human, Jazz is his mate. And if she is, then she will give birth to my nieces or nephews who will be future betas of the pack, so I must at least meet her and accept her into the pack when the time comes.

"Bro, they are finally on their way,"  West says, sounding super excited. Just then, a black car pulls up.

As soon as the door opened, my heart stopped at the smell of honey and mango. I thought the smell was coming from the girl my brother was helping get out of the car, but it wasn't. Thank Goddess it was the woman she was with because that would have been very awkward for us. The woman is beautiful, roughly 5'0 without the five-inch heels she has on, curvy, and her chestnut skin is shimmering.

"Mate,"  Vintage said in my head.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" I asked Vintage, who is my wolf.

"I said Mate stupid; that smell of honey and mango is her our mate,"  he says sarcastically.

Fuck my life. I say to myself, My mate is a human. Who would have thought a powerful Alpha like me, who can trace his lineage all the way to the first Alpha made by the Moon Goddess, has a human for a mate? I might as well hand the pack over to my brother and drink a shot of wolfsbane.

"Bro, this is my baby Jazz Cherrish and her friend Cleopatra Noir,"  my dear brother introduces the two ladies.

"Nice to meet you, Jazz,"  I said as I shook her hand, trying not to stare at her friend. She pushes Cleopatra in front of her, and when I notice the dress she is wearing, it is way too short for an Alpha mate to be wearing around other shifters. Especially an unmarked Luna.

"We will have to punish her for wearing that dress later,"  Vintage said, and I mentally slapped myself on the head.

"Hello Cleopatra, nice to meet you,"  I say as I grab her hand and kiss the back of it, and sparks fly.

"Nice to meet you too, and please call me Cleo,"  she says, and I feel Vintage trying to push forward.

I watch Cleo as she pours herself a glass of rose and takes a shot. I felt so tense; the smell and sight of her are driving me and Vintage crazy, and it is taking everything in me to not mark and mate with her right here right now.

I watched as Jazz took her to the dance floor. As an Alpha, I must always have control of my emotions, but the thought of her on that dance floor dancing in that dress was two seconds away from making her sit her ass down.

"What do you think about Jazz?"  I heard my brother say, taking me out of my thoughts.

"She seems nice. I am sure she will be perfect for the pack," I said, watching Cleo on the dance floor.

"I see you eyeing Cleo,"  he says with a smirk on his face.

"I am supposed to, according to Vintage, she is my mate,"  and the smile on his face tells me just how happy he is for me.

"Congratulations bro, you have been wanting a mate, and our pack has been needing a Luna for a while... so how are you going to approach the situation?" I am so mad he asked me that question.

"I only ask because Jazz told me she doesn't date shifters at all,"  he says, shaking his head.

It was then that I glanced at the dance floor and saw a fucking werebear grinding on my mate. I didn't hear anything else; West was saying vintage, and I saw red. And before I knew it, I was moving to the dance floor.

As I get closer to Cleo, I smell her arousal. I knew if I could smell it, the whole damn club could. And especially Racell, the damn werebear she was dancing with. The sight of him touching her and the smell of her arousal drove Vintage mad.

He pushed forward and growled. He wanted to shift and tear Racell apart. The club went silent, and the next thing I know, Racell is on the floor with a broken face. Yes, I actually broke his face. And if it wasn't for West getting between us and the smell of fear coming from Cleo, I would have done a lot more.

"Dude outside now,"  I heard West say.

"Ladies, let's go."  I turned to both Cleo and Jazz.

We all walked outside for some air as the music started to play again. On my way out, I am going off on Vintage. He is acting like a pup who got his toys stolen. I am extremely pissed off. What if his actions scared her?

"What the fuck was I supposed to do? Did you see them two on the dance floor? And the way his hands were rubbing on her and shit she belongs to us!" he said, sounding like he was still pissed off.

"She doesn't know she belongs to us. She is not a part of our world. You acting like that might have scared her off,"  I said, ready to hit him, which is dumb because we both would both feel it.

"Yeah, but you're the one who got up to go to the dance floor, not me," he said, implying the whole situation was my fault.

I blocked him. As we walked outside, I could still smell the fear pouring off Cleo. I didn't smell any on Jazz, which tells me that she has been around shifters before.

The smell of her arousal in the limousine got me fighting with Vintage for control. And it doesn't help that West and Jazz are two seconds from fucking each other. I watch Cleo as she stares out the window and says, "WWhat's the name of this town? It looks beautiful." My heart stops when she expresses her liking for the pack grounds. She wasn't expecting me to answer, but I did.

"She's going to love it here."  He sounds like a she-wolf.

"I need for you to relax. She is only here for a night,"  I said, annoyed at how hyper he is getting.

"Yeah, but if you stop fighting me for control, I can make tonight the best night of her life, and she won't want to leave,"  he says while smirking.

"If I let you take control, you would ruin everything. She is not a she-wolf; you can't mate and mark within hours of meeting her,"  I said, making my point to him.

"Why not?" he says, as if I said something wrong to him. I can't with him; he is so stubborn.

"OH, MY GODDESS, because she is human...and not to mention your behavior at the club scared her."  I swore if he was in front of me, I would punch him.

As Vintage and I talk, I hear Cleo's stomach growl. I mind linking the cook and telling him that we are on our way. And to have something prepared for us upon our arrival

"Racell pissed me off, and she is ours. No one is allowed to touch her but  us!" Damn, he is still mad.

I block him so he can't fight me for control anymore. We reached the house, and West and Jazz stopped their soft porn session. Cleo's face was priceless as I watched her stare at my house.

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