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Some faces mirrored shock, some disappointment...surprise...envy...dismay.

The Alpha King's woman. His mate!

Their eyes were filled with questions.

What is she doing in a club!?

What kind of set-up is this?

With a regretful sigh, they all focused on other women. Those drinking faced their drinks again.

They all value their lives.

No way they are risking their lives like that.

No man is coming to her.

Thirty minutes in the club, Ismena came to that realization as she sipped her margaritasin sheer frustration.

Few couples were dancing on the floor, while some were even making out around the corner, while some others were just idle. But none of them were looking at her. Not even a single male.

If Ismena didn’t know better, she will think that someone tattooed 'STAY OFF, SHE HAS AIDS!'on her back.

But she knows way better. And that only has her more frustrated, especially since her friend Eline is busy having fun.

Her eyes found Eline on the dance floor. The woman is on her third dance with another changeling male. The third dance!

Yet, no man has even propositioned her for a dance. Every female in this club has gotten one. She wondered what was going on as she sat there sullenly, drinking.

Why isn't any man coming to her?

Then, the answer came when one man walked into the club, his eyes searched appreciatingly for the females and when his eyes found hers, it flashed with attraction.

As the man made his way towards her, Ismena noted that he's a small man, a little taller than her but he oozed power. No problem, he'll do.

But then, something happened.

The man got close to her and stopped suddenly like he hit a wall. He sniffed the air...twice. His eyes widened in shock and fear.

Then, he turned and almost ran like his feet were on fire just to get away from her.

I smell like him! A gasp tore from her mouth as it dawned on her.

"Oh my God! That motherfucking frowning ape!" She raged, slamming her drink on the table with so much force, the wooden cup rattled badly.

She tried not to think of him all evening. The thought of sleeping with another man doesn't sit well with her, but she was trying her best to make peace with it since the man she wanted—the man her body craves so badly—does not want her.

The taste of him was still on her tongue. She licked her lips occasionally just to taste a bit of him. But, at the same time, she's also trying to put him away from her thoughts and focus on having fun.

Yet, she can't even have fun because of him.

"Aaah! I'm having so much fun! I'm glad we came here!" Eline shouted above the music, hurrying towards her with a wild grin on her face.

"Well, at least one of us is having fun!" Ismena screamed above the music too. Angrily, she downed her drink in one shot and stretched out the empty cup to the pointed-ear bartender.

Eline touched her arm, "Tune it down girl, so you don't get drunk."

Ismena wanted to get drunk, maybe that will ease her frustration a bit. Already, she can feel the drink getting to her head.