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Aronzo glanced at the club worriedly, and shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "He didn't mess with an Alpha's woman, he—"

"Arh, he should thank his heavens for that—" Dogatis cut in.

"—messed with the Alpha King's woman." Aronzo finished, dreadfully.

Silence. And then...

"What the hell!!?" Dogatis roared, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? SHIT!!"

"I'm scared for him, Alpha. Please, help me save my friend, I don't want him to die."

"I'm already on my way. Don't go there and do anything stupid, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha. Thank you so much, Alpha." Aronzo breathed a deep sign of relief. He'd thought his Alpha wouldn't help because of the male involved. No one wants to tangle with the Alpha King, even when the male is in his best moods—which is a rarity—talk more of the mood he is in now.

Aronzo wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. He only wishes their Alpha will arrive on time, before things get worse for his friend!

Wolfariane never intended to come to this place.

He went for a run in a total different part of town. He ran till he reached the outskirt of the Heart Of Naturiah. But no matter how much he ran, he couldn't shut his mind away from the fact that Ismena is the club being leered at by males.

She carries his scent. No one will dare to touch her.

But, what if someone dares...?

Ismena is too beautiful. What if someone let's go of reasons and touches her...?

What if he kissed her...?

One moment, he was at the wild forest running, the next moment, he found himself running into the Cougar Clan, through the pathway that led to the club.

He was determined to be rational about this, but that determination died a quick death when he arrived at the club only to see a male putting his hands on her.

The wolf was snarling inside him, raging fiercely, wanting to be let loose, but the man held the reins tightly. Mostly because the man himself is riding the very edge of the darkest rage...almost like the one he felt on the afternoon, but different.

His hands curled into fists.

That man has his woman in his arms, touching her body....kneading her ass.

That was already pushing him towards the dark pits when he inhaled...and scented the male's arousal for his woman. His mate. His!

He. Will. Die.

Up until few minutes ago, Ismena was very sure she has seen all the moody faces their is to Wolfariane, but as he stood at the door and fear sizzled down her spine, she came to the realization that this is a face she hasn't seen before.

Oh, he has that 'relaxed' pose going for him. That very deceptive one.

His big body was leaning against the wall now, his arms crossed. But a frown creased his brows together, dominating his forehead. His eyes are a picture of raging blue fire and his lips curved up in a savage snarl as his eyes lowered to Donas' hands on her plump ass.

Ismena was barely aware of what she was doing when she carefully extracted herself from the dog changeling's arms, her wide-eyes pinned on the huge male who has caused the utter silence at the club.

Ismena forced herself to summoned her bravery. Why should she be scared? He's the one that rejected her. And what is he doing here anyway?

"W-What are you doing h-here?" Shit, her voice is slurred. Damn, she's tipsy.

With the fluidity of a big cat, he uncurled himself from the wall and started towards her. His steps unhurried. Slow. Angry. Predatory.

Donas already knew something was wrong when the Alpha King showed up in the club. But when the Alpha King kept giving him killer glares, he'd been confused and very afraid.