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"If he doesn't want to mate with me, that's fine. I know I'm beautiful." She'd stated, raising her wet chin proudly, "I will find another changeling who will be happy to mate with me."

"But, it doesn't always work like that in every cases, Ismena! You're highly—very highly—compatible with the Alpha King, so he is your mat—"

"I don't care." Ismena cut her off rising from the old couch, she wiped her wet cheeks, "Even if I don't find a mate, I'm going to have fun while I wait for my own death. No way I'm staying here wallowing in self-pity, or crying for a man that hates me."

"But---"

"Are you going to come with me?" Ismena doesn't mind going alone, but she needed her friend with her in such a strange place surrounded by strange people.Especially because most of them have hatred for her and her kind.

Eline bit her lips. She hasn't gone to the club in ages, she does want to leave the house a bit because she will only worry herself to death about Alphose and how he's faring.

Also, she has to look out for Ismena too. The woman is hurt enough for one day. "Okay, I will go with you."

Ismena had given her a smile of gratitude. "Thanks, my friend. Yayy! Let's go and have fun!" She'd hailed, wiping her cheeks dry again.

Now, Ismena picked up yet another dress, placed it in front of her body, and watched the slightly-blurry old mirror. "Shit. I can't seem to find something so clubby here, Eline."

Eline snorted, "Everything there is so clubby. This is not the non-changeling world, Ismena. We hardly go half-naked in order to attract our males, even in the club. Well, some of us do dress like that," she conceded, "but mostly, you will see gowns that covered the whole body. Just that instead of loose gowns, they wear very tight-fitting gowns, hugging the whole body and showing off your...uhm...feminine asserts."

"Those are the clothes I'm looking for. I can't seem to find anything relatively resembling that description here." She lamented, waving her hands around in frustration.

Eline worried her lips. She has clothes like that, but she's hesitant to show them to Ismena.

What if the Alpha King beheads her in rage because of this? She's already in trouble for agreeing to go to the club with her.

"Eline, pleeeease?"

The cougar female sighed in defeat, "Alright," she mumbled, "Follow me."

Ismena grinned at her retreating back, "You're a sweetheart."

"No, I'm not, but I'll humor you. Heaven knows that the Alpha King will have my head for this."

"No, he wouldn't. The man doesn't care one bit if I go naked on the road or have a hot session with ten men in the club." Ismena added firmly. A pang in her chest.

Eline scoffed, speechless.

Then, she shook her head. Ismena truly doesn't know about Alpha Changelings.

Yes, the Alpha King doesn't want to mate with her, but Eline refused to believe that he does not care about who touches her. She refused to believe that he does not care THAT much.

"Here it is," she announced, opening the wardrobe of the new bedroom she'd led Ismena to. She stepped aside to allow the human female to come forward.

"Woah." Ismena gasped, staring at all sorts of beautiful shiny dresses she would never have thought the 'proper' cougar female will ever have. "Wooooah...!" She swiveled her head and spared Eline a shocked glance.

The woman shrugged, "Well, I was once a rebellious teenager."

Ismena grinned, arching her brow. She began sorting through the clothes enthusiastically likes a child in the midst of Christmas presents.

The scent of the Alpha King clung too much to her skin, Eline wondered if the human female is really aware of how much she smells like her mate already?

No changeling will come near to her at the club. No one who values his life, that is.

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"Who knows, I might find another changeling male who I'm compatible with, who I can start fucking and it'll keep me alive. But even if I don't find another compatible mate, it doesn't matter. I'm still going to fuck around and fulfill my list while I wait for my death. I'm going to the club tonight."

Wolfariane realized his hands has balled into fists. Again.