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Craig punched open the door of Max Bar and the music and cheering hit them both in the face.

What the fuck?

“Bri!” Craig boomed and the redhead who was kneeling on a bar stool dancing turned her head and grinned.

“Hey baby.”

Mack saw the flicker ofoh shiton her face, but it wasn’t Brianna he was paying attention to. It was the petite brunette who was on top of the bar, dancing like a goddamn stripper.

Ella.

His female twirled around, slid on her feet and a male grabbed her, steadying her. Mack’s body immediately snapped into action mode, but before he could move, Craig’s arm shot out and stopped him.

“Think before you make a move, my man. Trust me on this.”

Grrhhh.

His wolf was activated.

Mack was certain there was no other vampire on earth who could hold him and his wolf back right now, except Craig Giordano.

“Brianna, get the fuck down here.” The commander growled.

“No can do baby. We have a bet on.”

“The fuck?” Craig muttered as Mack kept his eyes locked on Ella.

Craig’s arm dropped away and together they strode farther inside the bar. Eyes followed them—that is, except for all the females who rebelliously continued to wave their arms in the air, egging Ella on.

“They’re all in on this,” Craig muttered, like it was some kind of social movement.

A quick glance around and he saw Madison, Anna, Brooklyn, Cassy, Charlotte, Lucinda, Sofia, Piper (unsurprising!), and Amber all waving hundred-dollar bills.

The only females not here were the queen, Willow, and Sage.

The sensible ones.

Mack’s brows dipped—even he knew that was untrue about the princess.

There were a few of the warriors here also and he was furious they hadn’t let him know. When he saw Tristan smirking as Ella attempted to bend over sexily, and failed, he crossed his arms and counted to ten.

Killing the guy would be counterproductive to the war.

That was the only reason he was still breathing.

“Jesus, glad you guys turned up.” Oliver strode over.

“Is this yourfriend?” Darnell joined them.

Mack let out a growl and shook his head.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Oh right. You’re a newbie.” Oliver leaned his shoulder against the wall. “So, what happens when the girls get the scentof a potential mate is that they zone in, kidnap, and manipulate until you trip over your own dick and fall in love.”

“In a nutshell.” Darnell nodded repetitively.

“He’s not wrong.” Craig grunted.