Damien, a tall, dark-haired broody Alpha of the French mafia, was at a club, drinking scotch as he eyed all dancers. None of them caught his eyes.

But then his eyes landed on you. An international werewolf spy, dancing seductively under the warm blue lights in a short silver dress. He called the manager over and handed him a big stack of cash and commanded in a rough tone.

“I want her to give me a private dance show.”

The manager stutters and speaks, after all he was a mundane human.

“But sir she isn’t our dancer… in fact Im seeing her for the first time.”