That was fine to throw in his face. He did reject the female after all. In fact, it became the thing he was known for. Many took on Zane’s challenge, trying to please him, but all would fail. They just weren’t what he was looking for. None of them were, and it ticked Zane off, apparently.  “How does that matter?” Derek forced out as the music’s pulse began to build up again.  Zane threw up his hand signaling for two drinks to be served and he was fixed with them immediately. The amber liquid shown in the soft golden hue of the bar soon drowned in the dark as if it were never there and the faintest glint off of the ice promised it was safe to think that he was in trouble. No one, not even Zane’s mother, got a drink so easily.  

Aislyn’s words sang to them all about how they were her individual saviors, keeping their focus up at the ceiling until the light stopped racing up to her platform. The cloth that was there, quickly released into a ring of fire, disorienting them further.  Still, Derek kept his eyes on Aislyn. He knew her style was less about theatrics and more about how she felt. All he needed to see was the lift of her palm to know for sure.  Just as she did, Derek lost his breath.  She used to do that and claim she was feeling for him. His aura was something she could reach for regardless of being a human, and she wanted him around. Granted, he never showed her his human form, Derek reminded himself and fear set in. She wouldn’t know him if he approached her. It

Claiming she was his partner made more sense than to claim what she really was to someone Aislyn worked with. Derek remembered the shorter woman that brushed him off earlier. It wouldn’t have worked.  He couldn’t help how he felt like he was beginning to come apart at the seams the longer the man waited to respond. A small receiver in his ear chirped, and the man, shrouded in darkness, nodded towards the back wall, lined with private rooms.  They weren’t listening. For all he knew they were setting him up for betrayal. Zane’s message would surely not go unheard for long. Aside from that, there was no scent here for him to follow. Regardless of how Aislyn was practically hovering all over him. All he needed was one touch from her… only one to be able to find her now it was impossible through th

Honestly, he thought he would be standing in her DJ booth, looking at a bunch of buttons. Instead, she grinned, captured his wrist in her tiny hand that barely circled it, and pulled him back out the door. There the beat thrummed loudly in his head. It was a shock to his senses since being in that clearly sound proofed room. What also shocked him was how Zane’s eyes connected with his own. It was as if Zane knew what room they were in. He wondered for a fleeting second if he gave Aislyn an Alpha command through the door to respond to him, but through the door? Could she scent that? “C’mon Derek,” Aislyn urged him to continue following. When he finally moved his heavy feet, Derek blinked back his concern. He made his decision…again. While he knew this wouldn’t go over well, he knew this was a once

He’s been here before, Derek knows. He was the one to help her into her own apartment after pulling strings and getting someone to higher her. It wasn’t easy switching during the day or while she was around, but changing her predicament became his number one objective. Her job was simple and kept her away from doing chores that included taking the garbage out. She took orders by phone and dealt with customers for a bakery. It gave her the option to purchase food and feel like she could be more despite growing up as she had. Food wouldn’t be a problem. Work wouldn’t be either. Not with how tenacious she was when he first met her and all.  Their first steps out of the threshold of the stairwell and onto her floor said something far different. Sure, she was here, with him, drawing him into her life without even truly knowing who stood beside her and there was a lot t