THE DANCE

“A dance, you say? Like the song and dance, you gave me just so I agree to what you wanted? Is that what you mean?” the not-so-sober lawyer slurred in sarcasm.

“Please put the bottle away, Ma’Heron. I really do want you to be clearheaded when we do this mission.”

“Mission? I think I misunderstood. A mission usually requires the participants to know all pertinent details of the said arrangements before they accept. Or you haven’t watched the Mission Impossible movie franchise yet? Or perhaps that’s how your pack views missions?” slurred M as he now found himself inches away from the woman.

He towered over her and he realized that the top of her head reached only up to his smooth square jaw and without her heels, she would probably be only up to his shoulder. However, the height difference didn’t seem to matter to her as she looked up to him with an expression that made him feel that she was as tall as he…

Meanwhile, her voice’s tone made him feel smaller than her, and that infuriated him even more.

“Attorney Denar, I don’t understand this… What the hell are you doing?” she hissed in a concerned whisper as he plopped the already emptied wolf wine bottle - his third - on the nearest guest table, startling the few visitors sitting there.

“I’m following orders, since it seems that is all I am good for when it comes to you. A pawn that’s required to follow your instructions, right? Well then, let’s start with your request now…”

Ma’Heron’s wide muscular arms swiftly moved to grab hold of her soft right hand and slender waist, then expertly swayed in time to the slow tango that was now being played by the string quartet and pianist who were nestled in one corner of the large venue. He felt her squirm a bit as he pulled her to him, her sweet-smelling, curvy body pressing tight against his hard brawny torso. And that’s when he realized how much she can really affect him…

So soft… so smooth… so fragrant…

Which made him even angrier with himself… and with her!

“So, I guess you’re so used to people following your orders just because you’re the Alpha’s daughter, right Alexia? That is your name right, which is another thing you kept from me,” he gritted with his jaw tightly clamped together, as the infuriated comely Gamma moved his slightly belligerent mate towards the open space of the ballroom that was meant for dancing.

“I can hear the fury in your voice, Denar, and I don’t understand how you can be so angry at me for keeping my secret for later. You were going to learn on your own eventually when you do speak out for me.”

He steeled himself against the emotional electrical rush and physical tingling sensation that he felt as his left hand landed on the bare skin of her back, realizing too late that her dress had a backless design. Meanwhile, his other hand couldn’t help but feel out how soft her palm was and how her dainty fingers seemed to fit so well into his long shapely ones. And her scent…

“Well, that is my problem. I didn’t know that my mate and the bride-to-be were the same person, and I’m offended that you kept that from me. Not telling your lawyer any essential details about the case can usually cause an unsatisfactory outcome in one’s case!”

“And what would be telling you about my true identity benefit you or me? Would you have believed me if I had introduced myself as the Alpha’s daughter? You didn’t even believe me when I told you I’m a psychiatrist!”

“Well, you were the one who started to dance in a skimpy outfit in front of all those leering men at the bar! How on earth was I supposed to have a good impression of you when you do that?” he snarled as he executed a perfect back Corte with her supple body leaning into his, realizing too late - again - that their midsections and groin were now pressed tightly against each other.

Ma’Heron swallowed hard as his already pulsing manhood pressed painfully into his pants. Meanwhile, the woman, who was also expertly following his lead, could hardly hide the fury in her blue-violet eyes, especially since she felt his arousal through her dress.

“Keep your voice down! Nobody here knows about that place or what I do there. This is exactly why I asked you to meet me there! Because I’m assured that none of my father’s people or Abner’s pack would be there, so we could talk without fear of being seen! Now stop this! You’re acting like a reckless drunk instead of the very logical lawyer that you’re reputed to be!”

“You are too quick to judge me!”

“Says the man who saw only a stripper on stage when I finally showed my face to him, completely forgetting that I kicked his ass when we first met!”

“And you still talk to me as if I’m an underling,” the disquieted M snapped at her, as he expertly twirled her around.

“Just because I’m angry at what you’re doing doesn’t mean I’m belittling you! That’s all in your head! And you’re basing it on your impression of me instead of finally realizing that you shouldn’t be judging people based only on your preconceived ideas!” she snapped back in the middle of a perfect set of Boleo moves, showing him how good a dancer she was.

He pressed into her even more as he felt her long scarlet fingernails now painfully digging into his hand, “And you don’t do that yourself? Oh, I’M SORRY, I completely forgot. It’s a therapist’s job TO DO THAT, RIGHT?”

“Thank you for FINALLY giving credit to my career choice! I was thinking you would need ANOTHER SLAP to get you to realize how much of a PROUD AND NARROW-MINDED ASS you are! DO YOU WANT ONE NOW?!”

I would…

SHUT UP, LYON!

I think you should be saying that to yourself, Ma’Heron…

As usual, his wolf was right since M had been noticing nearby dancers already looking at them with either curiosity or concern. Some even had a mix of both. But he just can’t help himself anymore as the threat of being publicly humiliated with another slap bore through his now fragile ego and his wine-addled brain.

“THAT’S IT! I’ve had ENOUGH of you BOSSING ME AROUND! We are doing things MY WAY FROM HERE ON AFTER!” Ma’Heron bellowed as he dragged her with him while he hurriedly stomped towards the nearby elders’ table.

“WHAT? WAIT! STOP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” the livid doctor screamed while almost toppling into M since it was hard to keep up with him with her slinky dress and five-inch-high heels.

The six elders and the two Alphas’ discussion was cut short by the commotion and were now staring in disbelief at the sight of this tall, good-looking, and broad-shouldered god of a man bounding towards them with a dark and almost dangerous expression on his exquisite face, and with the equally beauteous bride-to-be in tow.

“What is the meaning of this Alexia? Who is this man?” smoothly asked Alpha Abner as he stood up to face the approaching lawyer who stopped a couple of feet in front of him.

M moved Alexia to his side and pulled himself up, as straight and proud as any half-drunk Gamma can muster…

“I am Atty. Ma’Heron Denar, Gamma of the Silvercrest Pack and I am CHALLENGING you, Alpha Abner, for this woman! She is MY MATE and you have NO RIGHT TO MARRY HER!”