Worst Nightmare

Kane POV:

This is officially a nightmare.

First, my mate is furious with me over something I don't even understand. Then she storms off to a club, dressed in a way that only I should ever get to see. The cab drops her off, and she disappears into the throng of people before I can even catch up.

By the time I reach the entrance, the bouncer nods and bows his head, calling me Alpha. I don't even acknowledge him; my eyes are too busy scanning the chaos inside, searching for her. I stood in the middle of the chaotic dance floor, my eyes scanning the throng of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, my heart racing with a mixture of panic and fury.

The stench of alcohol, sweat, and heavy perfume is overwhelming, making it impossible to pick up her scent. I push my way through the crowd but quickly realize I won't find her like this. Spotting a staircase, I climb to the first floor to get a better vantage point.