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“Hmm. Guess I'll just have to drink then.

Michel tried to look harmless, which wasn't easy for a strong pack alpha. What would you say to a woman who smelled so divine you wanted to attack her?

Gently, he guided his afternoon snack and soon-to-be companion to a table on a dais beyond the dance floor. Currently empty, the table was reserved for him and his packmates.

He pulled out a chair for Diana to sit in, before settling himself to Diana's left.

"Sweetheart, what does the tattoo mean?"

Caramel eyes blinked rapidly.

"My beloved Andrew died three years ago, I was with him for two…" was the smothered tearful reply.

Unable to help himself, Michel stroked a hand over the young woman's arm. She was so sweet that the alpha wanted to devour her as best he could. But the thought of scaring Diana off kept her wolf on the lookout. Claiming a mate was tricky business.

— Did you really come here to discover a new love? Michel's voice didn't hold an accusing question. He wanted Diana to trust hi