Chapter Two
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“cora made an extra pan of chicken casserole and apple crisp just for you..She also said that there’s a gallon of French vanilla ice cream waiting for you in freezer and she promises that she will have it all ready for you by the time that you get home tonight.”
He gave her a slight nod. That in Nick language meant that you’d made him very happy.
It had taken her years to learn how to tell her cousin’s gestures. He gave her another slight nod, this one in the direction of the club.
She threw him a wink and proceeded to step around the cranky b***h, who was still trying to argue her way inside with another large bouncer, who'd come out probably because he’d smelled the casserole and knew that Nick would be taking his break now.
Lyra grabbed Margeret’s arm and led her into the club, knowing that Nick was right behind them. As soon as they reached the inside of the club, she looked back over her shoulder at Nick in time to catch the slight nod that meant thank you as well as the signal to come get him if anyone bothered her.
“Wow, this place is really amazing!” Marg gasped as they made their way to a small table near the dance floor.
Lyra had to agree that this was the best shifter club in Boston. It had the best décor, best music, best DJs, best drinks..overall it had the best of the best.
Then again, she could easily think of a hundred things to make it better and she would do those things once she finally had a club of her own.
But for right now this was the perfect place to let her hair down after a grueling day at work.
The only downside of course was the owner, Kael Vale.
He was an annoying little toad whom she would gladly b***h slap only she couldn’t allow herself that pleasure, because the bastard was still unmated.
She didn’t make physical contact with any male shifter outside of her family unless he was mated. That was a major rule for her and many other shifters who weren’t ready to get tied down with a mate just yet.
In her opinion there was something seriously wrong when a simple handshake could ruin your life. Shifters didn’t get to choose their mates.
Their reproductive compatibility made that choice for them. There was absolutely nothing worse than getting stuck with someone you absolutely hated, because your hormones just happened to be the perfect combination needed for reproducing.
Hence, she hadn’t b***h slapped Kael yet, but oh, the day that he found his mate she was going to b***h slap him for a few minutes, hours, or whatever.
She smiled at the idea of kael getting stuck with a woman who refused to accept him.
Granted, it wasn’t a fate that she would normally wish on any male…other than him, of course.
Once a male found his mate he couldn’t have s*x with anyone but her.
Not that he would suddenly become desperately in love with his intended mate or anything. He wouldn’t.
Yeah, he would become a bit possessive over her, but being mated didn’t mean that you’d suddenly found the love of your life.
Shifters could only reproduce with their mates, which was the reason why the choice was forced upon them. It meant that they were perfectly compatible to have a child who was strong enough to survive childhood so that one day they could make the transition into their immortality.
Nothing more.
Unfortunately for the males, it also meant that their equipment would never respond to another woman, except for his mate's.
He could live for a thousand years with unbelievable s****l frustration simply because the mate that fate had given him didn’t want him.
The females of course had no such problems. They could still have s*x with others and even enjoy it.
It was the one reason why a lot of unmated males either went for a mated female or settled for a human, because no shifter in his right mind would willingly subject himself to that kind of life.
Personally, lyra only dated human males. At eighty-three years old, she felt that she was still too young to deal with a mate.
“Who’s that hunk?” Marg asked as she pointed toward the middle of the dance floor.
Lyra placed her hand over Marg's and gently pushed her hand down before anyone could catch the gesture since it made shifters a little nervous when humans pointed at them.
It probably had something to do with centuries of being hunted down and massacred.
Go figure.
She followed Marg's gaze to a tall man with short jet-black hair mused in that way that usually took men two hours and several hundred dollars to achieve.
He had killer blue eyes, a handsome face with an expression that let everyone know that he knew exactly how hot he was and didn’t give a flying f**k about it.
He had a nice build covered in designer clothes and he also had three women, human women, grinding all over him.
“Well? Who is he?” she asked again as she frantically touched up her makeup.
Why did men like him have this effect on normally intelligent woman? Lyra had to wonder with a snort of disgust.
Sighing heavily, she gestured lazily towards the man in question, “The ass” she announced in a bored tone.
As though she’d screamed her favorite nickname for the asshole over the PA system instead of just mumbling it, Kael’s head snapped up in their direction.
His cold gaze locked on her before his “I don’t give a flying dime,” expression shifted into something that could only be described as pure rage.
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