The Fated Mates (A Werewolf Paranormal Romance Series).

Chapter 1.

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THE CLUB WAS dark and the music terrible. Just like any New York club on Friday night, Jules Chase thought.

Blood Moon wasn't the type of place where she hung out regularly.

It was, after all, one of Manhattan's hottest nightclubs, and she normally wouldn‟t be
able to afford such a place or even get in. Of course, a flash of T&A helped usher her
through the door.

Her eyes grew wide at the price of a single drink.

Well, I'm not paying , she thought as she brushed her long dark hair off her shoulders.

She smoothed down the fabric of her very short pink dress and looked at the other
girls around her, all similarly dressed in their flashy and even shorter attire.

Gotta blend in, after all . But she wasn‟t here to snag a guy. Well, technically, she
was.

Male, in his early forties, five feet, ten inches in height, thinning hair, with a slight
paunch.

Not her type exactly, but he was similar to many of the guys she had to tail as a
private investigator. It was a suspicious wife who had hired her, of course.

She came to her office the day before yesterday, afraid her husband was cheating on her.

Wife's instincts were probably correct.
Chances are, when someone suspects their spouse of cheating, they almost always are.

Despite being only twenty-two years old, Jules had been in the business for almost
four years and she could attest to this truth.

Ah, there he is , she thought, as she took a
sip of her beer.

She watched as her target - a Mr. Greg Truman - approached a young, svelte woman about half his age.

Jules's bright green eyes tracked his every movement, watching as he slid a drink over to her, smiled, and leaned in close to say something.

That wasn't a crime, or proof of cheating, but definitely a sign.

She would just have to wait until Mr. Truman sealed the deal and then try to follow them.

He seemed like a classy guy, and quite well-off, so he'd probably spring for a hotel room instead of getting a back alley blow job.

This business was making her too cynical. After twenty minutes of watching Greg
Truman flirt with the younger woman, she was getting antsy. Also, her drink was
getting warm and she needed something to cool her off.

"A glass of ice water, please," she asked the bartender.

He turned around and flashed her a smile. Cute, she thought. Well, everyone who
worked in this club was insanely hot, from the beefy bouncer out front to the skimpily dressed waitresses.

She was only human, of course, and she noticed these things.

Many of New York‟s top clubs employed only the best-looking people. The bartender handed her a glass of cold water.