The Beta and His Human Mate.

Prologue + C1 Seducing with Talent

PROLOGUE

Alan yelled, his voice shuddering through his mate's heart, "You are mine and nobody else."

"I am not yours! Are you insane?" Eleanor questioned while inspecting him. She was puzzled by the man's bizarre behavior in front of her.

"I am aware that you enjoy dancing, but I make a distinction between the dance you teach and the one I just witnessed you perform." Oh, so this was the reason for the yelling.

She nearly chuckled as she told him, "This little dance is nothing," but she bit her lip when she saw a severe scowl on his face.

"How many dicks do you think didn't get hard from that little dance you did?" He was staring at her with glares that seemed to want to peer into her soul. He wasn't joking; he could smell every hot male in the room, desiring to have her.

"It is all in your head!" She equally shouted, her voice loud as she continued, "I won't stop dancing just because it makes you jealous."

"Oh, you'd do that. And I'm not Jealous either!" Even though he shouted those words, the jealousy that was seething inside of him beckoned him to dispute his words.

"I'm still not over the ruse you pulled on me when you misled me to think you purchased Hermosa. Trust me, if you try anything stupid, that's where I'll draw the line between us." Both of their chests tightened at the mere prospect of being apart.

"Huh! Do you believe getting rid of me is so simple? It would require one of us to pass away because the connection between you and me is too strong- stronger than you think."

"Then quit being a jerk, please!" Her comments caused him to painfully clamp his fingers into his palms.

"You should also stop your sensual dances, I say! We would stop this argument if you agreed your dances seduce men." Eleanor's face became hot with rage at that. The fact that Alan's jealousy grew every day was beyond her comprehension and she knew that this fight would not end anytime soon.

Every time Alan watched her dancing, he felt the possessive trait that every werewolf experienced for his mate.

What kind of dance would she be doing if he wasn't present, too?

Even without dancing attractively, she was enough to draw attention by simply standing there still.

He should now begin remodeling all prisons and dungeons to his comfort because he was certain that he would kill someone one of these days.

CHAPTER ONE

As if ascending all the stairs wasn't enough, Eleanor had to meet the boss with Lolly, who always saw her as a competition.

She would not have left the dressing room so early if she had known their boss had also summoned her to his office.

Eleanor paused behind the door, considering whether to wait for her boss downstairs or inside his office, as the music from the club faded from her ears.

The young dancer nodded her head to the beat as the instrumentals became louder. Her heart was pounding to the beat of the music.

At work, Lolly made her life a living hell. When she saw Eleanor in a black weave, she decided to do the same.

Should Eleanor go blond, her hair would turn blond the next day. When Eleanor braided her hair, Lolly had to walk in with braids sweeping the floor the next day.

And then there was the problem of how she wanted to dress to look like her.
Eleanor peered into the room one last time before closing the door behind her.

After all, she wasn't afraid of Lolly. They were both flawless dancers, each with their signature moves. Eleanor, on the other hand, had a long history of dancing. As a result, she danced as if it were her final time.