Nyx's POV
The club was a dark haze. Filled with smoke and booze. Everytime the lights flashed you got a glimpse of the pulsing bodies, the way they moved to the music was hypnotic. Mostly just her though. Her every movement was sensual, the way she flowed so gracefully, gliding across the dance floor made her cat like. Sexy, sexual, breathtaking, gorgeous, she was all in one and it was all she was made of. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. You lost track of the world. She kept looking at me, looking at her. Sometimes peeking past me. Finally I turned around and noticed the men standing behind me. I quickly growled out a warning for them to back off. They were going to pay for that later by scaring there future luna. They could tell I was barely controlling my wolf as I watched an omega from my pack come up behind her, following her rhythm. I quickly walked over to them and yanked his hands off of her hips dragging him away. How dare he even think he can touch her. I heard a whimper from behind me and turned to see her gone, my mate was gone. And then I woke up.
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Hypnotist
WerewolfNyx is the alpha of his pack. He is heir to the throne, he is the prince of all princes. He is dying to meet his mate. But when he does find her he gets distracted and she goes missing. Will he find her before his brother claims her? Or will he find...
