He couldn't
change the fact he was a weretiger, even if he wanted to,
any more than he could help pining for the handsome
werewolf.
Anthony looked unimpressed by Dare's heartache.
"As much as I love him, Steven's an idiot. In the past three
months none of those pieces of ass he's picked up have
touched a fraction of his heart. He's only determined to
have a wolf mate because his adopted parents are human
and he wants to belong to a pack."
Dare blinked back tears, dipping his head so the
empathetic alpha mate wouldn't notice. "I can't give him a
pack, weretigers only meet to mate."
"Shit, Dare. I can give him a pack if he wants a
pack. What he needs is a soul mate and it's my job, or so
Silver keeps telling me, to watch out for the packs' best
interests. Well the pack's best interest is for its fabulous
bartender to be happy."
Small bolts of lightning flashed in the beautiful
blond's eyes; a sign of a storm of the worst sort, an
Anthony storm. Shit. It took a lot to upset the sweet-natured
alpha mate but he was an unstoppable force when he was
crossed. Dare looked nervously at the wall of bottles. He
hoped he wouldn't have to explain to Silver what happened
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to them. Anthony's anger had been known to shatter glass.
Before he could say anything else, Anthony slid off
the bar stool and marched across the busy dance floor.
Using some strange, mystical ability he walked directly to
Steven while everyone moved out of his way in a smooth,
natural style as if they were never even there. Dare shook
his head. Although he'd seen the phenomenon many times,
the process still amazed him.
Dare watched the smaller man approach his friend.
He briefly got a glimpse of Anthony pulling something out
of his pocket, but by then it was too late.
* * * *
Fury followed Anthony's every step. How could
Steven not see what was right in front of him? Every
weekend he came to the club and picked up a different
wolf. Every Monday he mourned to Anthony about how
that wolf wasn't 'the one', and yet here was this sweet-
tempered man with sable hair and stunning green eyes
Steven completely ignored. Well no more, he was done
with this.
"Steven," Anthony shouted over the crowd.
The familiar dark-haired head turned towards him,
away from the were-twink he was talking to. What Steven
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thought he'd have in common with a skinny submissive
growing something on his chin that should've been allowed
to die gracefully, Anthony didn't know. The kid was at least
ten years too young and thirty IQ points too stupid.
"What?"
"I've got something for you."
Steven looked at Anthony's empty hands, searching
for his present. "What?"
Anthony slipped the envelope out of his pocket.
With deft fingers, he popped open the flap and dumped the
contents into his hand.
"This." Taking a deep breath, Anthony blew the
entire handful of green powder onto Steven's blue silk top
and brown leather pants.
"Shit." Steven tried to brush the stuff off but it
clung like mad to the silk, just as Anthony planned when he
recommended the shirt earlier. "What the fuck did you do?"
He glared at Anthony, his blue eyes bristling with ire.
"Enjoy your night." Giving his friend a wide grin,
Anthony turned on one booted heel and sauntered off,
letting the crowds swallow him up.
* * * *
Steven watched his best friend ditch him after
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ruining his outfit.
What the hell?
Members of the Moon pack might be fooled into
considering his best friend sweet, but Steven knew the
ruthless manipulator that lived behind that innocent smile.
If Anthony thought something was good for you, it was
best to either sit back and take it like a man or run like hell.
And usually running didn't work for long.
"Shit, man. What does the alpha mate have against
you?" The twink looked at him with suspicious eyes, as if
Steven was marked for death and he didn't want to