Chapter 9. Refusal

The party is lit. 

I dance in my mate's arms all night long, we grind, touch and kiss on the huge dancefloor. Sometimes we are interrupted by new guests who still want to congratulate me, but we stay close to each other. In our relationship there is no room for third parties, we have enough on each other and remain true to our golden rule that the opposite sex does not come too close. At one moment we are near Alpha Ahri, the old fox swings with a young werewolf, like he's in the old eighties.

 “Ahem, Alpha, are you having a good time?” I can't help teasing the man. Behind me, I hear a muffled laugh from Zane. Alpha Ahri looks up and when he notices me watching him, he turns beet red with embarrassment. Guilt is written all over his face. 

“Yes, yes”, he stammers while making frantic efforts to keep the voluptuous woman away from his body. “Congrats Alpha, this party is amazing. Thank you for taking such good care of my pack member,” he turns to Zane, avoid