Thirty Days With The Alpha

Chapter One

Cleopatra POV:

“Cleo hurry and get dressed, no more stalling you are going and that’s it!” I heard my best friend Jazz yell from the damn living room.

Fuck my life, I know her boyfriend, who is a shifter, by the way, is opening a club tonight with his brother, who happens to be the Alpha of the Pinot Moon Pack. I don’t even know their names; I never attempt to find out. I love my best friend, but she is a shifter chaser. She hops from shifter to shifter hoping she is their fated mate or chosen mate. Seriously, she has been with Werebears, Werefoxes, basically any species that is part human and turns into an animal she has been with. I think this guy she is dating now is a werewolf. And, of course, she is attracted to the most dangerous pack in America.

“Cleopatra Noir if we are late, I am going to kick your ass…. the car West sent is still waiting!”, she yells again. Well, I guess I know her boyfriend's name lol.

“This dress is too damn short what the hell Jazz, I look like I am selling p***y!” The dress is cute. It is a royal blue one-shoulder body con dress with a gold strip going down the back, I decided to wear my gold metallic pumps. I do my makeup not too much, just bronzer to enhance my chestnut skin tone. My hair is in a high bun with Chinese bangs.

I go downstairs and she is just standing looking at the phone. I huffed loudly and she turned, and her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Girl, you look good enough to eat”, she says.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear, especially if I am going to be in a club full of shifters”. I mentally rolled my eyes knowing I might get eaten tonight and not in a good way.

We left and got in the car; Jazz was texting the whole way there. I guess she was texting her man to tell him we were on our way.

Valenzano POV:

I love my brother, but as an Alpha, I wait for no one, especially a human woman. But since West is my brother/Beta and he is sure this human, Jazz is his mate. And if she is, then she will give birth to my nieces or nephews who will be future betas of the pack, so I must at least meet her and accept her into the pack when the time comes.

“Bro they are finally on their way”, West says, sounding super excited. Just then, a black car pulls up. As soon the door opens my heart stopped at the smell of honey and mango. I thought the smell was coming from the girl my brother was helping get out of the car, but it wasn’t. Thank Goddess it was the woman she was with because that would have been very awkward for us. The woman is beautiful, roughly 5’0 without the five-inch heels she have on, curvy and her chestnut skin is shimmering.

“Mate”, Vintage said in my head.

“What the f**k did you just say?!”, I asked Vintage who is my wolf.

“I said Mate stupid, that smell of honey and mango is her our mate”, he says sarcastically.

Fuck my life. I say to myself my mate is a human. Who would have thought a powerful Alpha like me who can trace his lineage all the way to the first Alpha made by the Moon Goddess, have a human for a mate? I mind as well hand the pack over to my brother and drank a shot of wolfsbane.

“Bro, this is my baby Jazz Cherrish and her friend Cleopatra Noir”, my dear brother introduces the two ladies.

“Nice to meet you Jazz”, I said as I shook her hand, trying not to stare at her friend. She pushes Cleopatra in front of her and when I notice the dress she is wearing, way too short for an Alpha mate to be wearing around other shifters. Especially an unmarked Luna.

“We will have to punish her for wearing that dress later”, Vintage said, and I mentally slapped myself on the head.

“Hello Cleopatra, nice to meet you”, I say as I grab her hand and kiss the back of it and sparks fly.

“Nice to meet you too and please call me Cleo”, she says, and I feel Vintage trying to push forward.

Cleo POV:

We finally made it to the club. I laughed to myself as I saw the red neon lights that read” Club Blood Moon”. Jazz pushed me in front of her and introduced me to her boyfriend, while his brother introduced himself. He seemed so conceited. I know most women drop their panties for shifters, well not me.

“I am Valenzano Pinot Alpha of the Pinot Moon Pack”, he said while looking me up and down.

I noticed that his eyes changed from hazel green to a golden color and back to hazel green. He is fine as hell. About 6’5 with olive skin. And I can tell by the way his clothes fit that he has solid muscle. I wonder how old he is because he got a salt and pepper thing going on with his hair.

We go inside the club to the VIP section. I must say the club looks excellent. There were black leather seats on the main floor and blood-red leather couches in the VIP area. The Waitress brings us three bottles of Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Brut Rose and some shots. I sit there watching the dance floor as I drink, but I can’t help feeling someone staring at me and I know who that someone is. I am so glad Jazz asked me to dance. I threw back three shots and got up. I never moved so fast in my life. We went to the dance floor to dance to Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe. I am swaying my hips, letting the music and the alcohol take over.

Valenzano POV:

I watch Cleo as she pours herself a glass of rose and takes a shot. I felt so tense, the smell and sight of her is driving me and Vintage crazy and it is taking everything in me to not mark and mate her right here right now. I watched as Jazz took her to the dance floor. As an Alpha, I must always have control of my emotions, but the thought of her on that dance floor dancing in that dress I was two seconds away from making her sit her ass down.

“What do you think about Jazz”, I heard my brother say, taking me out of my thoughts.

“She seems nice. I am sure she will be perfect for the pack,” I said, watching Cleo on the dance floor.

“I see you eyeing Cleo”, he says with a smirk on his face.

“I am supposed to, according to Vintage, she is my mate”, and the smile on his face tells me just how happy he is for me.

“Congrats bro, you have been wanting a mate and our pack have been needing a Luna for a while…so how are you going to approach the situation”. I am so mad he asked me that question.

“I only ask because Jazz told me she doesn’t date shifters at all”, he says, shaking his head.

It was then that I glanced at the dance floor and saw a f*****g werebear grinding on my mate. I didn’t hear anything else West was saying Vintage and I saw red. And before I knew it, I was moving to the dance floor.