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pained him, but he had no choice. He knew what he needed to do.
    With a quick wave of his hand he took his seat and stared out toward the crowded dance floor. “Not interested, thanks. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”
    Fuck. It felt like someone had placed a ten-ton boulder on his chest and then asked him to breathe. He ached.
    He was an ass. He knew it. The girl needed reassurance, a comforting hand, and he’d offered neither. Maintaining a healthy distance from the beautiful waif seemed the smartest course of action. If she was, indeed, his fated female, he was doing her a favor by distancing himself. Better for him to turn her down, for her to think him an ass than to allow her entrance into the dark, mythical mess that was his life.
    Ty sensed her shock, along with the sour pang of rejection that rolled off her small frame. A mixture of sorrow and relief tore through his chest as she quietly made for the bar. His beast howled from deep within, begging him to go after the female, to claim her, to mate her.
    No! I will not damn her. I will not allow the darkness within me to taint her.
    Battling a bevy of unwanted emotions, he allowed himself one final look when he was certain she was well out of range and was unable to fight back his appreciative smile. Gentle, sweet, and completely out of place in the den of sin that was the nightclub, Danika was a ray of light in a dark, corrupt world.
    He prayed to the Gods for her safety.

Chapter 5
    What the hell just happened? Shame and regret burned beneath Danika’s skin as she went about taking orders from the rest of her section. Flustered by the fact she’d offered herself to a complete stranger, a customer who’d not only refused to give her his name, but turned her down as well, she ended up spilling two beers and almost took one poor customer’s head off when he asked for a Slow Comfortable Screw. Men!
    Good grief! Why was she so upset? It wasn’t like she hadn’t been warned about the man’s nature. Kathi had openly referred to the handsome customer as a “smug bastard.” Danika had meant to steer clear of him, should have steered clear of him. But the small amount of determination she’d mustered had flown out the window the second she’d caught her first glimpse of him.
    Devastatingly handsome, the muscular Adonis reminded her of the warriors she loved to read about in her favorite romance novels—fierce, impressive, dominating—Alpha. His blond locks were shaggy in front, short in back, and looked as though he was constantly tearing his hands through them. It was sexy, like bed hair, and Danika wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it.
    Tanned, sun-kissed skin complimented a set of striking, sky blue eyes rimmed with soft white circles, like a cat. Simply put, the man looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model. She could totally picture him half naked and plastered to a gigantic billboard somewhere in New York. And his body! Good, Lord! The man was massive, dwarfing the tables and chairs around him.
    With his hard set jaw and predatory eyes, Danika half expected him to crush the table and mount a killing spree at any moment. There was something raw, almost animalistic about him that sent a chill down her spine and bells ringing in her ears. This guy, whoever he was, was dangerous and not to be messed with.
    Despite all the warning signs, she felt an overwhelming magnetic pull toward the stranger. She was drawn to him on a base, physical level. A dull, aching need radiated between her thighs, vivid images of the handsome stranger devouring her flesh with his mouth shooting rapid fire through her brain. The call of this man’s body to hers was simply magical, and unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It was as if he’d been placed on the earth specifically for her. The entire thing made no sense and made her more than a little uneasy.
    Danika chewed at her bottom lip and shook her head, disgusted with herself and her