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accenting the tall length of his body. He looked rather sophisticated and proper with the way he sat gracefully in his chair. Even his black hair was neatly arranged , looking as if he spent hours before the mirror just to get it right. Thin, but shapely lips twitched upward, amused. It was if he sensed her scrutiny, only, his eyes were focused on his newspaper.
    Sitting forward, suddenly on edge, Hayden narrowed her eyes on him. Even from across the restaurant, she could recognize his scent of burning wood and blood. Unlike with all the humans she’d encountered before, her animalistic temper was oddly silent. From what she experienced before, the only time the creature inside of her was silent was when there was another werewolf in proximity. 
    Suddenly, glacier-blue eyes looked up and ensnared Hayden’s complete and utter attention. She could only stare, never seeing eyes like that before. They were so pale, almost white in color. Uncertain, she wondered if she should be feeling awe or fear.
    With unnatural grace, he stood up. His body moved with a predator’s natural poise and there was an abnormal amount of strength encompassing him. 
    “Hello, Hayden.” His aristocratic features morphed into a small, welcoming smile. On his left cheek, a silvery-scar was prominent. “I couldn’t help but to follow your scent here. They told me you smelled incredible, but I hadn’t realized you could smell so divine.”
    He was laying it on thick with the condescending and sickly-sweet compliments. Yet, Hayden was intrigued despite her better judgment. There was something that kept her stationary in her seat, the same type of enthrall that kept her motionless with Tracer. This man’s influence seemed to suffocate her, urging Hayden to show him obedience.
    But that should be impossible, shouldn’t it? Gregory explained only a Sire had this kind of power, and this man wasn’t her Sire.  
    “Who are you?” Hayden asked, pleased to find that her mouth was working properly.
    He offered a lopsided grin before sitting down next to her, invading her personal space. “Many people would address me as ‘My Alpha’, which I prefer, but others know me as Nicolas, the Alpha of the rogues.” He inclined his head in graceful greeting. 
    He took advantage of Hayden’s surprised silence. “Forgive my forwardness,” Nicolas continued smoothly, “but I’m sure you are familiar with Tracer, your Sire. He has piqued my interest in regards to your presence. Females are such a rarity, especially ones that have survived the initial change.”
    Hayden really didn’t know what she felt. There was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions to consider. Understandably, there was the sudden spike of fear, of sitting face-to-face with the Alpha of the rogue werewolves. Rationally, the sooner Hayden left the restaurant, the better.
    However, she was also captivated and perplexed. When she had pictured Nicolas, she had imagined he would resemble Tracer: dirty, greasy, and unruly. Yet, the rogue Alpha was formal and almost aristocratic. He acted like a gentleman , but Hayden wasn’t blind enough to overlook the danger and the cruelty lurking beneath those eyes.
    She also wondered if all the Alphas carried such an influencing aura. It took all of her courage to look at him in the eye, but the effort made her knees weak. It was a good thing she was sitting, or she would have made a further idiot out of herself.
    “Tracer might have mentioned something like that,” Hayden found herself responding, strangely firm and resilient. “Personally, I don’t see it as anything to be proud of, especially if it attracts unwanted attention.” Here, she looked at him pointedly.
    He smiled. His eyes then ran the length of Hayden’s neck, yet he made no physical move to get closer or attack. “You are still young and naïve not to fully understand your importance. While rare, there are females available, but your scent is… wild , untamable.” Nicolas