Have No Shame

Prince Harad's POV

We cruise through the streets of Human Town.

As the day rolls on, the streets pulse with activity.

Along with humans, I can sense several werewolves from Crescent Moon as well as some from other packs. The latter are probably on their way to larger cities.

This city is well organized. Each avenue, boulevard, and street has been thoughtfully sectioned off to provide specialized services. We are now driving towards the neighborhood where a variety of traditional dishes from all around the world are offered.

We just can't decide from the vast array of flavors, there are delicious Italian dishes, soul-warming African stews, sophisticated French dishes and tasty Caribbean flavors. Moreover, there is a hoist of fast-food chains as well in this area. In any case, it smells amazingly good here, my mouth is already watering.

And then it catches my eye, it stands there all big and flashy. Stan's Fast Food and More.

I just cannot resist staring at the name displayed high above a magnificent building with large windows. The glass is tinted, however, I am certain that those dining can observe us outside. There is an advertisement showcasing images of roasted chicken and beef dishes paired with potato salad and coleslaw. My heart rate escalates for an unknown reason, I struggle to rip my eyes away from the entrance.

“This is it. I like all the meat,” I tell Walter with gusto, without taking my eyes off the eatery. The Chief Warrior parks the eye-catching Maserati in the last vacant parking spot. Curious heads turn to take in the car and riders, women flash mischievous grins, eager for any chance of meeting someone famous or notable enough that they can have their picture taken with them.

Well, I am absolutely positive that we will exceed their expectations. Lycans have amazing physics and humans, married or single, often drool when they see us. The eight-pack and our masculine features are a guaranteed winning combination that never fails to impress.

I step outside and put on my dark glasses.

Immediately, I hear a flurry of gasps and I smile. If only my mate could also react this way, in just a few hours' time, I would be one lucky man. I won't disappoint her, she is a wolf so we can go straight to the apartment that Alpha Dimitri has made available to me in his packhouse.

The mere thought of having full control over my mate's body, with her completely submitting herself to me for pleasure, ignites a primal longing in me. My member stirs as I envision having every inch of her flesh at my mercy, calling out to be ravished by my touch and passion.

Damn! Hopefully, she will show up soon, I am so ready for her.

The three of us entered the sleek, upscale restaurant.

Today we did not choose the terrace, instead, we opted for a secluded table in the corner with an overview of the entrance. I eagerly snatched up a menu as ravenous hunger gnawed at me, I just wanted lots of meat! My Lycan needed energy since we had already burned too much over the past few hours.

A long-legged, sexy waitress walks to our table, swaying her hips, she comes to a stop just inches away from me.

I frown, she's human and Xan doesn't like her. His deep-throated snarls echo in my mind, it becomes almost impossible to focus on the menu.

“What will it be for the gentlemen? Do you share or each one separately?” she asks sultrily with a suggestive undertone.

When I lifted my gaze upwards, I found my face almost between her breasts. Twisting to look at my brother, I saw him in a struggle with his wolf as his eyes changed from blue to dark.

“What's up, man?” I asked him. He shakes his head, disoriented.

'Xin. That remark from the waitress didn't sit well with him,' he tells me in the mind link. 'He scolds her for everything dirty and filthy. Now that he has seen his mate, he doesn't want another woman near us.'

Quickly, I ordered a bucket meal with every type of meat, both spicy and regular. My intention was for the woman standing near our table to leave. Xan had also begun rebelling against her presence.

The waitress, however, remained oblivious to our internal struggles as she continued to play her cards. She probably sees herself romping in bed with three Lycans tonight. After all, her clothes and attitude seemed more likely to belong to someone living that kind of lifestyle than earning an income by working here.

"And what do you plan to use for rinsing all the meat?" she asks seductively. "Should it be sweet or sour?”

Goddess! Does she really have no shame?

"A large bottle of freshly squeezed juice, please”, I sighed impatiently that she couldn't accept our rejection. Frustrated by her lack of understanding, I lifted my steely eyes towards hers menacingly. Shocked by what she reads in them, she finally makes haste to disappear. Even then, though, she still shook her flat ass at us, causing me to roll my eyes.

As I turned back to the table, my eyes landed on the cashier engrossed in conversation with a customer. A shot of jealousy spikes in me, Xan gets on his four abruptly. My instincts register that this woman's appearance matches that of my mate, her hair length and profile are identical. My gaze remains fixated upon her like an eagle hunting its prey until another person with white blonde locks comes up behind her, whispering something into her ear.

Snow-blonde and midnight-black! Slowly, I squint my eyes.

"Herod!" I exclaimed, hushed but excited. "Don't draw any attention, just direct your gaze towards the cash register and observe closely. Two women are standing there. They resemble our mates a lot."

My twin brother freezes, his pupils dilating with hope and longing.

“Are you sure it is them?” he inquires with restrained enthusiasm. “Please, Harad, let it be them!”

I can hear his pulse thundering in my head, a string between twins.

As if agreed, we take some sniffs in the air. No, it is not the same scent as my mate's but this one is still alluring. It makes me want to move closer to the source and stick my nose in her hair. However, this feeling isn't similar to what I felt yesterday when I saw my mate in Crescent Moon's grand ballroom.

“Yeah. The resemblance is striking, but no mate pull here, brother,” Herod ultimately sighs in disappointment. "And yet I find myself strangely drawn to them. I shouldn't feel this way. It is contradictory on every level, possessing such wonderful feelings for one while committed to the other feels inappropriate at best. Man, for sure, there is no room for flings in my life anymore!”

“Same here. But there is something that truly intrigues me about these two. Xan just stares at them adoringly but doesn't recognize any of them as my mate,” I reply, shocked.

“Maybe we should go closer,” Herod suggests. “If we stand in front of them, our wolves might be able to identify them better. They are very beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. Their assets are truly impressive, man!"

I shake my head in warning.

"Take a deep breath, Herod. Don't let your desires get the better of you. If our mates discover other she-wolves with us, we will have bigger problems to deal with.

Come on, let's check our order with them. We each take one”…