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interest by pretending it was common curiosity.  Melody doubted Carly believed that but at least Carly had the decency not to say anything.
    Carly looked between the two of them, a knowing look on her face and started eating.  Carly started pointing out pack members to Melody and telling her their names and what they did.  Hans sniped sarcastic comments about them, making the two women laugh.
    Acksel came back carrying three beers.  He said hello to Carly and sat down.
    He raised an eyebrow in her direction.  “These two been behaving themselves in my absence?”
    Hans snorted and Melody huffed in mock annoyance.  
    Carly grinned.  “Of course.”
    “Probably because I didn’t have a drink in my hand... nothing to throw.”   Muttered Melody.
    “That’s what I figured.”  Laughed Acksel.
    The four of them sat for a while longer chatting amiably, or at least three of them did, Hans merely grunted responses.
    When the tables were being rearranged for dancing Acksel got up and started organising some of his Enforcers to help. 
    “Aren’t you going to help?”  Asked Melody pointedly.
    Hans’ lips curled up.  “N o, I don’t wanna encourage dancing.”
    Melody blinked at him.  “ Actually me either.”  Definitely not her sort of thing.
    A wolf called Bryce meandered over and asked Carly to dance.  She eagerly accepted.  “I’ll leave you two here to be spoil sports together.”
    Melody stuck out her tongue at the little wolf.
    Hans looked at her awkwardly.  “You don’t wanna dance do you?”
    “ Hell no .  Do you?” 
    He snorted in amusement.  “ Fuck no .”
    They sat together in silence for a while, the only sounds were Melody’s furious chewing.  Finally sated Melody pushed her plate away.
    Yawning she stretched out her arms over her head, unfolding her tired muscles.  Hans watched as her shirt lifted and showed off an expanse of her caramel stomach.
    Hans felt himself becoming aroused, his erection began swelling.  Using the palm of his hand he tried to push his manhood into a more comfortable position.
    Melody watched as Acksel finished twirling a young wolf called Felicity round the floor. He was pretty good.  They parted and Acksel came back over, eyes sparkling.
    “Hey Melody how ‘bout a dance?”
    Melody opened her mouth to speak but was stopped short by a glowering Hans.  “She doesn’t want to dance.”  He snapped at his brother. 
    Melody felt her hackles rise.  “I can answer for myself.”
    “You just said you didn’t want to dance a few minutes ago.”  He spoke slowly through gritted teeth, clutching his beer bottle tightly.
    Her voice was testy.  “Have you considered that maybe I just didn’t want to dance with you .”
    Hans felt his muscles ripple as his wolf howled to be released.  His wolf desperately wanted to dominate this woman, and was impatient with the lack of progress the man was making.  Hans held onto himself... barely . 
    He snarled at her.  “Sugar, I wasn’t asking you to dance, I would never ask a fucking witch to dance.”
    “Ugh, stupid dog !”  Melody hissed at him.
    Acksel rolled his eyes.  How many times were they going to do this?
    Hans stood up, towering over her.  Melody felt a little thrill of pleasure course through her.
    He was seething, he wanted to throw her down on the ground and rip her clothes off and...  His fangs and claws lengthened, eyes turning to amber.  His beast roared in his head.
    “I have to go.”  He muttered gruffly before practically running away.
    Melody and Acksel stared after him.  She was amazed at the sudden change in atmosphere between them.  One moment everything was fine, the next he could barely stand to look at her.  Moody asshole . 
    Not that she was much better... he really brought out the bitch in her.   Plus she kind of had to admit that although exasperating she kind of liked him when he was mad.  It sent tingles of excitement flowing through, settling at her womb.