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Pawz, one of the newest additions to the country’s club scene was buzzing. The club, which was hard to get into, could hold up to five hundred people but still managed to feel intimate. It boasted of a restaurant, a cafe, and three dance floors which had enough space where everyone could dance away all their troubles. Pawz had a stellar reputation for top-notch local and international DJs who dished out scintillating sounds. Packed full with people, amazing music, and pure fun, Pawz was not only the hottest party spot every night of the week, but it was also the perfect environment for a dose of dancing way into the night.
In the club’s sophisticated wonderland of VIP space, about eleven sexy hunks and a foxy lady whose outfit was hands-down the hottest and slinkiest in the club sat drinking and enjoying the good music that the DJ was dishing out. If they noticed the lustful glances being thrown their way by both females and males, they gave no indication. It was obvious that they were used to getting such attention all the time.
They stopped their chatter when images of animal paws began to flash on the walls of the club, accompanied by the DJ’s screams of the name of the club. When the crowd began to chant the name Pawz to a funky up-tempo hip hop instrumental beat that the DJ had begun to play, the occupants in the VIP section got to their feet and screamed along excitedly.
“I see you people are enjoying DJ Wala.” Stan, the owner of Pawz chuckled as he joined the group.
“He’s the best.” Agyemang grinned as he took his seat. “I suggest you bring him to Quain Islands, guys. That would be wicked.”
“So it’s settled then?” Stan looked from one face to another, the excitement on his face clear for everyone to see. “Are we really going to Quain?”
“Hell yeah.” Jake T laughed as they all took their seats. “It’s going to be epic. You the man, Lip.” He gave Philip a thumbs-up.
“It’s not as if I was given a choice.” Philip snorted as he grabbed his glass.
“Well, this is what happens when you take out the juiciest part of a ceremony.” Jake T threw a smirk in Jeremy’s direction, earning himself a finger from the alpha of alphas. “I mean how can we even call it a mating ceremony without the mating itself?” He drawled. “For that, we deserve a magical blast.” He grinned, slapping his raised palm against Agyemang’s. “Fuck, I can’t wait.” He grabbed a bottle of Hennessey and brought it to his lips.
“We’re making history, guys.” Paige gushed.
“It’s Stanwood, baby.” Stan raised his glass. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”
“Yes!” Everyone, except a smirking Jake T, Agyemang, and three other alphas who weren’t part of Stanwood Pack, clicked their glasses and bottles with loud cheers.
The upcoming mating ceremony of the Alpha of Stanwood Pack was the talk of the Were Kingdom. Every alpha planned on being present. Usually, an alpha invited just the alphas he was good friends with to his mating ceremony. But due to obvious reasons, all the alphas got to know during their conference that Philip was going to have his ceremony. After Jeremy had finally succeeded in convincing his fellow alphas that it would be prudent to scrap the exhibitionism from their ceremonies, he’d had to inform them that Philip’s upcoming mating ceremony was going to be the very first of its kind.
“It will be decent, exciting, loving, and totally beautiful…minus pornhub.” Jeremy had said. “We don’t need indecency to make the ceremony memorable or passionate.” He’d added. “Let’s hear you, Jonas,” Jeremy said to one alpha who had his hand up.
“So I was thinking…” Jonas began with mock innocence. “Since this is going to be the first of its kind and all, how about inviting all of us to witness it? See for ourselves how exciting it can actually be in the absence of the…main attraction.”
The excited roars and cheers that met the alpha’s suggestion were deafening. For about five minutes, the large conference room was in an uproar. The alphas were at their animalistic best. When Jeremy finally got them to settle down, he turned amused eyes on a groaning Philip.
“Since the alpha in question is right here,” Jeremy boomed, “I’ll allow him to respond to that. Lip?”
“Fuck my life,” Philip muttered to himself as he got to his feet and made his way to the stage where Jeremy and the executives sat. He looked at the expectant faces of his fellow alphas, turned to look at Jeremy, looked back at the alphas, and then cleared his throat. “You’re all invited.”
The alpha of alphas hadn’t even bothered trying to bring the meeting back under control after that announcement. He was buzzing just like the other Alphas. Agyemang, Jake T, and three other alphas had immediately nominated themselves to be part of whatever planning committee Philip was going to work with. And the group of thirteen had outdone themselves. The celebration was going to run for days. It was definitely going to be a mating ceremony to remember.
“You sure Troy will be okay with the arrangement though?” Agyemang asked.
“Sure.” Philip nodded.
“To Philip and Troy.” Jake T toasted.
“To Philip and Troy.” The others responded with a happy cheer.
The group continued to have fun deep into the night. They were having too much fun they didn’t want to leave. Stan stayed back with Pete, George, Jake T, and three others to continue dancing as the rest left for their respective homes. Jeremy rode with Philip.
“This is just too much, Jer,” Philip muttered as he drove.
“I’m with Stan on this, Lip.” Jeremy chuckled. “We’re going to show them what we call fun.”
“Y’all just showoffs.” Philip scoffed.
“Well, I just want my brother to have the time of his life.” Jeremy breathed. “He’s never really had a party, werewolf style. Hell, he’s never had a party.” He growled.
“Hey, calm down,” Philip muttered. “He was at A. G.’s mating ceremony…”
“Dude, you whisked him away for a fuck before the real party began.” Jeremy snorted. “We haven’t yet celebrated getting him back. Making this a celebration is in order.”
All alphas and friends of Philip’s and Troy’s…both human and supernatural were to converge on Quain Islands three days to the day of the ceremony for what the planning committee had dubbed, the ‘Bachelor Soiree’. It was basically going to be a bachelor’s night that was going to run for three days, straight. And the fact that it was going to take place on Quain Islands of all places gave the entire party some class and swag.
The Quain Islands had not only been named the most unique Island for years, but it had also earned itself the nickname, Fully Loaded, for being the only Island that had everything…both natural and unnatural. It was hands down the most alluring Island. Over the years, it had been a getaway for not only celebrities but also for wealthy and prominent people all over the world. The Island was currently owned by Jeremy but was originally owned by Sylvester and Gloria Stanton, his parents. Most of the alphas had never been to the Island. They were definitely going to hit the roof when the news reached them.