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He’s handsome in a boy next door, all American kind of way. Perfectly styled blond hair, blue eyes, dimples in his tanned cheeks when he smiles down at me with full lips. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he growls down at me, before dipping his head to run his nose along my neck, scenting me.
The move makes me stiffen. It’s far too fucking intimate. I didn’t mind when Swift did it, or Luca, because they’re my scent matches. Even if I didn’t know it at the time, something inside me recognized them as mine, but now? No. No. I don’t want this alpha scenting me. Especially since he can see the fucking mating bite on my neck. Even if he couldn’t see it before—it’s dark and my hair is down—he should be able to see it now.
Who even does that?
My hands go to his wrists, intending to push him off of me, and make an excuse to escape, but as soon as I move, the guy is yanked away from me, and tossed into the mass of dancers, knocking some of them down. I stare at him wide eyed for a moment, before turning to the fuming alpha standing next to me.
He’s glaring at me with so much anger I take a step back, away from him, a skitter of fear running down my spine. Quick as a whip, he strikes, snagging my wrist in an unbreakable grip so I can’t escape. Maddox growls and gives me a little shake when I use my other hand to pry his fingers from me. It won’t work, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.
Big men wearing black shirts that say ‘Security’ on the back push through the crowd, just as the All American alpha clambers back to his feet, blue eyes narrowed in anger. One of the security guards slips between us and the other alpha. “What’s up boss?”
Boss? Boss?
I stop trying to get the angry alpha to release me, and tip my head back to groan at the ceiling. Of course, the Falcone pack owns The Market. Swift gave me a free VIP pass. I met Luca and Ethan here.
I should have put that together.
Maddox jerks his chin at the butterscotch alpha. “Get this guy out of here and blacklist him.” My mouth falls open in surprise and the dude lets out a sound of protest, followed by a growl.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he shouts. “I was just fucking dancing with her.”
My prime alpha’s lips curl back into a snarl and I have to say the omega in me fucking loves this. Loves the possessive way he’s gripping my wrist, loves that he’s upset that another man was touching me.
“It’s Market policy that claimed omegas will not be groped by asshole alphas while on the premises,” one of the security guards says.
“Or any omega, for that matter,” says the other. “Unless they’re interested. Makes it a safe place for them to enjoy themselves.”
The alpha’s eyes narrow. “How do you know she’s not my omega?”
I look up at Maddox and wait for him to say he knows because I’m his, that I’m bonded into his pack, but he doesn’t. He just arches a brow and asks, “Is she?”
Devastated. So fucking devastated.
My chin dips down and I blink quickly to keep the tears at bay, but my throat is tight and I think I’m going to fail and burst into sobs right here in the middle of a fucking dance club.
The alpha’s eyes flick to me and then slowly he shakes his head before his full mouth pulls back into a snarl. “Though she deserves better than whoever put that bite on her. What kind of alpha leaves their omega alone in a fucking club like this?”
Next to me Maddox stiffens even more, his fingers tighten to the point of pain, before he forces himself to relax. “Get him out of here.”
The security guards don’t wait, ushering him toward the front door despite his protests, and Maddox spins on his heel and drags me in the opposite direction, toward the back of the club. He drags me down a hallway, to an emergency exit, though no alarm sounds when he shoves open the door and pulls me into the alley.
“Lily,” he says, his voice a hell of a lot softer than it ever has been when he talks to me and it’s enough for me to lift my chin and my tears to dry up. The coat check girl is standing just on the other side of the alley, my jacket in her hands.
Her smile is tight as she hands over the coat to Maddox, and I don’t miss that her fingers stroke over his before she releases the leather to him. “Dox.” The way she says his name like a caress tells me they’ve had sex. And not just once, but multiple times.
More devastation. I’m fucking drowning in it, even as Maddox releases my wrist to tug the jacket on my limp arms and over my shoulder. His touch is careful. Gentle.
His fingers pinch my chin, tilt my face up, dark eyes meet mine, and whatever he sees on my face has his lips thinning further. “Badly done, omega.” His censure makes my stomach drop and my lower lip tremble.
He bends low and scoops me over his shoulder, not being the least bit gentle about it, the hard bone there digging into my stomach.
“Put me down,” I wheeze when my lungs have enough air in them to speak. My fists pound against his back and I kick my feet to dislodge myself from his hold, but he only tightens his grip farther, until I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises along my thighs.
Lily chuckles, but it sounds jealous as hell. Aren’t I the one that should be jealous? She’s fucking my alpha after all, and it’s pretty fucking clear that Maddox doesn’t want me.
“Make sure everyone knows she’s not allowed in here unless someone from my pack is with her,” he growls at her.
I hear more than see her move closer, close enough that I can feel her heat on my legs. Placing my hands on his lower back, I press up to see she has her hand on his fucking chest, touching him like she has a fucking right to. I can’t stop the growl that erupts from me at the sight. It’s softer and nowhere near as intimidating as Maddox’s. It cuts off when he swats my ass hard. Hard enough that tears prick in my eyes.
