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“Connor Bilkes. Lone alpha. He was raised adjacent to the younger Werth pack. There was some speculation over whether or not they would ask him to pack up.”
Luca’s brows lower even further. “She put herself in front of a lone alpha? One that could be bordering on feral?”
My gaze cuts to him sharply. I know alphas have a fair amount of instincts involved in a lot of what they experience, but I’m not sure I’ve seen him this protective over someone who isn’t pack. Hell, he doesn’t get this worked up over his brother… but then I guess they don’t really talk anymore.
Yet here’s this little slip of a thing making all his protective, possessive instincts climb to the surface. He’s never reacted to a woman like that in all the years I’ve known him.
But then, I haven’t either.
Something about her draws and keeps my attention. I want to go over to her right now and bury my face in her neck, get a whiff of her scent and see if it makes my cock hard, like I suspect it will. I want to lay her out on a bed with her light brown hair spread out around her and see what kind of noises she makes while I eat her out. Fuck. I want to devour this girl. And I haven’t even said a word to her.
Is this what love at first sight is like? This all-consuming, all-encompassing need to get close to her, to know everything about her, to use all five of my sense to figure her out and worship her?
“It’s possible she didn’t know that.” I slide my hand onto his thigh and squeezing gently to remind him to remain calm. Or calm-ish. “She’s fine. She would have been fine even if he tried anything, because we were right here, Luca. We wouldn’t have let anything happen to her.”
He relaxes in increments, his anger fading until it’s nothing. Finally he nods. “You’re right. We would have stepped in before he could have hurt her. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s idiotic for her to put herself between them like that. She’s so small.”
She is so small, but her friend is smaller and obviously an omega. I think it’s admirable that her first instinct is to protect her friend. I can’t tell if our red lipped temptress is an omega or a beta, only that she’s definitely not an alpha, despite her bold attitude. If I had to guess, I would say she’s a beta, one that doesn’t let anyone push her around.
Omegas are usually more submissive than she seems to be.
Either way, I want her. I know Luca does too.
The girls down the rest of their drinks and hop off the stools, our woman guiding her friend to the stairs that lead to the dancefloor, her hips already swaying to the beat. It takes everything in me to stay where I am.
We have a job to do tonight, and we’re supposed to be right here to do it.
Thank god our table overlooks the dancefloor so we can keep an eye on her, otherwise I’m pretty sure Luca would have gone full alpha and stalked down there, slung her over his shoulder and dragged her to one of the private rooms at the back of the club.
Not that I mind that idea. We just… have to take care of a little business first.
Chapter 3: In which I shake my groove thang
I’m in line when I spot Vee coming toward me, hazel eyes scanning the crowds of clubbers, the girls in their barely there dresses and the guys with their shirts unbuttoned too low. I watch as she hesitates, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and then she twists like she’s going to flee. “Vee!” I yell at her. “Sylvie Grace, don’t you dare!”
She pauses and finds me in the line, a reluctant smile curling over her lips as she walks toward me, hips swaying. Anyone who looks at her has to know she’s an omega. She’s got that cute little omega frame, with all the generous curves. Even after years of being sick, it shines through. She looks as beautiful as ever, even dressed down in faux leather leggings and a cropped band tee. She looks better too. Healthier. I know she doesn’t want to admit it, and she probably never will, but being here near the pack that claimed and then rejected her is helping.
“You look gorgeous, babe!” I pull her into my side, locking her against me so she can’t run away, even though I know she wants to. The faintest whiff of sugared nectarines hits my nose, more of her scent than I’ve ever encountered before. “Don’t look at me like that, Vee! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to come out with me.”
She gnaws on her lower lip again and shakes her head. “I thought maybe just this once we’d go somewhere, you know, quiet. So we could talk.”
I ignore her pointed comment and tip my head until it rests on her shoulder. She’s not too much shorter than me, but I have to slouch the littlest bit to reach her. A faint whiff of cherries hits my nose, making my nostrils flare, and I look around, trying to see where the scent came from, but it’s stupid because we’re surrounded by people. Anyone of them could smell like cherry pie.
The line in front of us moves and I tug Sylvie forward, with an arm around her waist coming to a stop in front of the huge alpha door man. He runs a critical eye over both of us, lingering over Sylvie in a way that has me wanting to shove him back and snarl at him that she has a pack already. My best friend won’t appreciate that, and she’s already shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, so I beam my best beta smile up at him.
“Hey, there.” I reach into the gap between my boobs and pull out the invitation I got earlier. Excitement zips down my spine as I hand it over. I’ve never been invited to a club before, not like this.
“You know you could have come right up to the front with this, right? You didn’t need to wait in line.”
I beam up at him even wider. “I know.” Lies. “But I was waiting for my friend.” I squeeze Sylvie closer to my side. “That will get us both in, right?”
He nods. “Sure, will. You could invite the entire line if you wanted with this card.” That takes me by surprise. He pulls two wrist bands out of his pocket and attaches them. They aren’t the normal papery ones. No, these seem to be very thin metal wristbands. I’m honestly not sure how we’re going to get them off, since I have to cut the paper ones every time. “These will get you into the VIP area, up the stairs at the back, and they’ll grant you access to the private rooms if you need them. All your drinks are on the house tonight, ladies. Enjoy yourselves.”
“Oh, fancy.” I tilt my wrist this way and that as the bouncer unhooks the velvet rope and steps to the side to let us through.
“Sade.” I can just barely hear Sylvie over the thrum of the music, but I pretend like I can’t.
“Where do you want to go first? The VIP area? Or should we just get right to dancing? Is it weird I want to check out the private rooms?” I can only imagine what goes on in there, and I want to see if my filthy mind is right.
