“Causing you problems. This kind of thing happens to mea lot…”
“It shouldn’t.” Her voice is quiet, dangerous, and I can still hear it clearly despite the blaring music.
A thickset man in a black shirt approaches from behind Morgan. He looks like a bouncer.
She’s an inch taller. Equally muscular.
“I heard you’re causing trouble?” the bouncer says, crossing his arms.
“Only for people who sexually assault my employees.”
“Morgan, it’s really not—”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, she’s sobbing in the manager’s office.”
“She deserves to be bleeding out on the front stoop. So, you’re welcome. I de-escalated.”
The bouncer scans Morgan carefully.
I clock the slight point of his ears, and a deep pine scent hits my nose. He’s an alpha too.
Finally, he sighs. “You know what this looks like…”
“Some girl on girl action,” Morgan says, venom in her voice as she flashes a fang-tipped grin. “I’m sure it made half your patrons hard.”
“Fine. Don’t let it happen again.”
“Tell that toher.”
He turns to leave, then pauses. “Bold move, bringing your omega here.”
She bristles, letting out a low growl. “He’s notmyomega—he’sanomega, and he deserves to enjoy the nightunmolested.”
They lock eyes. Each sizes up the other, considering not only physical strength but also social leverage. They seem to have history. Finally, the bouncer nods. “I had the bar cut that woman off. She’ll leave soon. You enjoy your evening.” And he’s gone.
“Thank you,” I say, trying not to die of embarrassment as I finish my water.
Morgan lightly touches my shoulder and turns me to face her. She scans me, head to toe, and her normally sharp features have softened.
“You sure you’re alright?”
“Thanks to you.”
I feel like she’s going to end the night now, that I’ll be forgiven but still cut off.
Instead, she says, “Good. Now, let’s get back out there.” She orders two more shots from the bartender, and links our arms. We throw back our shots with arms entwined.
I would’ve had to fight my way back onto the dance floor, but Morgan’s presence clears a path and we cut easily into the center.
The DJ mixes into one of my favorite songs, and my mood picks back up.
I turn to Morgan, and she’s bouncing along, a little stiff. It’s the first thing the alpha hasn’t been instantly amazing at, and it’s kind of cute.
I consider goading her into dancing, but the song hits the drop, and I’m too busy scream-singing the chorus back at the DJ.
Normally, an incident like that would have thrown me off for the whole night. Hell, probably for the whole week.
