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Every hit I land makes my chest swell a little more with pride, but I won’t be completely happy until these idiots learn their lesson: don’t fuck with this alpha, and especially don’t fuck with his omega.
JESSA
Damon dives into the fight still wearing his apron, tangling with Sean and looking more intimidating than I’ve ever seen him. His friendly, lighthearted demeanor is shattered, replaced by a deathly stare and a hardened jaw. Next is Trent, who rushes Caleb out of nowhere and tackles him to the floor.
I’m shocked to see these betas running headfirst into an alpha fight, but it just proves how much they respect Alessandro. Even if he could take the pack on alone, they’re not going to let him fight without backup.
Bodies are moving so quickly I can hardly keep up with all the punches, but it looks like the Sorenson pack is losing the little steam they had to begin with. That is, until a sickening crack echoes through the restaurant, and Damon staggers back with a broken nose, blood rushing down his face.
The sight of crimson has me feeling queasy, but I swallow down the bile burning up my throat.
I wish there was something I could do to help, and I’m almost tempted to grab a beer bottle to crack it over one of their heads, but fear has me frozen in place. I also have a sneaking suspicion that I would be far less successful than people who do the same thing in movies.
How can I run into a tussle of six brawling men and hope to come out unscathed?
Alessando’s growl shakes me to my bones and I gasp as he grabs Derrick by the front of his shirt and throws him against the wall, fist pounding into his face while Derrick is hardly able to fight back.
My skin scorches hotter as I watch, and I’m sweating, beads of perspiration dripping down my forehead. The adrenaline must have made the heat blocker wear off earlier than it should have, and my heat is creeping up with a vengeance.
I know I can’t fight it, but I silently pray to any gods listening that I hold out until after the melee ends.
I can’t go into full heat in a crowded room. Especially not when there are four alphas all fighting to claim me.
Seconds later, the kitchen staff shows up and Ronaldo dives into the fight swinging. For a beta, he’s brutal, and he rocks Caleb’s jaw so hard he falls back onto his ass. He tries to get up, but Ronaldo dives on top of him, a string of Spanish curse words flying out of his mouth.
My eyes dart back to Alessandro and Derrick in time to see Derrick slump to the ground, dazed and barely conscious.
Alessandro moves to Sean, who’s squared up with one of the kitchen assistants, and grabs him by the front of the shirt, dragging him to the front door. With his pack mates indisposed, Sean isn’t nearly as big of a threat.
One of the cooks holds open the front door while Alessandro throws Sean out of the restaurant onto the sidewalk.
“Stay the fuck away from here,” Alessandro roars, glaring daggers through Sean as he clamors to his feet. Everyone in the entire restaurant can feel the power in those words, and I note a slight bit of relief in my chest when Sean turns and limps away from the doorway.
Next, Alessandro stalks over to Caleb, who’s giving Ronaldo a run for his money on the ground, and he wrenches his way between the two. Hauling Caleb to his feet, Alessandro rears back and swings, cold clocking Caleb in the jaw so hard he faints.
Caleb collapses to the floor with a thud, and Alessandro’s eyes shift to Derrick. He’s staggering, trying to get back on his feet.
“Take your friend and get the fuck out of my restaurant,” Alessandro growls. “If I ever see any of you again, you won’t leave with all your limbs intact. Now, go.”
The command is so powerful, Derrick stumbles over himself as he hurries to grab Caleb’s unconscious body and drag it toward the front door. If my heart wasn’t pumping so hard and my heat wasn’t encroaching so quickly, I might laugh at the scene.
Relief, shock, and fear are wrestling to overpower me, and I don’t know which one to succumb to first. There are whoops and cheers from random diners, several more ushering my old pack out the door, and the staff starts moving to clean up the mess in the dining room.
Everyone seems to be moving except me because I’m still frozen in place, watching Alessandro. Once he’s sure everyone that took part in the brawl is all right, his eyes swing over to find mine and I catch my breath.
His gaze is tender but serious as he looks me over, and as he heads in my direction, my heart stutters.
What am I going to say? How long will I have to grovel? Is he ever going to be able to forgive me for any of this?
I haven’t even formed a complete thought when he stops in front of me, staring down with concern in his gaze.
“Jessa,” he says tenderly, and my chest constricts. I know it has to hurt for him to find out everything this way, but this wasn’t what I planned. He has to be so angry, and on top of that, he just got in a fucking fist fight because of me. He probably hates me. “Are you okay?”
I choke on a laugh. “I’m fine. Areyouokay?”
He looks down at the knuckles on his right hand, which are already severely bruised, and flexes his fingers. They aren’t broken, but I bet they hurt like hell. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Alessandro, I’m so sorry,” I blurt, already preparing to ramble through the crazy thoughts clouding my mind. “I—”
