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Duncan sighed and adjusted his list, crossing off names left and right. He rubbed his hand over his short, brown buzz cut in frustration.
"You know what?" Duncan said.
“Yeah?”
"Roman is still offering to let you get the first pick at the drawing for the omega outings tomorrow. He claims it will make him more popular with the other packs. It's his hometown, after all."
"Our. Future. Is. Not. A. Fucking. Clown. Show." I growled out, punctuating each word with a solid, bone-shattering hit to the bag. Somehow, it was still hanging on.
Damn. Really good quality.
"He's sweetened the deal."
I straighten up, interested now. I grabbed my water flask and chugged.
"Oh yeah?" I said, wiping my mouth, "How so?"
"He's offered the profit from the first two months of his new lumber business."
"Damn. Either he really wants this, or the fucker has money to spare." I mused.
Duncan chuckled, "It's no loss to us either way."
"No loss indeed."
I geared up, and with a final, powerful roundhouse kick, I knocked out the punching bag with a deafening bang, splitting it and strewing its contents out onto the floor. Duncan raised a thick, bushy eyebrow at the mess but wisely didn't say a word. He returned to flipping through the many stacks of pages around him.
Truthfully, it was an advantage to choose the omega you wanted. Usually, it was by the luck of the draw. You and your pack get matched. You go on a date and see if the omega goes into heat with you. If she does, she is yours to keep and mate with.
If she doesn't, you have to return her… fully intact without knotting her.
Still, I didn't want to seem like I was doing the fucker a favor. Roman and his pack just rubbed me the wrong way.
But what if that redheaded omega shows up in all her perfect glory…
Fuck, I needed to work out more. Clearly, my head was still not straight. Lucien, the third alpha of my pack, strode into the room briskly, his icy, pale eyes glinting in what I assume was irritation. With Lucien, it was hard to tell exactly what he was feeling, being that he was such a cold, emotionless son of a bitch.
His looks reflected his countenance, platinum blond hair, and freakishly near-white eyes. An ice cube in the form of an alpha.
An ice cube with a jagged scar running down the left side of his face.
"Kayden, we have a problem." He said, shrugging off his black jacket, revealing an impeccably ironed black shirt.
"What is it?" I said, grunting as I started on the weight machine, lifting at the max setting.
"It's Killian," Lucien replied solemnly.
"Yeah? What about him?" I snapped. "Spit it out unless you want to put on your pajamas and have a fucking sleepover about it."
Duncan let out a snicker behind me. I suppressed my own smirk.
I enjoyed baiting him for a reaction. And he enjoyed not giving me one. At least, I think he did. The bastard had no emotions. Lucien continued on with a poker face, as if I hadn't said anything at all.
"It appears he slept with three beta females who were all mated, and now their mates are calling for retribution. He claims he didn't know they were mated, and he's sitting in jail now."
I chuckled at that. Killian, the fourth and final alpha of my pack, had balls. I'd give him that.
"Help him out of that mess. The Were Gathering is starting soon, and we're not gonna miss it because he couldn't keep it in his pants."
