It all feels weird. I don’t know how to handle this. Is this even something that’s any of my business?
Yes. He's my alpha and I want to know what's wrong.
Deciding to text the group chat, I pull out my phone as I walk towards my office.
I’m just bringing up the chat when I hear Jamie’s voice.
“Aww. Tater Tot is pissy because he’s not getting any loving from his omega.” Jamie taunts before I hear him grunt. “Fuck, that hurt,” he rasps out.
“Next time it’s going to be your fucking balls if you don’t shut up. Better yet, I’ll put a fucking cock cage on you.”
“Wow. Now, now. No need to go that far. I’ll be a good boy,” Jamie grumbles.
“Enough.” Alaric’s authoritative voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“It’s fucking bullshit.” Tatum growls. “Why do you two get to know what it feels like to be with our fucking omega and I don’t?”
“Maybe he just likes us better.” Jamie chuckles. “Maybe if you pulled the cock out of your ass, you would be more approachable. Or, you know what, maybe you need more cock in your ass. That would probably help with the little bitch boy attitude.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Tatum snarls and I hear someone making a choking sound.
“Harder, Daddy.” Jamie gasps out laughing.
“Let him go.” Alaric growls. “If you want to take your frustrations out on someone, I’ll put you down tonight for a fight.”
A fight? What the hell does he mean by that?
“Good. Because I really fucking need one to get out all this pent up energy,” Tatum mutters. “Before I kill someone. Or one of you.”
“Be careful," Alaric warns. “Don’t get too dinged up.”
“No promises.” Tatum chuckles. “I’m feeling a little bloodlust coming my way.”
The sound of footsteps retreating has me stepping around the corner to see them heading towards the exit.
Tatum is going to fight? Fight who?
I don’t like the idea of Tatum putting himself at risk. Is he a part of some underground fight club?
Fuck. I bet he is. I wouldn’t put it past them.
As they step outside, I do something I know I shouldn’t and walk right past my office and out the same door my alphas just left.
When they get to their house, I drive by, not wanting them to know I’ve followed them.
Okay, so they all went home. Maybe Tatum changed his mind.
Doing a loop around, I head back the way I came. But instead of going home, I park my car off to the side.
Maybe I should go over. I’ve never been to their place. Would they want me there?
I mean, I’m already here. Why not?
As I’m debating with myself on what to do, I see a car in my rearview mirror. Fuck. It’s theirs.
My heart races as I wait for the car to pass, seeing if he noticed me. When he doesn’t slow down or stop and turns right, I wait a few moments before I pull off into the street and follow.
First, he goes to his father’s place, then a warehouse I have no idea what it’s used for, then to a fast food place.
