He wasexactlythe sort of alpha to avoid, the kind far larger and stronger than anyone needed to be. Despite his nice words, his voice was deep and rough.
“Hey!” called a man from the other group.
Come on, let’s play nice. Just abduct me and get this over with.
“We saw her first,” said the man who had hit on her earlier. “She’s ours.”
“Fuck off,” responded the large, scary alpha, who didn’t sound nearly so sweet when talking to them. “If she was yours, you’d be here.”
Group two shifted, as if not sure they wanted to go up against the others.
Alison couldn’t blame them. Group two seemed like the everyday punks who thought they were tough because they’d gotten used to scaring people who couldn’t fight back. Group one, though? They struck her as men who not only could defend themselves buthad no issue doing so—especially the one with the shaved head.
“But—” a man in group two said.
The man with the short dark hair and kind eyes gave the other group a chilling look. “You’re going to have to decide if she’s worth it, because it’s going to get very costly for you in a minute.”
The other man took a step backward, though he didn’t seem entirely cowed. “Yeah, well, don’t get comfortable here. I haven’t seen you before, and this area is already spoken for. This isn’t over.” With that, they backed off.
So, looks like group one is the winner.
Once the others had scurried off, and the winning group surrounded her, they seemed rushed.Probably want to get me out of here before the others come back with more.
She played her part perfectly, trying to look nervous, to back away until she pressed against the wall of the building and could go no farther. When she dashed forward, to break through them, the one who hadn’t spoken grabbed her and hauled her against his solid chest. He had brown hair, long enough to brush the collar of his shirt, pushed back. She flailed, making sure not to fight hard enough toactuallybreak his hold.
“We’re not going to hurt you.”
Liar.She’d seen enough to know exactly what happened to omegas who were sold, and they most definitely got hurt.
Except then the alpha kept speaking. “We’re FBI. Just relax.”
Shit.
Suddenly the way they’d moved, the way they’d watched the club, all made sense. They’d picked thespot that best overlooked the club, had seemed to know immediately where all the exits were.
Yeah, they were trained, and FBI made as much sense as anything else.
Being brought in by the FBI was about the last thing she needed.
Which meant this little interaction was officially over.
Kyle held the omega tightly and tried to ignore how good she smelled, and how perfectly her body pressed against him. Sure, with her being drunk, it wasn’t as if he’d actually act on it, but he was a man, after all.
Not just a man but an alpha.What alpha could be expected to entirely ignore a squirming omega?
He’d whispered to her the truth, hoping to calm her. She was panicking as if stressed—something that annoyed his alpha side—but oddly he scented no fear on her.
Then again, scent was a tricky thing. He’d learned it wasn’t always reliable.
When he said they were FBI, that fight drained out of her.
Good.
He loosened his grip, not wanting to frighten her any more.
She swung her head backward, nailing him in the nose with a sickening crunch. His eyes watered before the pain registered, and he let go of her immediately.
What the fuck?Finding out he was one of the good guys was supposed to calm her, not set her off.
