The music changes to a faster song, and I grin as we switch up the way we’re dancing, singing along to the song as I sway my hips. Axel’s hands are all over me, and he is for sure getting lucky tonight.
Well, he gets lucky most nights. But tonight he can have me all to himself if he wants. It’s stupid when I think of it. Out of everyone in my pack, if someone was going to decide to up and hoard me from the others, it would be Axel.
The music fades out, and Tate holds up his drink, the rest of the club following suit.
“To the Dead Palms, and the start of a true brotherhood,” he says, raising his glass higher.
There are cheers throughout the room as everyone drinks, and I grin over at my Alpha. He smirks, but sits back down in his seat.
The music doesn’t start back up right away, and shouting draws everyone’s attention to the faceoff happening between Mickey and Shelby.
Mickey is comically larger than Shelby, and I’ve missed most of the conversation, but I grimace when he points his finger in her face and sneers out his next words.
“Maybe he’d still be fuckin’ alive if he didn’t go back for your slutty ass,” Mickey shouts at her. My jaw drops, but it’s not from his words.
It’s the way that Shelby pulls back her good arm and punches him right in the fucking face. I swear I can hear the crunch of his nose or her hand—I’m not sure which—but the sound makes me wince along with some of the other guys in the club.
Mickey grabs his face as blood gushes from his nose, and Shelby grimaces as she shakes out her hand.
“Oh, fuckin’ hell. Really, love. Didn’t I just patch up your other fuckin’ arm? Let’s go,” Doc urges, dragging Shelby away.
“What about my face?” Mickey complains as they walk away.
Shelby holds up her hand with a cast and gives him the finger.
“Go fuck yourself, Mickey. Next time, it will be your small, pathetic dick I punch!”
Mickey goes to follow her, but Tate grabs him by the arm and ushers him to another room in the clubhouse.
“I hope she’s okay,” I say to Axel.
“She’s a fighter. She’ll figure her shit out,” he promises.
The music starts to play again, and it’s like the altercation never happened as everyone resumes their dancing and enjoyment of the night.
I consume two more pink drinks, feeling so light and airy as I sway to the music. Axel looks down at me like I’m his everything, and maybe I am.
“You’re ours forever, darlin’,” he says with a smile.
I grin, biting my lip, and nod, feeling completely loved and cherished at this moment.
“Let’s get out of here, it’s too loud,” Axel suggests.
He takes my hand in his, and we walk outside. The table Tate rage-chopped has significantly held the reserves for wood any time we wanted to have a fire pit, just like the current blaze holding up in the middle of the square.
It’s just us, and I sit on his lap when we sit down. The night is dark and the stars are bright as I look up. I feel at peace, and part of me feels like Leon is smiling down on us right now.
Yet, having my Alphas here would be the thing that made this night absolutely perfect.
As if I summoned him through the bond, Cash comes strolling out to the fire with Winnie on her leash.
“There you are,” I greet them with a grin.
He leans forward and kisses my cheek with the scar, and the sweet attention makes me feel loved; I feel seen.
“How was the party?” Cash asks, scooting his chair closer to us. Winnie sits in between his legs, paying us no attention.
“Fun, minus the part where Mickey and Shelby got in a screaming match, and she punched him in the nose,” I tell him, reaching out and holding his hand in my lap.
