Jake
Tonight, I was on the hunt.
The sour tang of alcohol and delicateclinkof glasses filled the air. With the lights dimmed, it was hard enough to see the person in front of you, nevermind someone sitting across the bar at the counter.
But I liked it better that way. Better not to get too attached to a face I would never see again after tonight.
When the man turned to watch the flat screen TV hung above the bar, I saw a glimpse of his face.
There.
He was handsome enough. Cropped hair, hint of a beard scruff, absolutely oozing alpha energy. He was the kind of alpha I would avoid on the street, if I could help it, but I had different plans for him.
The waiter entered my peripheral vision. I began to lift a finger to summon him to begin stage one of my plan when something else happened.
“Is this seat taken?”
My eyes snapped to the intruder - a man standing politely behind the empty chair at my table, waiting for my response. It didn’t take me long to realize he was an alpha, too - with those broad shoulders, biceps barely hidden underneath his tight button-up shirt, scruffy hair and face, strong jawline… he couldn’t be anything else.
I glanced back to the bar. My original prey was still there, slumped forward, swirling around a newly-ordered drink in his hand. I narrowed my eyes, annoyed. The plan was to order him a drink, have the waiter tell him it was from the mysterious omega at the back of the bar. All that was shot to shit, thanks to this new guy.
I glared at him, already forgetting his question. “What?”
The alpha blinked. He looked kind of tired, like he was too exhausted to notice I was being rude to him.
“I asked if I could sit here,” he repeated.
My eyes scanned him once over. There was no threat radiating from him, and the table was big enough to accomodate us both without it being awkward.
I frowned but said, “Sure.”
As the new man sat down and took his coat off, I focused on my original prey - the alpha at the counter. He was already done with his drink and calling the bartender for another. Even in the dim light, his bright red cheeks and ears were visible. He was already drunk.
I scowled. Tipsy alphas were good. They were easy to manipulate, good at taking suggestions and thinking it was their idea all along while still being sober enough to understand what they were doing. Most of all, they were fun.Butdrunkalphas were a no-go. Besides consent issues, drunk alphas could be outright mean. They didn’t realize just how big and strong they were, like bulls in a china shop. Plus it was harder to get them to wear condoms.
Definitely not the kind of man I wanted in bed with me.
“Not drinking?”
The new alpha was talking to me. I entertained the thought of fully ignoring him and hoping he would get the hint I wasn’t interested, but he’d been just polite enough earlier that I would have felt guilty for doing so.
My first thought was that he wanted to fuck me. He was an alpha at a bar, I was an omega, he’d chosen to sit withmeand not the other way around. Inhibitions were as low as the lights in a bar during late evening. I understood the drill.
As admittedly handsome as this guy was, he wasn’t my target prey. Except I’d lost my initial one. Currently, the target alpha at the bar was fully slumped on the counter and crying, red-faced.
No thanks. Mission aborted.
I waved a hand towards the alpha at my table and replied, “Not really.”
The alpha nodded. “Not a big drinker?”
“I don’t like getting wasted, blackout drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He shrugged. “Hey, no judgement. Just wondering if you wanted something while I’m ordering, is all.”
I watched him with a mix of caution and curiosity. He wasn’t staring at me the way interested alphas usually did. He sat half-turned so his body was loose and comfortable in the seat, not pointed in my direction. All of his body language suggested that he wasn’t interested.
And for some reason, that pissed me off even more than the fact that he ruined my hunt.
