“Wow,” Mirabelle breathes out.
Rage lets out a satisfied purr that honestly sounds closer to a growl than a normal alpha purr.
“My turn, Sweetheart,” Griffin calls out.
She reaches up and brushes some of Rage’s dark and messy shoulder length hair away from his face before turning to walk over to Griffin. Her steps are still more deer-like than siren-like in thoseheels.
Rowan better stay by her the entire night to help her walk. I’m sure she’s going to be in pain soon, if she isn’t already.
Fucking hell, look at me, one kiss and I’m worried about whether a girl’s feet hurt or not.
“Hi,” she breathes out as she steps up in front of Griffin.
Griffin doesn’t even bother responding before he’s reaching through the bars of his cage and tugging her against it with a hold on her waist. At the angle I’m at, I can see her tits framed by the bars, accentuating their fullness.
Griffin’s lips descend on hers. Hungry and barely controlled.
She seems to have picked up on the rhythm of kissing pretty quickly, because she finds it far quicker than she did with me, nipping at Griffin’s lips hungrily in return.
His hand drifts down from her waist to her ass and squeezes over the robe. The bottom curve of her ass peeks out at the room.
Their kiss is hot as hell.
Maybe this sharing an omega thing won’t be that bad after all.
When they finally break apart, Rowan clears his throat.
“Okay guys, it’s time to get you prepped for your fight,” he mumbles, not able to meet any of our gazes.
His cheeks are pink. I don’t know whether it’s from jealousy or from how fucking sexy our little omega is without even trying.
Probably both.
CHAPTER 28
Mirabelle
There’s only one way to describe the energy in the room: vicious.
There are drunk men yelling and screaming, jostling each other about while trying to get a better look at the fighting cage. The bloodlust in the air is a living, breathing thing and it feels like it wants to eat me alive.
There are three layers to this place, the bottom layer made of an octagonal concrete area full of bloody sand.
The next is the main floor, where most of the people betting and watching are. People press up against the chain link fence between them and the fighting area to try and get a better look at the violence.
Then there’s the top balcony layer, which is where Rowan has brought me. From my vantage point, I can see out through the entire room.
And I hate everything about what I’m seeing.
There are two alphas fighting right now and despite the roar of the crowd, I swear I can hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
One of the alphas breaks the other’s noseand blood sprays everywhere. I jerk my gaze away, but there’s really no where to look safe from violence or bloodlust except my feet.
I hover next to Rowan dutifully, the chain connected to my collar hanging lose between my breasts as he holds the leash by his side. He’s been preoccupied by conversation ever since we’ve gotten here.
I guess the people who walk around this floor are important. They seem to be the ones who train or own the other alpha fighters.
Jett and Norman are standing around the other side of the balcony, seemingly discussing other forms of business with some important looking men in suits. I’ve never seen Jett’s expression contorted into something so amicable before.
