Mymeanalpha.
But I rushed back to sit across from Tyler, who didn’t chastise me for stealing his cheese and giving it to my alpha. He even pushed the platter toward me so I could have more.
This time I happily took it, pouting at Karma.
If he could deny me relief from the arousal he’d built up, I could most certainly deny him any more cheese.
VANDLE
Well, this isn’t going to work.
Our plan to steal from the Redgraves tonight had officially been shot to shit. The poor schmuck on corpse cleanup would be working until well after the doors had locked for the night.
What with the dead body torn to pieces in the hallway that led to the contraband room.
‘Course it was our allies, too, that started this mess—and of course it was the Wakefields.
Sterling clearly hadn’t been doing his part to stay stable, because one second he’s talking shit with some guy in the square and the next? Gone on a total rampage. This wasn’t even the only body. Just the worst one.
And the one that landed right in our way.
Phantom was wrestling Sterling back to the Wakefield pack’s cell with the help of two of their packmates. They’d toss him in their rut vault until he cooled down.
Sin stood beside me, scrubbing his hand down his face as he looked out over the carnage.
Lots of blood, lots of guts.
It was all in shades of grey to me, but I imagined it would be more gruesome if I could see the blood as smears of red instead of just a darker grey than the walls and floor.
It was a good thing Crescent was with Karma and the Archiva pack. They were insulated from the chaos this brawl started. Once the scent of blood was in the air, the alphas who rode that edge between feral and sane tended to tip over, and I still heard the sounds of fighting from back in the square.
“I wonder who’s going to clean up these bodies.” Sin scowled after Sterling. “They definitely won’t get it all sorted before the doors lock.”
“Isn’t there like… a crew? For the bodies?” Phantom mentioned it once, right after I’d claimed Crescent.
Sin pointed at the lump of human flesh that only vaguely resembled a body. “He’s corpse cleanup.”
I squinted down at the man’s face, covered in dark blood, his head only still attached to his body by the grace of his spine. His throat had been ripped clean out.
“Don’t recognize him.”
“Robert Ferguson. There’s a couple other guys, but he was the main one right now. A punishment, obviously, handed down by the Archiva pack. He’d been doing it awhile. Now they’ll need to find someone new to punish.”
Well, as long as it wasn’t us. We were going to get the fuck out of this place.
Unless… being the one on cleanup dutywouldmean that we could still rob the Redgraves tonight.
I glanced at Robert’s body—one of several—and wrinkled my nose when my next inhale brought a series of smells I didnotwant to get any closer to.
Nope.
Not worth it.
And I didn’t want Crescent anywhere near this.
“Let’s make ourselves scarce, yeah? I don’t want to be around when they’re handing out the biohazard suits.”
Did our corpse cleanup crew even get that luxury? Best not to consider it for too long.
