“Hey, man can I get another whiskey soda, please?” a man with a raspy voice asks.
Brad’s aged, just as I have. The years have been much kinder to me though.
Forcing myself not to stiffen is really fucking hard, and instead I glance over my shoulder as he presses against me. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to disguise the shaking my body is doing.
“Yeah, man. I got you,” the bartender says, pretending to ignore the way Brad squeezes my ass through my pants. He winks at me as if to tell me, “I told you so,” before walking pointedly away to get Brad his drink.
Fucking asshole. This is why I’m a girl’s girl. If someone needs help, I give it to them. Usually while making other people hurt.
“Mmmm. Fuck me, Cherry,” Brad groans, burying his nose in my hair before he stills. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen you. Are you whoring yourself out? I smell alphas, and bond bites? You’ve been busy.”
“Who are you?” I ask, eyes wide as I look at him.
“Brad. Brad Fielding. I think I might need to remind you who I am by burying my cock in your cunt,” he snarls.
“How about we don’t?” I ask, stomping on his foot as I step away from him. “You’ve always been a small dicked alpha,Brad. Never any follow through. Is that why you’re whining and begging for scraps in this bar?”
“You dirty little omega whore,” he snarls, glancing behind him to meet someone’s gaze. The alpha has a belly overhanging his belt, but is very well dressed as he looks at me with his lip curled.
“Go handle your business, Brad,” he calls out. “Nothing good comes from mouthy little omegas who don’t know their place in life. Grind her under your heel.”
Brad’s smile turns even more predatory as I turn and rush toward the entrance of the bar. As I gaze around, I see that a large amount of the people here are wearing pins that sayTripol International.Great, it’s like a fucking cult.
One that’s rapey and shit.
“She looks spunky,” a female alpha chuckles, her hand trailing over my thigh as I walk by.
Unable to help myself, I flick her between the goddamned eyes.
“Manners,” I grumble.
“Fuck her extra hard for me, Brad,” the woman tells him. “She’s pretty, but needs a lesson about respecting alphas.”
“Spitfire,” Syrus warns.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says respectfully. “I’ll make sure it hurts.”
Ew. We have the full attention of the bar, something I didn’t plan, but won’t be an issue. I plan to disappear back to my little town as soon as this is over,
Pulling the hood of my coat over my hair, I walk-run through the lobby, toward the doors that’ll empty into a courtyard.
“You’re making me look bad,” Brad hisses as I slam my hands down on the bar of the door and escape.
“Eat my shit, asshole!” I yell, running down the stairs and turning to find him right behind me.
“Maybe I’ll turn you into a human toilet and let my bosses have a turn with you!” he yells.
My stomach turns, and I turn and flee toward the woods at the back of the property.
“You’re never touching me again!” I scream, my feet flying along the hard packed ice. As long as I don’t slip, I’ll be fine.
His heavy footsteps follow me as I run. I don’t have a plan, I just know that my pack is waiting for me in the woods. I’m fully accepting them, even though I asked Harlan to ask me to marry him another time.
I need more time for that, I don’t know if he’s serious, I just don’t know?—
“Argh!”
Someone rips me off my feet and clamps their hand over my mouth to cut off my scream. My teeth are chattering, and my body is shaking. I’m getting ready to kick back and fight, needing to escape, completely forgetting people on my side are in these woods, when I inhale sharply.
