The alpha’s head snaps back as I press the button, his body convulsing as if he’s had whiplash.
“Emmett!” I yell, knowing he’ll hear me, wherever he is. He’s got a soft spot for other omegas overall, but he always has eyes on everyone at the club, or makes sure someone does.
The alpha in front of me goes down hard. God love this town, because instead of freaking out, people simply move slightly and continue to talk.
“Sorry, guys. Give me a second,” I say, moving from behind the bar.
“Should I call the sheriff?” someone asks.
“Nah, whatever he did, I’m sure he deserved it,” a warm voice says behind me.
I turn, leading with the cattle prod because I don’t recognize that voice, only for the alpha to shove the prod away from him, his hand keeping it captive.
A tug of war with my weapon wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing tonight.
“I, on the other hand, am completely innocent,” he says. His red hair is brilliant against the neons of the club, and expect he won’t be very amused when my boot meets his knot. “I’m Kyren.”
“I’m not interested,” I growl.
A hand crushes his, announcing that Emmett is here, and I have to use every ounce of my strength not to slouch in relief.
“Do I need to take out the garbage, Silva?” he asks.
The alpha on the ground beside my feet pushes himself onto his elbows, looking slightly dazed as he gazes up at me.
“You’re pretty,” he says.
“You’re insane,” I mutter. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Harlan comes on too strong sometimes, but he means well.”
Now that Kyren is no longer holding my weapon, I step back as I glare at the group before me. The man who was getting drinks from Maura earlier is clearly Latino. Now that he’s closer to me, I can see he has a deep tan, short brown hair, and a goatee. I can’t hear an accent in his words, but I have a feeling he may have trained it away somehow.
“You three need to leave,” I reply. “I’ve got a full house tonight, and I’m sure someone has called the cops by this point.”
“Your boyfriend, right?” the beta asks with a sly smile.
“You’re being creepy,” Emmett practically growls angrily. His anger is almost tactile, and I’m angry on his behalf that these guys are triggering him.
“I’m fine, Emmett. I just really need these three out of my club,” I sigh. “I’m at a disadvantage since you know so much about me, boys. That’s no way to make friends, but it’s an excellent way to meet Charlie.”
Maura is back with wide eyes on me and Charlie, my cattle prod.
“I didn’t realize you named it,” Emmett laughs.
“Ya know, since he’s been such a good boy for me, I figured he needed a name.”
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Kyren mutters, his hurt hand protectively cradled against him but otherwise ignored.
I doubt anything is broken.
“Out,” I say. “Take your friend with you. I don’t want to hear another word out of you all.”
“Yes,mami,” the beta says, hauling the guy on the ground onto his feet. Kyren’s gaze is hungrily on the beta, and I wonder if they’re together.
Maybe if they are, they’ll be less of an issue for me. God, it’s so dumb that I’d feel more comfortable that way, isn’t it? They’re all so very big and tower over me as I stand my ground.
“Don’t youmamime,” I growl. “Get the fuck out.”
