What the hell is he talking about? Enhancers? That was all me, asshole.My scent got worked up before I even knew he and Scott were in the hotel.
I try to pull away from him now, kicking the sheet off my legs. As I sit up, he moves quickly to flip us until I’m on my back and pinned down by his body. My legs are pinned between his thighs, my heart pounding, eyes wide as we stare at one another.
“I don’t use enhancers,” I tell him as he looms over me, holding himself back from crushing me under his weight with his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of my head.
“Yes, you do. Don’t lie,” he growls, his scent heavy with burnt apples, his dominance getting stronger. He’s starting to lose his patience. Never a good sign. He’s about to trigger my need to appease him.
No fucking chance.
“Awe, what’s wrong, Hudson?” I growl right back, gripping his shoulder and pulling him down against me. I don’t appease Alphas unless I want to, and never because they’re fucking threatening me. “Are you worried it’ll be too hard for a guy like you to turn me on without help?” I pout, mocking concern.
“If I wanted to turn you on, Omega, I would,” he mocks right back. I scoff, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, forcing space between us. “But if you're not attracted to Beau?—”
“What the hell are you going on about? Of course I'm attracted to Beau!” I cut him off, glaring. “Maybe I just decided I didn’t like being watched by some creep, I don’t fucking know once I sobered up,” I snarl, my scent growing stronger, the vanilla icing turning bitter.
I’m not lying about that, but that’s not why our scents lack desire for each other. We were kind of busy trying to figure out how to get rid of Hudson without completely panicking.
Why does Hudson even care? He’s supposed to be reporting Beau’s life, not fucking protecting it.
“You’re full of shit, and not even trying to hide your lies now. You were never drunk,” he hisses, and I’m too slow to hide my complete shock.
“And you’re taking this way too seriously! Beau and I aren’t married! Why does it matter if I was sober or drunk? I don’t see how any of this is your problem.” I roll my eyes at him, and he growls, clearly reaching the peak of his frustration with me.
“Is he just a good time to you!?” he demands, looking at me like I’m a vindictive mastermind, and things start making alot less sense after that. “Are you after his money or the fame? Maybe you think he’ll make you famous? I mean, do you even care about him at all, or just how you can use him?” he snaps, glaring at me as he stares into my eyes with an unexpected intensity.
Wait, what? Did he just accuse me of being a gold digger that doesn’t care about Beau?
I’m so confused. Because, like, I thought it was clear that Beau and I aren’t serious. Why am I the user? Why can’t Beau be the one using me? Why does he see me as the threat to Beau?
It’s rare that a man renders me speechless, but Hudson has done it within less than fifteen hours of meeting me. I assumed he suspected I had ulterior motives, sure. It’s also clear that he thinks I’m a liar, but I thought maybe he was digging for information to deliver to Scott. This isn’t making sense.
Does Hudson not know that he is basically another form of Scott’s control over Beau? Another way to prove to Beau that he has no power over anything. Hudson isn’t even here willingly, according to Scott, but he’s still serving as the Alpha version of a tracking device with eyes and ears.
If anything, Hudson is the one that's a threat to Beau.
I don’t have all the answers to this puzzle, and it’s going to piss me off until I do.
“You think I’m…” I trail off because I genuinely can’t even say the words out loud without laughing. The accusation is so fucking ironic, given my profession.
“Using Beau for his money and fame?” He shrugs one shoulder, shifting his weight above me. He’s not trying to hurt me, just keep me in place. “You know, fucking with his feelings, manipulating him, and leading him on so you can take what you want from him beforeabandoninghim.”
Abandoning him?
What the hell is going on in this Alpha’s head?
I’m missing important details that Hudson is clearly keeping tucked away in his head, refusing to share with the class.
Like damn, Alpha. How's a girl supposed to figure you out if she can’t even figure out what the heck you’re so upset about?
“You don’t know anything about me. Not about who I am, or what I want, or what I will do for someone I care about,” I hiss, poking my middle finger into his forehead before gripping his chin and squeezing.
“Oh?”He glares but doesn’t try to remove my hand.
“Never doubt the way I feel about Beau or what I would do to keep him safe,” I warn. “And happy,” I add, because ‘safe’ is kind of a suspicious place to leave that.
This might be a job, but I will kill to protect him if I have to. I will do whatever I have to do to keep Beau out of harm's way. The rumbling growl in my chest makes Hudson lift his brow.
“Or what?” he grunts, the words sounding slightly off because of my hold on his face smushing his bottom lip.
