Page 49 of Bad Brutal Alpha


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You ran into me, asshole!

“It’s okay,” I mutter. “Watch where you’re going.”

“Sure,” he scoffs, turning away from me. I’ve barely turned back around when I hear his voice again.

“I’m just not used to being aroundhumans,” he says, like he’s talking about cockroaches. “Never seen one at a shifter event… ever.”

“I’m married to the alpha,” I say, trying to ignore him.

“I heard that,” he says, with overdone disbelief. “What a weird fetish to have.”

I don’t respond, but I move the girls to a different part of the dance floor. It only takes him a few minutes to find me again, and when he runs into me again, he almost knocks me off my feet.

“Watch it!” I almost yell.

“Yeah,” Rachel says. “That was really nasty, dude.”

He shrugs. “I didn’t notice you. Well, I noticed the smell. I just didn’t realize it was coming from a living being.”

I turn around slowly, looking at him with a harsh glare. “What did you just say?”

“The scent,” he shakes his head, pinching his nose. “Some humans smell good, like a Sunday roast. But you smell like something that crawled out of a bog.”

“And you’d been rotting in there for a thousand years,” one of his buddies adds, and they all laugh.

“Come on,” Rachel says. “Let’s go get a drink.”

I don’t feel like more alcohol is going to help the situation, but I let her lead me away. Rachel leaves me by the table and says she’s going to hunt down Rhys.

I stand by the table, feeling awkward and scared, and suddenly the big, blond bully is in front of me again.

“Ah, there you are,” he says. “All by yourself now?”

“Just leave me alone,” I mutter.

“Is that a threat?”

“Not yet,” I snap, stepping towards him. He takes a step forward, too, getting right in my face.

“Your kind shouldn’t be here,” he hisses. “You don’t belong. Humans are food or nothing! It’s disgusting having you anywhere near us!”

“It wasn’t exactly my first choice,” I shoot back. “But I guess we’ll have to deal with it somehow.”

He shakes his head. “You and that half-breed brat. What the fuck is the council thinking, letting you stay and bring that stunted mongrel with you?”

“What did you just say?” I step towards him, all the energy in my body changing as the words echo through my chest. “What the fuck did you just say about my child?”

He grins, knowing that he’s got me. He clenches his fists and steps right up to me until we’re nose to nose.

You don’t fucking scare me, asshole!

A crackling noise takes my attention, and to my shock, I realize it’s runners of grass on the rocks beneath my feet. They’re snaking out of the cracks and curling towards the bully as if they’re going to wrestle him to the ground and strangle him. At the same moment, I feel an unnatural wind tossing my hair and a warm vibration in my hands.

Fuck! I can’t let this happen—not here!

The idea of my powers getting away from me at all, let alone here in front of all three packs, terrifies me so much that my mind goes completely blank.

Humans are looked down on, but witches are feared! I’m fucked if they ever suspect me!