Sliver, who got his name because he was so damned skinny, hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands in his pockets, making him look even smaller and younger than he already was. “Sorry, Ace. It won’t happen again. It’s just this damn Blood Moon’s got me so twisted up?—”
I cut him a silencing glance, and the pup instantly shut the fuck up. Though anyone who rode with this Club had to be a ware, notall the hang-arounds were. Chrissy was 100% human. The last thing I needed was this dumb shit talking about Blood Moons and MC business around a big mouth like her. The girl gossiped just as well as she sucked dick, and she sucked dick like her last name was Hoover. I knew that on a personal level.
Sliver’s face was nearly crimson when he recognized his gaff. If he could have sunk into the floor at that moment, he doubtlessly would have.
“Sorry, Ace, sometimes I don’t think,” he meekly responded.
“Just sometimes?” I coldly returned.
My brother Blitz showed up then, interrupting the prospect’s well-deserved flagellation. “Domino just filled me in about what happened,” my VP said, his countenance grave.
I scrubbed a hand down my face and cracked my neck to relieve some of the tension lingering there. Damn this Blood Moon. I was nearly crawling out of my skin tonight, and the lack of fucking and fighting had really left my body in need of some kind of big release.
To manage it, I blew out a deep breath and rolled my tense shoulders a few rotations. “Yeah, let’s get some whiskey and we can talk about it.”
Maybe alcohol could help ease some of this unspent energy. It was a slim chance, as wares had fast metabolisms and could usually burn it up quicker than it affected us, but it was at least worth a shot.
Blitz and I went to the living room where the bar was. He poured us a double finger each of top shelf whiskey. I felt the familiar burn as it sluiced down my throat, but it wasn’t enough. Tappingthe glass to the bar top for another round, Blitz refilled our glasses again.
“Domino wasn’t exaggerating,” My VP said with a dark smirk.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I wasn’t in the mood for riddles. He’d better get to the point, or I’d start swinging.
Blitz wasn’t intimidated by my bluster in the least. He knew me better than almost anyone and could tell where that line was within a hair of it.
He shrugged, still wearing that fucking, irritating smirk. The falcon tattoo on his neck gave the illusion of movement as he consumed the amber liquid from his glass. “Some pussy’s got you all tied up in knots.” When he was good and ready, he refilled both mine and his for a third time. “Said that’s what started the fight between you and Kane.”
I snorted with disgust. “Kane and I don’t need pussy to get into a fight, Brother.”
“It certainly is as good a reason as any to throw down over,” Blitz sagely reasoned.
He wasn’t wrong there. Cat, my future mate and mother of my children, whether she knew it or not, was worth laying down my life over. Busting a few knuckles outside of Chubs over a bastard like Kane was the least I could do for her.
“Is it true?” Blitz, a man of few words, posed seriously then.
“Is what true?” I groused. I was being a prick and excusing it on the full moon.
My brother didn’t beat around the bush. “Is she a latent omega?”
I sighed, knowing I had to talk to someone about this, and Blitz was the most obvious choice. Unlike Domino, the man was Fort Knox where secrets were concerned.
Not that Cat was a secret. I simply didn’t know enough about her, or her past, to say much of anything about it. Doing so too openly could jeopardize her safety by drawing attention to her omega status. So yeah, until I knew more, I wasn’t eager to discuss her situation with many people. But Blitz wasn’t just anyone. He was my VP, my club brother. I trusted him with my life, and he never let me down.
I came clean then. “Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking. She’s got to be a latent. Her smell is…,” I tried to describe it, but failed to find the right words, “it’s powerful, man. It nearly sent me into rut. When Kane got a nose full,” I shook my head at the offensive memory, “his eyes glazed over instantly with lust. He’s gonna want a piece, Brother. There’s no doubt about it. To keep Cat safe, I’m going to have to find her before he does.”
An alpha, which most wares were by default, went crazy over unclaimed omegas. For lack of a better comparison, they were like heroin to an addict. They were just too God damned tempting.
Once an omega was claimed, in other words, ridden hard and left dripping wet with our cum, their scent changed. They still smelled amazing, but their pheromones mixed with ours and that was enough to make most other males back off. Until then, their unique perfume would continue to draw every alpha within smelling distance. Domino might be as much of an alpha as I was, but my being his Prez had allowed him the willpower to back off. Packs were like that. Loyal. Trustworthy. Devoted. The members respected one another, and that respect extended to their brothers’ mates.
But Kane was a different story. He didn’t owe me an iota of loyalty. Hell, I doubt the feral man was even capable of it. In fact, snaking his enemy’s girl would be like the icing on the cake for him. The sweetest, most satisfying indulgence he could imagine. With Cat, all bets were off. That ware would be willing to go to war over knotting her. Most shifters would.
Because Cat was essentially a lamb to the slaughter as an unclaimed omega, I couldn’t leave her unattended. It wasn’t just Kane I had to be concerned about, either. If another ware happened upon her, he wouldn’t be as benevolent as Domino had been. He’d want a piece, just like Kane. And, just like Kane, he wouldn’t ask nicely for it. Omegas were rare in comparison to alphas and thus were never left unprotected. It was simply too dangerous to do so.
“You’re right. Kane’s not going to back off until she’s claimed,” Blitz calmly stated, his intense blue eyes steadily meeting mine.
“I know he won’t. But the only problem is, I don’t know where Cat went after she left the bar. There wasn’t enough time to exchange our digits when Kane’s crew showed up at Chubs looking for a fight.”
A wave of anger swelled over me for the umpteenth time that night. If Kane hadn’t blown into town, I’d be blowing my wad between my girl’s legs instead of bitching to Blitz about it. What were the fucking odds of that, right? Before this, I hadn’t seen Kane in months. Now he showed up out of the blue, on Night Stalker territory, the night I met my mate! Shit, if I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.
