Page 11 of Queen of Spades

She’s meant to be mine, even if she’s probably a little too young for me.

Oh well, I’ve never pretended to be a good guy. Staying away from her for altruistic reasons would be out of character. Not to mention, she’s an omega without any family to look out for her.

I’ve used that as my excuse for some light stalking on more than one occasion, but she needs someone in her corner.

I have no problem being her monster; watching her from the shadows happens to be one of my favorite activities.

Anni likes to think she’s independent and fully capable of protecting herself. It’s kind of adorable, considering she’s five-foot-six and maybe a buck fifty, soaking wet. Most alphas are the better part of a foot taller than that with significantly more muscle mass.

It’s just a fact of life.

Omegas are soft and cuddly, and alphas are the jacked-up beasts who protect them. I’ve got no problem falling into my role in this equation.

Annika shoves her crossbody bag over her neck as she heads out the main entrance. I’ve told her about fifty times that she should wait for an escort to the parking garage, especially since leaving through the front, she has to walk down the shady-as-fuck alley to get over there.

I sigh, rolling my eyes.

Stubborn.

That’s what she is.

My palm itches as she makes the left turn down the dark alley to head toward both of our cars. I watch from just across the street. There used to be a streetlight here, which made it harder to stay hidden, but I took care of it a while ago. My previous life prepared me well for stalking.

She’s halfway down the alley when I shove off the curb and jog across the street. The bouncer at the door gives me a nod. I make it to the mouth of the alley and slow my pace to ensure she doesn’t hear my boots hitting the small pebbles of broken concrete.

I shimmy my back against the scratchy brick of the building as I follow her.

A familiar squeak fills the air and my heart races.

That’s my squeak.

It’s occasionally followed by an adorable little squeal when I grab her pussy and yank her back into my chest. I’m not the least bit ashamed of the fact that I’m a predator.

Alphas are hunters, and I greatly enjoy hunting my little omega, but that does not mean I’ll stand back and allow anyone else to chase her.

“I remember you from Spades,” Annika hisses. “What I don’t know is why you’re touching me, but it needs to stop now.”

I halt at the end of the alley, leaning against the brick wall for cover.

Annika is a few steps to the left with her back to me. The guy with his hand on her wrist obviously has a death wish.

I take note that it’s his left hand.

That’s the one he’ll be losing.

“You teased me all night, and you got me banned from the high-roller room,” the idiot growls.

Okay, so he’s an alpha.

Good to know.

Not that it’ll stop me from snapping his neck if he continues to make stupid choices. Such as touching my omega without her permission.

“Right,” Anni scoffs. “Get your hands off me. I’m not going to ask again.”

The dick doesn’t drop his hold on her. Well, not until she moves quickly, yanking her knee up and making contact with his balls. He lets out a satisfying oomph and bends toward her to cradle his aching cock. She snags one of the mini daggers from the thigh sheath she always wears and has it to the man’s neck before he can blink.

“This is not how I wanted this to go down,” she grumbles. “It’s like the universe is desperate to prove that I’m as violent as my family.”

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