Page 75 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

He’d looked like a man possessed when I’d finally gotten through the gawking crowd. I’d never seen him look so unhinged, so fully out of control of his alpha. It had taken me, Cyrus, one of our bouncers, and even Amir to finally get him away from the prone alpha. Then the three of us had stood in front of the door to keep him from rushing back out to…

What? What would Ax have done had we not intervened?

Stupid question. As completely lost to his alpha as he’d been, I had no doubt Ax would have ended up beating someone to death right there in the middle of the club with hundreds of fucking witnesses.

Now I had to find a way to keep the cops from arresting my packmate. Especially since I knew he would be balls deep inside of Issa as she did her best to bring him back down. If a single person outside of the pack stepped through that office door, he would go insane. The fucker was in rut.

He’d better not attempt to knot Issa. Her beta body wasn’t built for that. Had this been a different situation, I might have suggested our omega help settle him, but he needed Issa to reassure him she was okay.

How had that beautiful girl wrapped us all so tightly around her finger?

Stupid fucking question. Not only was she physically beautiful, she was beautiful inside, too. Funny. Witty. Smart. And so fucking strong.

Something like what had happened tonight would have sent her into a tailspin in the past. She would have retreated back into her shell, hidden away, maybe even refused to leave the house again for a while. Instead, she’d made her way to the office and pushed through our bodies to make sure her alpha was okay, to reassure him instead of the other way around.

Cyrus stood just outside the main doors speaking with the police while Amir and I cleaned up the broken glass, and righted tables and chairs. “You don’t have to help,” I told him.

We’d assured him we weren’t assholes, that we weren’t power hungry or violent. Issa had assured him we weren’t like a lot of otherpacks out there. And then he’d been witness to Ax breaking a man’s face with his bare fists.

“I need to do something.”

I glanced in his direction then did a double take. That wasn’t fear or even anger on his face. It was something else.

“What? What’s wrong?”

He pushed his hand through his long curls, then pulled an elastic from his pocket to tie his thick locks into a messy bun at the base of his neck.

“I should have been there. I should have been watching her closer.”

Leaning the broom and dustpan against the table, I turned and gripped Amir by his shoulders, forcing him to look up at me. He was tall for an omega, but still quite a few inches shorter than me.

“It’s not your job to protect her, Amir. That’s our job. If anyone failed her, it was us.”

His head wagged slowly side to side. “I turned away for a minute. I was just asking for another drink. By the time I looked back…”

Softly shaking him by his shoulders, I bent lower so we were eye to eye. “Your job is to make her happy. To love her. You did not fucking fail her.”

And, as an omega – even one who was closer to an alpha’s size – he was at risk, as well. A male omega was as rare as a female alpha. And there just happened to be one of both in the club at this very moment.

Aryn made her way over, her head turned toward the doors until she was close enough. “They going to arrest him? I’ll be a fucking witness. That douche has been giving her trouble all night.”

My brows slammed together. “Why the fuck didn’t you kick him out?”

Her shoulders rose and fell. She was about an inch taller than Amir, but not as muscular or broad. “She didn’t tell me until after. I knew something was up, but she said it was fine. I think he’d just made some shitty comments and she was doing her best to blow them off.”

Because she was either trying to prove to herself or to us she could handle alphas.

“Is she okay?” Aryn asked. “Is Ax okay?”

“They’re alright. They’re in Cyrus’s office.”

Cyrus whistled, waving me toward him where he spoke with the police.

“I’ll finish this,” Amir said.

“Not your job, omega,” I said, pressing my lips to his before walking away.

But when I looked back, he had gone right back to cleaning up as one of the servers rolled a mop bucket to the mess. To clean up the beer and spilled blood.

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