Page 135 of Alpha Theo

Brooke reaches up to grasp my forearms, tilting her head back to look at me. “Sounds good,” she smiles.

I head out of the hub and over to Gray’s office to grab the current patrol list. Then I spend a couple hours in the conference room working to re-organize them, cutting everyone’s assignments down to once a week now that the new system is in place. I shower, grab a quick bite, and I’m at Brooke’s door to pick her up a few minutes before eight, because I’ve been itching to see her since I left the hub earlier this afternoon.

She answers the door looking fucking stunning as always- tonight it’s a black crop top and black skinny jeans- and I make it three whole seconds before I’m leaning in to kiss those pouty lips of hers, hands roaming her incredible body.

No matter how much I get of Brooke, it’ll never be enough.

We leave the complex and walk the path to Goldenleaf together, and she doesn’t question where we’re going, just strolls beside me and chatters happily. When we hit the end of the path and I start leading her toward the bar entrance, though, she stops in her tracks.

“Wait, you’re taking me to thebar?” Brooke asks dubiously, like I’m trying to pull one over on her.

I grin. “Yep.”

“How is this a surprise?” she laughs, shaking her head.

“You’ll see.” I tug her by the hand. “C’mon.”

She hesitates for a moment, then starts walking with me again.

“You know you don’t have to get me drunk to get me naked, right?”

I whip my head around to look at her. “What?” I blink. All my mind zeroed in on was ‘get me naked’.

Brooke giggles, shaking her head. “Nothing. Let’s see this surprise…”

It’s her that tugs my hand this time, until we’re at the door of the bar and I’m pulling it open for Brooke, gesturing for her to go in ahead of me.

As soon as we walk in, our ears are assaulted by a truly terrible version of Bon Jovi’s ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’, and I watch as Brooke takes in the karaoke setup near the far wall, eyes widening before they fly up to meet mine.

“Since when do they do karaoke here?” she asks, eyes alight with excitement.

“The last Friday of every month,” I grin. “I mean you love music, so… this is kinda like live music, right?” I wink.

Brooke lets out a laugh, grazing my arm with her fingertips. “Kinda.”

I start to lead her over to the table in the corner that’s always reserved for us alphas and relish in watching my girl’s face light up again when she sees her sister sitting there.

Gray’s not in his usual seat- he’s in Brock’s instead, with his back to the wall so he’s got a good view of the makeshift karaoke stage. Fallon is positioned sideways on his lap, her arms dangling around his neck. They’re the fucking picture of a happy couple- which would have annoyed me, before Brooke. Now it just reminds me of how goodIhave it, too.

“Hey!” Fallon greets when Brooke and I approach, hopping off of Gray’s lap and moving around the high-top table. She gives her sister a big hug before leading Brooke to take the seat beside hers, and I greet Gray with a fist-bump before sinking down onto a stool on the opposite side of Brooke- which just happens to be my usual seat.

“So how are things going with you two?” Fallon asks, eyeing Brooke and me.

Brooke laughs, elbowing her sister playfully. “Real subtle, Fal.”

“What?” Fallon asks, feigning innocence.

I scoot my stool a little closer to Brooke’s, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Things are going great,” I say, grinning from ear to ear.

Gray and Fallon both smile like they’re genuinely happy for us, which feels fucking great.

“Hey Theo,” Kelly greets, approaching our table. She’s the only cocktail waitress in this place, and she’s waited on my friends and I countless times. Whenever we come in, she automatically brings us each a beer, and tonight is no exception- she slides a bottle onto the table in front of me, flashing a smile.

“Hey, thanks,” I say, reaching out for the beer. My other arm is still slung around Brooke’s shoulders, and I flick my head in her direction. “Can I get a vodka soda for my girl?”

Surprise flits on Kelly’s face. “Uh, of course,” she stammers, looking from Brooke to me. Then she turns to Fallon and Gray. “What about you two, another round?”

“Keep ‘em comin’”, Fallon grins, holding up her glass of reddish liquid to Kelly. Must be something with grenadine or cranberry.

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