Page 54 of Alpha Gray

Davis comes up on the other side of me, Casey in tow. “This place is packed tonight,” Davis comments, slinging an arm around Casey’s waist and tucking her into his side.

“Long week, I guess,” I shrug. The bartender walks over to deliver drinks to Brooke and me and I immediately grab for mine and take a long sip. Once again, it’s a little heavy on the vodka.

Casey loops her arms around Davis’ neck as he orders drinks for them. “A long week for you recruits, getting your butts kicked by Davis,” Casey laughs, beaming. “I’m still so proud of you, babe. I remember that tournament when I was at training camp, it was killer.”

Davis just smiles back at Casey adoringly.

“You’re lucky I got injured, or you’d be celebrating second place right now,” I say, waggling my eyebrows and taking another sip of my drink through the little swizzle straw.

Davis smirks. “I don’t know, Fallon… you would’ve had to get past Shay, first.”

“That’s right,” Shay laughs, coming up behind me. “Though I wish you and I kicked all of the boys’ asses.”

Brooke leans in, speaking in a hushed voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about the tournament.” She tips her head toward Vienna.

“Nah, she doesn’t care… and she’s too busy flirting with Boyd anyways.” Shay winks, and we all turn to look at Vienna. She’s right, those two are totally lost in their own conversation.

“We’d better get a few more of these in us before she’s dragging us onto the dance floor,” I say, lifting my glass and tipping it to them. My friends laugh and mumble in agreement.

I turn around, leaning my back against the bar and surveying the dance floor while I sip my drink. It’s pretty packed already, but I’m not paying much attention to the dancers- I’m looking past them, to Gray’s table. He’s still seated with his back to me and a waitress with pink streaks in her hair is delivering beers, leaning her tits right in Gray’s face in the process. I’m immediately irritated, especially when she turns to say something to him, resting her hand on his shoulder. From her body language, she’s obviously interested.

“Ready for another?” Shay asks.

“Huh?” I turn to look at her and she holds up her empty glass, shaking the ice inside.

“Oh, yeah,” I mumble, downing the last of my drink.

I dart another glance in Gray’s direction before turning back to the bar, and the waitress is still at his table, smiling and chatting with him.

I don’t know her, but I already hate her.

Gray

“So you’re down to thirty now? How many are you going to take this year?”

I doubt Kelly’s actually interested in what we have going on over at the squad complex but being friendly and conversational is kind of part of her job. That, and she always seems to be looking for a reason to come over and flirt with me. I’ve never returned her advances, but the girl just doesn’t give up.

I shrug, reaching across the table for one of the fresh beers that Kelly just set down. “Ten to twelve, usually. Depends on how many have what it takes.”

“I see,” Kelly replies, smiling. She reaches out to touch my arm again. “Well keep up the good work, Alpha!”

I pick up my beer, tipping it to her and nodding before I bring it to my lips. Kelly picks up on my signal, smiling and shuffling away to go help another table.

“Well that was a hell of a wolf tournament this year,” Reid says, taking a swig of his beer.

Jax sits up, sliding his forearms onto the table. “No shit, I never expected that Davis kid to pull out the win.”

“Casey won’t shut up about it,” Brock sighs, rolling his eyes.

“That’s right!” Theo slaps his palm on the table. “I forgot she was his mate!”

“I didn’t, my room’s next to hers in the barracks,” Jax grumbles, wide-eyed, and we all chuckle.

Theo finishes off his beer, slams the bottle on the table, and turns to me. “It’s a shame your girl got injured, she had a real shot of taking the whole thing.”

The other guys nod in agreement, and while I also agree that Fallon could’ve won the tournament, I give a quick shake of my head in response to Theo’s insinuation, pressing my lips together in a tight line. “Not my girl.”

“She’s not?” Theo asks, arching a brow. A mischievous smirk creeps across his lips. “You won’t mind if I take a crack at her then, will you?’’

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