Page 15 of Alpha Reid

“The security squad,” Quinn interrupts, shooting Fallon a look before returning her gaze to me, softening her expression. “It’s our security team for the whole six-pack territory, both fighters and IT. Me and Brooke do IT, these two fight.” She gestures to Fallon and Astrid. “Well, Astrid and I do both, technically. Our mates all run the squad, so if you’re into it, I’m sure there’d be a place for you.”

“Oh, yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve had warrior training. My whole pack did, actually.”

Not that it helped any of us in the end.

“Then you should really ask Reid about the squad,” Astrid suggests with an encouraging smile. “We’re all up there almost every day.”

I nod. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”

“Okay, where did he buy you all this stuff?” Quinn asks, holding up a leather mini skirt. “Some of this is hella cute.”

I look at the skirt, scrunching my nose. “I don’t know where he thinks I’m gonna wear something like that.”

“The bar, obviously,” Fallon murmurs, rifling through the contents of another bag. She pauses to look up at me. “If that’s your scene, I mean.”

I perk up a little at her mention of a bar. “Yeah, totally. When do you guys go?”

“Usually Saturdays,” Brooke replies, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “We’ll have to take you this weekend, it’s a lot of fun.”

I grin widely, nodding. “Yeah, I’d love that!”

“Hey, isn’t tomorrow ladies’ night at the tap?” Quinn asks, waggling her eyebrows.

“It is,” Astrid chirps. She smirks at Quinn conspiratorially.

I furrow my brow. “What’s the tap?”

“Stillwater Tap, it’s the bar in this territory,” Quinn supplies. “It’s where I met my mate Jax, actually.”

“I’ve been dying to check that place out,” Fallon laments. “We should totally go.”

“Girl’s night out?” Quinn grins, and the other girls express their agreement, the excitement in the room ratcheting up. She swings her gaze over to me, waggling her eyebrows again. “Alright, it’s settled. We’ll pick you up tomorrow night at eight.”

I can’t hold back the smile that’s stretching across my face. I haven’t been out to a bar in forever- I used to love going with my friends. Maybe this is exactly what I need to start to feel a little more normal again.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I breathe, trying to suppress my obvious enthusiasm as the girls move to get up from the bed.

“Hey, I found something for you to wear tonight,” Quinn winks, tossing a scrap of fabric in my direction.

I snatch it from the air, holding it up in front of me to determine what it is, my eyes widening when I realize that it’s a skimpy black pair of panties. I feel my cheeks heat as I look back up to see Quinn’s devilish smirk deepen.

“Yeah, I… I don’t think so,” I stammer, tossing the panties away like they’re on fire.

“What? Why not?!” Quinn laughs.

My cheeks burn as my gaze drops to the floor. “I dunno, because I literally just met the guy?”

Brooke swats her arm, shooting her a look, but Quinn continues on, unphased. “Yeah, but he’s yourmate. It’s not like it’s your standard boy meets girl scenario.”

“I…” my mouth hangs open, the words not coming to me. I honestly can’t tell whether she’s just kidding around or whether she’s being a bitch on purpose.

“Don’t listen to her, Serena,” Brooke sighs, rolling her eyes and grabbing her friend by the arm. She shoots her a glare. “She lacks a filter, just like her brother.”

“What?!” Quinn protests, laughing. “I’m just saying…”

“Knock it off,” Astrid mumbles, elbowing Quinn before looking back to me, smiling apologetically. “We’ll see you tomorrow, Serena.”

I nod, pressing my lips into a tight line, trying to mask my embarrassment. “Yeah, sounds good. It was nice meeting you.”

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