Page 186 of Omega for the Pack

“What’s up?” I asked nonchalantly. “I’m not getting fired, am I?”

He let out a sigh and looked up at the night sky. “I’ve been thinking about you, Vanessa.”

My heart sank. This was bad.

“Like I said, it’s over,” I said. “It’s not that serious. Plus, I have a kid. I wanted to talk to you about something, actually.”

It was better now than never.

“Shoot.”

“This will be my last night working here.”

“Listen, don’t leave,” he said, his eyes frantic. “I’m sorry about what I said.”

“No, it’s not what you said,” I said. “Actually, on second thought, it is. I can’t handle this type of harassment. Can you move so I can get to my car?”

I tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed my arm.

“You’re wild, Vanessa. I know you like it when I take charge,” he said in a low voice. His mouth to my ear. Instead of feeling horny like I usually did when he took me roughly, my stomach twisted in disgust.

“Just stop,” I whispered. “Bruce, I know you’re a nice guy.”

“I can’t stop dreaming about you. Every fucking night,” he groaned, pushing me up against the car. His mustache scratched my throat as he kissed my neck. “You have a hold on me that I can’t explain. Please, baby.”

“No,” I said firmly, pushing against his chest, but he wasn’t budging. “Bruce, I’m being for real.”

“You heard the lady,” growled a voice from the hood of my car.

Heart pounding, I looked up to see the alpha that I had given a lap dance, squatting on the hood of my car.

Ready to attack.

“She’s my girl,” said Bruce, not moving an inch from me. “I’m the manager of this place. Get the hell outta my property.”

“She said no,” said the alpha, his eyes as dark as night. The glow of his gold irises flashed in the moon. “Step away.”

I shivered, feeling the alpha command in his voice. Bruce looked startled at the severity of the alpha’s command, but he didn’t release me.

“She’s mine,” said Bruce stubbornly.

“Bruce, you better run,” I warned, unsure what the hell this alpha would do to him. It was in an alpha’s nature to be the mostdominant male in the room, and if they were protective of an omega, nothing would stand in their way.

“Fuck no,” said Bruce. At his words, the alpha jumped off the car and tackled Bruce to the ground. He began punching him in the face repeatedly.

Until Bruce was unconscious on the ground.

“Don’t kill him!” I shouted at the alpha.

The alpha hopped off Bruce’s limp body and stood before me, not ruffled in the slightest except for a drop of blood on his shirt. My heart raced as he placed both arms on either side of me, trapping me against the car. He was unshaken, his black hair mussed with a few strands covering his eyes from his fight.

“What is anomegalike you doing here?” he growled.

It was like a bomb erupted in my head. Everything that I had ever built on my very own would come crashing down.

He knew.

He knew I was a fucking omega this entire time. During the entire lap dance, he played me.

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