Page 58 of Alpha Marked

Yeah. I know.

They walked into the suite to find Zeke talking in hushed tones to Bianca. They stopped when Zeke spotted her. Bianca scowled, and Zeke sighed.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Bianca opened her mouth, but Zeke answered. "We're discussing the plan for your departure in the morning."

Bianca stared daggers into the back of Zeke's head and opened her mouth again to say something.

"Bianca," said Zeke. "You might want to start organizing the things delivered to our suite. Now would be the time."

She stood and huffed. He reached for her hand, but she whipped out of his grasp and bared her teeth. Zeke didn't so much as blink at her outburst. Something was up.

"I need River's help," she said.

Zeke looked between them as if trying to decide what to do.

"Prince Ares did say I, his beloved, could go where I wanted, didn't he?" River pressed, making sure to extenuate the word Prince.

Zeke's jaw worked hard for a moment. "He did."

"Lovely." Bianca gave a sardonic smile as she linked arms with River. "Then we will be on our way."

She turned, pulling River back to the suite door. Lachlan ran after them and got to the door first, pulling it open for them.

"Wait," said Zeke.

Bianca paused.

"I'll go with you,” Zeke finished.

"Well, if you are going, I don't want to sit here alone," said Lachlan.

"Hey," Isaac interjected. "I'm right here, dude."

Lachlan snorted.

"Wonderful," said Bianca. "Looks like it's a party."

The group went downone floor, with Bianca and Zeke refusing to look at each other. It wasn't until they entered the master suite that Bianca let loose.

"What is going on with you two?" River asked.

Bianca stormed over to River. "He doesn't want me to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Ares went out."

"And?" She drew out the word while waiting for the answer. "What, is he with a hooker or something," she joked.

"No," said Bianca. "But he might as well be."

All blood drained from River as a chill swept over her. "Where is he?"

"Clubbing."

River's wolf roared to life at the thought of other women pawing at Ares. Her Ares. She envisioned him grinding up behind them. His firm hands roamed their bodies. His lips on their skin.

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