Page 28 of The Married Alpha And His Arrow: Vol 1

Reagan calmly told me, “Those are Chase’s men.” I relaxed and Susie came around in front of me. She teased, “You’re silly, Lexi.” I ruffled her hair, “I have my moments.” The men got out of their car. One greeted, “Luna Reagan, Alpha Chase asked us to escort Susie home in case you had planned to continue your night.” Susie sighed.

Reagan chided, “Hey, I got you out of the house AND kept you up past bedtime.” Susie smiled brightly, “You’re right! You’re the best, Reagan!” Susie was quickly loaded up into the car and left in a parade of SUV’s.

I confirmed, “She’ll be ok, right?” I felt oddly protective of Susie. Reagan nodded, “Yes, she’s with five of Chase’s best pack warriors. I’m surprised he didn’t send his lead warrior, Kincade. He must be busy with something. Susie will be fine. What do you say about continuing our girl’s night?”

I thought about it then asked, “Do you know a good place to drink and dance?” Reagan squealed, “DO I? God, I haven’t been dancing for so long.” I unlocked my car, “Do you want me to drive?” Reagan admitted, “You’d have to. I came with them.”

I was surprised, “How did they expect you to get home?” Reagan answered, “I could run, or ask you for a ride. Come on, the club awaits!” I laughed and got in my car. I asked her, “Where are we going?” Reagan smiled, “Just a few miles away. Go left out of the parking lot.”

She gave me directions, and we got out at a fancy looking club. I jokingly asked, “Does your brother-in-law own this too?” Reagan smirked, “Hell yes, he does. If I have the choice of going somewhere I buy my drinks, or they are on the house; I pick on the house every time.” I laughed and followed her to the front.

We bypassed the line, and the bouncer waved us in. We walked over to the VIP area, a waitress appeared out of nowhere for our drink order. I ordered an appletini. Reagan sighed in relief, “Thank god, I want a Cosmo. My husband makes fun of me for ordering girly drinks.” I joked, “We will have to sic Ted on Cameron then. Your husband told me I could him by his first name by the way.” I didn’t want her to think I was disrespecting him.

Reagan nodded, “I heard him say that. You should feel honored; he tends to stick to that Alpha title now that he has it. Most Alpha’s do though.” I admitted, “I like you guys.” Our drinks arrived. I was taken aback, “Did we order two drinks each?” Reagan seemed thoughtful, “Something tells me the proprietor wants us to have a good time.” I shrugged and slammed the first martini. Reagan said, “Damn. I like your style.” She slammed both her drinks, and I did the same with my second.

After about fifteen minutes, we got up to hit the dance floor. I let myself go to the beat of the music. I scanned my surroundings and saw a guy coming up behind Reagan. He was clearly drunk. I heard growls around us, but the guy didn’t pay attention.

I grabbed her hand and spun her into me. She was confused until she saw the guy. She gave him an incredulous look before two bouncers had him by the arms, escorting him out of the club. I let Reagan go when they had him and let myself relax slightly.

After twenty minutes of dancing, I noticed she was looking all around the club. I asked, “Who are you looking for?” Reagan told me, “Interesting things are happening. I have seen more people thrown out of this club tonight than I have my entire life.” I frowned, “Do we need to go? Is something going on?”

Reagan evaluated me, “Something is absolutely going on, but we don’t need to leave. Let’s go get another drink at the bar.” I nodded and ordered another martini when we got there. I was feeling good and fairly buzzed at this point.

A guy slunk up next to me that reeked of bourbon. I noted he was a werewolf. He leaned over, “Hey pretty lady, wanna go back to my place?” I snorted, “Good god, does that line actually work? No, don’t answer that. I will have to host a seminar for women telling them to aim higher. I really don’t have time to do that.”

The guy scoffed, “You think you’re hot shit?” I laughed a little, “I know I’m hot shit. My gay best friend told me so before I left the office tonight. Trust me when I say his fashion sense is out of this world good.”

The guy grabbed my arm. My eyes narrowed. Fuck this. I reversed his grip on my arm and kneed him in the balls. I leaned down, “Rest assured every woman and man in this damn bar deserves better than you. Never put your hands on someone who doesn’t want them there. Should you forget…” I twisted his wrist, breaking it and continued, “That should remind you. I hope you are good with your left hand. Something tells me you will need it.” Two bouncers picked him up off the floor and took him outside.

Reagan stared at me, clearly impressed, “Well, drinks to THAT! Where did those moves come from?” I admitted, “I don’t like assholes.” Reagan snorted, “Who does? Bartender! We need refills!” I laughed when two more drinks appeared instantly. I drank this one slowly. My phone beeped and I took it out.

Heath:We need to talk.

Me:Are you breaking up with me? You do know you’re my brother so you can’t do that. I’ve now grossed myself out by typing this scenario.

Heath:Funny. Where are you?

Me:Out with a friend. Why?

Heath:Come home.

Me:Again, why?

Heath:JUST COME HOME!

Me:Jeez, all caps. Clam down but seriously slight problem with your directive.

Heath:For god's sake what?

Me:I can’t drive at the moment.

Heath:I’m sending someone to you.

Me:How? You don’t know where I am.

Heath:I tracked your phone. Ted isn’t answering his and it's off.

Me:Ted is on a date so don’t bother him. It’s slightly annoyed big brother that you tracked my phone.

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