Page 153 of Broken Dreams

My tablet makes a sound, reminding me that I also didn’t say goodbye to Duncan or Callum who were inside Club Serenity while they waited for Linus to finish up.

Callum:

Forget something, Quinnie?

Me:

I’m nervous and I’m trying to keep my head in the game. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.

Callum:

I get it. Break a leg, baby. It’s going to go exactly the way you want it to. We love you.

Taking a deep breath,I nod as if he can see me. I know he can’t, but I’m feeling anxious and scared.

Me:

I love you too.

Callum:

Now I know why Linus wants to spank you when you do things like this.

A laugh escapesas I roll my eyes.

“Is it true you want to spank me?”I ask Linus through our bond. I haven’t tried to do this from a farther distance.

I’m not sure it’ll work.

When the response comes, it’s weak, but still there. “Sometimes. You’re as infuriating as you are beautiful, baby,”Linus says.

As we get closer, I bottle up my worries. My face is a mask, my hands no longer trembling as I put away my tablet. When you know there’s nothing you can control outside of your actions, there’s no longer any reason to freak out.

I’m releasing all of the bullshit to the universe to sort tonight.

Evan opens my door after he slides into a parking spot, helping me out of the car. My high heels strike the pavement as I walk beside him to the door. We’re about to make an entrance since I’m still late.

Yet another thing I can’t control, so I’m going to own this. Chin up, look confident, and ignore the annoyed looks as Evan escorts me through the gentleman’s club and into the private room where they’re conducting business.

The thickness of the scent of cigars and alpha pheromones is poignant as I move through the room, and I catch Adira’s gaze as she lifts her hand in greeting. I nod, seeing that there’s not a chair open next to her.

“Miss Kelly, there’s a chair for you right here,” Cian says, pointing at the front of the room.

Fucking great.It figures I’ll be facing everyone as they’re voting. Trying not to breathe too deeply, as I lament not thinking of buying my own alpha blocking pheromone cream, I block everyone else out as I slip into my chair.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a smooth, low voice says. The scent of cinnamon and whiskey rolls over me, clearing the chaos of scents around me.

Oh fuck, that’s nice.My gaze snaps up to meet amber eyes that I know well. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the beautiful alpha next to me. He’s gained muscle since I last saw him, and he somehow seems to take up more space.

Taking another deep breath, I shake my head slightly. I know Christian called me his, but I didn’t think about what that meant, nor that my instincts would be screaming at me as loudly as they are now.

I need to concentrate on literally anything else, while the omega whore inside of me tells me to mount and claim him.

Fucking hussy.

“Quinn?” a voice asks, sounding worried. Turning toward the sound, I see that it’s Corbin, who is sitting in my direct line of sight. God. Why? “Are you alright? Do I need to find another seat for you?”

You mean, so I don’t end up in Christian’s lap? Ha, I think that ship has sailed. Someone knew he would be here, knew our history, and didn’t fucking tell me.

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