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Thank God for it though. I don’t have any tolerance for alpha scents, not in this large of a group. Without the blockers, I wouldn’t be able to handle refusing to do something, because my omega instincts make me want to please an alpha. It doesn’t matter if they’re my mate or not.

I won’t sleep with them, that’s a choice I can safely say, but it would be more difficult to deny a request. Alpha barks are going to be the hardest even now, however, I doubt someone will use it on me in polite company.

It’s an open invitation to be stabbed. While I don’t care about getting blood on this dress, I would like to report back to my pack that everything went smoothly.

“The strap of my heel was coming undone, and I needed some help,” Adira says with a small shrug. Thankfully, she’swearing strappy heels compared to my pumps. It’s a lie that fits here.

The men look as if their eyes are glazing over by how inane that is, and I smile on the inside. Please, underestimate the women some more.

LINUS

I’m fuming with anger, and I plan to use that in my performance tonight. I barely spoke to Callum or Duncan on the way to work, but only because I don’t want to think about Quinn being at her father’s home.

He sold her, and she is just waltzing right back into his life.

So as I step into the cage tonight, I lose myself to the music. I give it everything, twisting, flipping, and hanging off the roof of the cage. I’m nothing more than a vessel for my worry and rage, and I need to purge it.

I won’t be my father. He was always pissed off and angry whenever I saw him. I know I can’t put Quinn in a bubble, but I hate that I can’t be there to protect her.

It’s always been her and me, and tonight we’re separated. I think that’s why I’m so mad. She’s alone.

I’m sweating by the time I step out of the cage. Cerenity could tell I needed to work some shit out, and suggested I not come out until I felt a little calmer. So as dancers were changed out in the cages, I didn’t signal that I was done until the last of the dancers for the night were going up.

That means I danced for two hours straight. My hair is plastered with sweat, my heart is racing, but I feel better. It’sgoing to be fine. I’ll see Quinn and tell her how much I love and adore her when she gets home.

My steps are slow as the girl who works the mechanics for the cages hands me a bottle of water.

“The boss said you should drink this,” she says, bemused. “You’re something else when you dance. I think everyone in the club lost their minds. People stayed on the dance floor longer as they watched you from below, and I think everyone who bats for the other team is currently bi-fluid.”

Her words make me choke on my water as I swallow and shake my head.

“Oh my God, I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” I gasp.

Her midnight black hair is up in a high ponytail with streaks of purple, and she grins back at me. She’s a different person than who has been here other nights, but she manages the routine easily.

“I live to surprise people,” she says happily. “Here’s Trigger to walk you back.”

The beta stops next to her just as she ends her sentence, and I nod at him. I love how well everything works here. Cerenity really does run a tight ship, and I’m grateful for it. The club is huge, there are throngs of people dancing, chatting, and drinking. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle getting back to the dressing rooms to hang out until Callum and Duncan come to pick me up without being stopped.

It’s safer this way.

Walking together as people party on a Tuesday night, they seem to part in the wake of my guard. His face said ‘move the fuck out of the way,’ and everyone knows they’re escorting dancers back and forth. I’m wearing the same outfit tonight as I did the first night, which identifies me as a dancer as well.

“Linus!” a voice yells, making my legs freeze.

I know that voice. What the fuck is he doing here?

Trigger doesn’t immediately realize that I’ve stopped, and the crowd swallows me as I turn in a slow circle, looking for the slightly accented voice. The dark brown hair is all fucked up as he comes into view, his amber brown eyes swimming with intense emotions.

How the fuck is this possible?

CHAPTER 21

CHRISTIAN

He’s here.I thought Ambrose might have been shitting me, but here Linus is dancing in a cage, his eyes covered with a mask of some sort. Yet, I’ve memorized every single dip, muscle, and dimple on his and Makaya’s bodies.

They could never hide from me in this way.

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