Page 35 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

“Any more surprises you’ve got in store for me, Kieran?”

The car comes to a halt, and I stare out the window, my eyes meeting the man standing outside with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a cocky smile that’d make most ladies want to drop their panties for him.

“Only one, sweetheart,” he says through the phone, and I cut the call.

Like a true gentleman, Kieran opens the door for me, and I take his hand, returning an appreciative smile.

The car leaves a second later, and my heart deflates in disappointment when our hands touch. There’s not even a tiny spark coursing through my body. I don’t feel my wolf getting excited from the scent coming off of Kieran, either.

When Kieran hands me the huge bouquet of white lilies, my heart doesn’t pound harshly against my chest from the sentiment, nor do I feel any throbbing between my legs. Not like I did with…

“The flowers are almost the final part of the surprise. I didn’t know what to get you so I went with what you smell like. Lilies.”

Bringing the flowers to my nose, I sniff them, loving how they smell and just how beautiful they glint against the moon’s light.

“Kieran, I think the flowers are—.”

My words are cut off by an animalistic growl that rumbles from behind me.

By the time I’m caught in the loop with who’s standing behind me and what’s happening, Deacon leaps from behind me like an unleashed puma, punches Kieran right in the jaw, and knocks him to the ground.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

WINTER

One minute, I’m holding the bouquet of lilies I received from Kieran, and the next minute, I’m surrounded by the restaurant’s valets and a few people who are just as concerned and surprised as I am.

Deacon’s eyes flash with rage as he drops another punch to Kieran’s face. The punch itself ricochets in the air like a bone being snapped in half.

Some woman next to me screams.

Another man whispers harshly in the distance, “We have to stop them.”

“They are two Alphas fighting. If you get in between them to try and stop them, you’ll be the one losing a few teeth tonight. Let them be. Alphas fight all the time,” another older guy with a beat-up cane sneer.

Kieran, who’s still on the ground, barely manages to evade Deacon’s fists as they rain on him like unexpected hail from the sky.

Another punch has Kieran’s blood spurting from his nose and mouth. The sight of blood nearly made me hurl the little food I had in my stomach.

Another fist connects with Kieran’s nose, and I’m not the only one worried that this fight might end with one of them seriously injured and the other one getting buried six feet under.

With lax confidence and fury rolling off my shoulders like a storm brewing on the horizon, I drop my flowers, tearing myself from the crowd that has continued to attract masses since this fight started.

“Deacon!”

The bastard barely listens to me. I contemplate moving behind him and placing my hand on his shoulder so that I can pull him away from Kieran, but even I know that’s a bad idea.

They are Alphas. If one of them decides to shift, my wolf won’t be able to hold any of their wolves down.

“Deacon? Stop! Stop this!”

My molars grind against one another as I scream again.

For a brief moment, it’s like Deacon hears me because he turns around, and our eyes lock. His eyes are bloodshot, glowing red like a fuse that’s about to combust at any moment. I don’t even think he’s seeing straight.

Unfortunately for him, Kieran chooses that as his golden opportunity to turn the fight around. Bile lodges in my throat as I watch Kieran flip Deacon around so that the latter is on the ground and the former is straddling him. Then, raising his fist in the air, ready to strike Deacon’s face, I open my mouth faster than Kieran’s punch can land.

“Kieran, no! L-Let him go. Don’t stoop to his level. Please.”

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