Page 36 of Lonely Alpha
A low growl rumbled from Ambrose, his hips shifting as if to relieve the pressure on his cock. “Mercury and I don’t have that kind of relationship anymore, which you’re aware of. I’ll call him, but I can’t leave Leighton and Kiara alone.”
“And you only stopped fucking because of me. I’m fine, so go back to your lovebird shit. Leighton and Kiara won’t be alone, anyway. I’ll be staying.”
Those were the most impulsive words to come out of my mouth all fucking day. Staying? No, I needed to haul ass out of here. That had been the plan, but not in the depths of my brain.
That impulsive part of me wanted to stay and see why Leighton was so tempting Ambrose hadn’t been able to resist her—even though I already knew. And in the process I could see if Kiara was as chaotic as I was, because it would make me feel better about myself if I wasn’t alone.
“No one is staying,” Leighton said.
I grinned over at her.
If I’d been smart, that would be my out. I could flee with Ambrose and go back to finding betas to fuck at my favourite club.
I wasn’t smart, and when I made an impulsive decision, I stuck with it.
“Really?” I asked. “Try and make me leave then, sweetheart.”
TWELVE
LEIGHTON
Something about Dash Loranger had always pissed me off.
I think it started with how guilty he made my brother feel about rejecting him. The rejection hadn’t been for no reason—my brother would have been miserable with them, not because of the pack but because of proximity to our mother.
Dash had never understood that.
He was one of those that believed a scent match was the be all, end all of omega bonds. It was fucking bullshit, in my opinion. Scent matches were compatible sexually and emotionally, but the universe couldn’t account for lifestyle situations.
Besides his situation with my brother, Dash was pushy as fuck.
Case in point.
He was still in my goddamn apartment.
Ambrose had tried to drag him out, but Dash was the pack lead and his aura was strongest by far. I’d sensed Ambrose was about to challenge him for pack lead anyway, so I’d kicked Ambrose out.
It left Kiara and I sitting on the couch, staring down Dash like he was a cockroach that needed to be killed. Which was impossible. Cockroaches could survive the apocalypse, and so could Dash’s willpower.
“Your help is not required, nor is it appreciated,” I told him for about the fifth time.
As he had every time before, he smirked.
Cocky little shit.
“Don’t worry, you’ll need me eventually,” he said.
The way he looked at Kiara had my hackles rising and I fought to stifle the growl. His gaze was appreciative, and he wasn’t shy about looking at her tits. I wished it made her uncomfortable, but she was fighting arousal the same way I was fighting irritation.
To be fair, Dash was handsome in a way not many men were. If he hadn’t started his stupid internet talk show, he could have been a successful model, or movie star, or any one of those professions that relied heavily on good looks. His scent was working in his favour too, the fresh aroma of spring rain and a sweet note of peaches.
“I doubt it,” I muttered. “Kiara, you can take a shower now if you’d like. I think all the important conversations are over with.”
She hopped to her feet so fast she swayed, holding a hand to her head. She was so fragile compared to what I was used to. Omegas couldn’t take a beating the same way an alpha could, but this was the first time I’d seen it in action.
Dash stood, taking a step toward Kiara before my snarl ripped through the air. He held up his hands with a smirk.
“Calm down. I was only going to ask if she needed help in the shower.”
