Page 64 of Sugar Baby
“Look, just call up to Sophia. I’m sure she will let me in,” I say again to the guards, currently getting agitated with me.
The feeling is entirely mutual. They are standing between me and my omega, and that isn’t going to end well for anybody if they don’t move out of my way in the next five seconds.
“Let him in.”
A deep male voice that I know instantly belongs to Aidan Quinn shouts from inside the gates.
“Not good,” I mutter, but I give the guards a smug smile before I drive through and stop next to him.
The enormous prime alpha of the Quinn pack bends down to glare in through the passenger window. I lower it, wondering how this is going to go down.
“Trent Cavendish, I presume,” he growls.
“I am.”
“You know who I am?”
“I do.”
“And you still try to get onto my property without an invitation? Don’t think your face gives you a pass. It doesn’t.”
“Excuse me?”
His green eyes, so like Sophia’s, narrow, and he purses his lips. “You have no idea the shitshow you’re about to walk into.” He lets out a loud guffaw, but I don’t get the joke. “Go on. Drive up to the main compound. Cain and Atlas are entertaining the young alphas with a sparring match. This should be fun to watch.”
I want to ask who Cain and Atlas are, but then my blood runs slightly cooler.
Cain.
Sugar screamed his name while I was fucking her and tried to cover it up. Iknewshe said Cain but accepted her cover-up because it was believable.
I slam my foot down on the accelerator, determined to face off with this fucker whose name Sugar calls out in the throes of passion.
Trying not to panic or get angry, I see the sparring match and pull up, climbing out of the car quickly, my eyes searching for Sugar.
I see her instantly, cheering and clapping her hands, and I feel like someone has ripped my heart out and set it on fire in front of my eyes. She has forgotten all about me now that she is back with precious Cain.
Not wanting to confront her, finding it too painful, I turn to get back in the car to drive off when she shouts my name.
“Trent!”
I keep walking, doing my best to ignore her.
“Trent! Wait!”
I catch her scent right behind me, and it becomes too much for me to ignore.
“Hey,” she says, grabbing my arm. “Where are you going? You just got here.”
“Cain,” I growl. “Which one is he?”
She blinks, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she bites her bottom lip. “Uhm…” She turns to look over her shoulder. “That one. With the tattoos on his arms.”
I look where she is pointing at the two alphas going at each other like they mean it. They are both shirtless, and I take in the one with the arm tats. The other one has a big phoenix on his back.
Then, I do a double take.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, pushing past Sugar to get a closer look.
